written by Teresa Smeigh
copyright December 2015
The ambulance eased over the bumpy ground. Once on the paved road sirens blared, and they sped toward Bush Mills Regional Hospital.
Joan placed a hand on Judy’s arm. “We can’t talk here.” Joan’s eyes went to the paramedic.
Judy cried and held her husband’s hand, his eyes closed against the pain from the gunshot wound. There was silence for the remainder of the trip.
At the hospital, John was transferred to a private area of the E.R. Judy stayed with him while Joan left to find her husband.
Hospital staff examined John and Judy went to the waiting area. She sat, rested her head against the wall, and stared into space.
“Mrs. Burns?” Judy looked.
“I’m Doctor Jeffries. Your husband has stabilized and will be in surgery soon. Everything should be fine, but I thought you might want to speak to him for a moment.” The smile and voice were sincere.
At John’s E.R. area, Dr. Jeffries nodded and left the couple alone.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were a Lieutenant in a special unit? Why did I have to find out this way? I could have lost you.” So much for honesty.
“I didn’t want to upset you every time I had to leave for duty. I won’t kid you, this is dangerous work, but I love it and I love you. Wish me well during the surgery and soon I will be out of here, good as new.” She doesn’t know the half of it!
Dr. Jeffries returned and Judy walked with slower steps back to the waiting area. Her last words with her husband were in anger. Her mother watched her approach.
“Mom, you’ve known all along and you never said a word?”
“Dear, it wasn’t our place nor John’s. His orders were to keep his duties secret.”
“At least tell me what happened tonight.”
“Dad, John and the local police have been searching for a major drug ring. It seems they were using the cabin as a hiding place for the drugs. It’s been vacant for thirty years, and they never expected anyone to come near it. This may be the break the police need to get a handle on the case.”
A nurse led them to a private room. Judy stared out the window. In the glass, she saw John wheeled in. The orderlies eased him onto the bed and left.
John was still groggy. “Judy?”
She took his hand, not wanting him to talk.
Joan stood. “I’ll go check on Dad.”
“Don’t move.” A man in the doorway aimed a rifle at Joan.
Judy and Joan started to scream. “Shut up or die with that filthy pig over there who killed our Pa!”
The man turned his attention to John. “Hi John, nice seeing you after all these years. Hear you’re some bigwig in the military. You should’ve stuck with us. We have a nice business going and you aren’t going to ruin it.”
I chose my own prompt in order to keep my story flowing. The suggested one didn’t work for me. It said if we needed a prompt to use the one suggested. I took that to mean that I could choose my own.
Constructive Criticism is appreciated as always.
Now we are adding part 4 The Hospital Under Siege!