They were both his caregivers and his captors, but he had no choice but to trust them. He had already answered a number of questions verifying his name, what he was allergic to, what procedure he was having, even how much he had peed the night before. The telemetry unit was removed from his chest for the first time in weeks, and when the signal faded from the screen, the phone immediately rang. The nurse paused briefly to assure the tech watching the screen that the patient wasn’t dying before quickly going back to her work. The one who had shaved his chest had refused to make eye contact, as did the other who filled out a never ending pile of forms. The work progressed at a rapid but paced rate, and items were marked off the pre-op checklist. He slowly raised a hand to scratch his nose. The antibiotic ointment they had swabbed his nostrils with was irritating. The cherry flavor of the blood pressure medication lingered in his mouth, but he had only been offered a small sip of water to wash down a pill and nothing more.
What do You think about Scarcity (Jack Randall #3)?
