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Cold Vengeance, part three.

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Doctor Aylene Delaney avoided the loneliness of her life most evenings by remaining in her office.  Her hospital duties and responsibilities require a lot of attention, and she was glad to have even this drudgery rather than rattle around her home alone, despite its luxurious comfort. 

Her office door was open as usual, and she could hear the hushed activities of the night nurses and sporadic rushes in the emergency department.  She turned her attention from her cluttered desk when she heard the shuffle of feet in the hall outside her doorway.  Marilee Foley stood nervously in the light of the hallway, her hands fluttered around her dark, Jamaican face.

            “Hello, Marilee,”Aylene said.  “How are things in the emergency ward tonight?”

            “I think you’d better come see for yourself,” Marilee said.  Doctor Delaney was immediately on alert and she swept out of her chair and headed for her office door.  As they strode down the hall toward the staff elevator, Nurse Foley cleared her throat twice before she spoke.

            “I’m not sure, but I think your sister was just brought in by the paramedics”, she said.

            “Darlene?  In emergency?  What happened?”

            “It looks like she was pretty badly beaten up”,  the nurse replied.

            “Oh, God”, Aylene breathed.  “I’ve been afraid of something like this since she started living her high-risk way of life.  How bad is it?”

            “She’ll live, but she will need a lot of attention, I think.”

They stepped into the elevator, but did not continue their dialogue because an orderly was in the elevator with his cleaning cart, attending to his constant maintenance duties.  They waited patiently as the elevator stopped on the next floor and the orderly wheeled his cart out into the hall.  The elevator resumed its way to the ground floor, and the two women hurried to the emergency department.

Aylene Delaney was directed to the gurney where Darlene lay, her head bandaged and her face mottled with bruises and cuts.  Dr. Delaney stooped over her sister to peer carefully at the wounds.  She carefully lifted the eyelids one after the other and shook her head slowly and deep concern furrowed her face.

            “How is she under those bandages?” she asked the duty nurse.

            “She’s concussed, and there’s a considerable fracture,” the busy nurse answered over her shoulder.  “I have doctor Klein on his way in now.”

            “Thank you,” Aylene said.  She stood silently observing her beautiful sister’s damaged face.

END OF PART THREE – part four to come. 

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