Set for Love (not yet
published) takes place in a city of my own imagination, somewhere up
north. Bern Cortland is a South Mississippi boy in the harsh, frozen
wastelands of the big city. He's taken a job as the technical
director at an up and coming theatre there. Bern's had an on again/
off again relationship with one of the actresses in the show. The
night before, they had a great time—until Paige got angry and threw
him out. Today, she ripped into him when he was helping the director
run lines. To calm down, he decides to go jogging in the park, only
to get jumped by a mugger. One of the cops thinks Bern is the mugger
and doesn't pay attention until his partner spots the fact that Bern
is bleeding.
Bern looked down and
realized for the first time that the palm of his hand was laid open
nearly to the bone. There was a substantial puddle of blood by his
shoe, dripping on his pants and work boots. Bern staggered,
understanding why he was so tired.
Cop Two took a first aid kit
out of his pack and bound up the wound with strips of gauze. Keeping
the hand elevated, he helped Bern up the slope where an ambulance
waited to transport his assailant. The paramedic seemed to think he
needed a doctor too, so he rode with them to the hospital. He called
Nancy from the waiting room.
"You're where? Oh, my
God! This place is falling apart! Sterling's over there and Colt's
with her. I'll tell Brent. He's gonna blow a gasket."
"I'm not gonna lose my
job, am I? Nancy, I need this job, baby."
"I don't think so,
sweetie. I'll have Ricky talk to him and calm him down. What happened
between you and Paige?"
"You really wanna know?
Or you want the pretty version?"
"Someone's gonna have
to explain to Brent."
Bern sighed, resting his
forehead on his good hand, his wounded one holding the phone.
"When I took her home
last night—well. . . ." He didn't have to finish the
statement.
"Oh, my God! You and
the Ice Princess did it?" She tried to conceal a giggle but
couldn't quite manage to. "Brent's gonna shit a ton of bricks.
How did you get in that frigid bitch's panties?"
"Wasn't wearing any. I
gotta go. They just called me back."
"Call if you need a
ride."
"Thanks, babe. Will
do."
The doctor examined his
wound and had the nurse wash his hand well before giving him a shot
to deaden it.
"Did a good job on
this," he muttered. "What happened?"
"Got jumped by some
bald, muscled guy in the park."
"Oh, so that's your
handiwork? Nice!" He seemed very impressed. "Black belt?"
"Me or him?" Bern
winced with the lidocaine infiltrated the tissue around his wound.
"Sorry about that. Shit
stings like a bitch," the doctor said. "I'm Dr. Fellowes.
I'll be your surgeon this morning."
"Thought you guys did
the big stuff?"
"Surgery got canceled,
so I'm bored. Besides, this is a really slick wound. What'd you do,
grab the knife?"
"Grabbed his wrist, but
I guess I miscalculated. The good news is if he hadn't cut me, I'd
probably be in jail for assault. Cop wasn't too bright, thought I was
the mugger even though I called them."
"You'd be one stupid
mugger," Dr. Fellowes replied with a grin. "What do you
study?"
"Krav Maga."
"Really? Brutal. How
many bones have you broken in training?"
"Lost count."
"I do Aikido myself. I
was doing kick boxing but got told I needed to learn discipline and
how to slow down." He worked quickly, meticulously, taking tiny
stitches inside Bern's hand, pulling the muscle and tissue back
together.
"No sparring for at
least two weeks," he said as he continued to work. "Be very
careful with this and keep it dry. If we lose any stitches inside, it
could affect mobility. It's gonna leave a hell of a scar."
"I don't care, as long
as I can move it."
Bern watched in fascination
as the doctor continued to work quickly, his fingers flashing rapidly
in the bright light. Suddenly dizzy, Bern felt himself falling as the
ceiling became the floor. The nurse caught him, laying him flat on
the gurney.
"Was it something I
said?" The doctor quipped and continued to stitch.
Bern woke up about twenty
minutes later. An IV was attached to his arm and a bag of clear
liquid dangled from a pole above his head. He tried to sit up, but it
made him dizzy.
"Hold up," a calm
male voice said from the corner. "Just lay there, Bern. Lemme
tell the nurse you're awake."
It took a moment for Bern to
process the fact that it was Colt. He'd completely forgotten that his
friend was at the hospital. The curtain scooted aside again and the
nurse came in.
"Feeling better? You
looked pretty bad there. At least you didn't need a transfusion, but
you lost a good bit of blood."
"I'm okay. I think.
Make the damn room stop spinning, huh?"
She grinned down at him. She
was pretty and blonde with green eyes and a nice smile. "It'll
stop in a couple minutes, sweetie."
"Feels like a three day
drunk on tequila."
"Done that, have you?"
"Yeah. More than's good
for me."
"A nice boy like you?"
She raised a teasing eyebrow
and Bern got the distinct impression she was flirting with him. Her
name tag said her name was Norah.
"Norah, I'm bout's bad
as they come. Well—I'm good—but I'm bad—"
She giggled, checking his
pulse. She noted it on his chart and took his blood pressure.
"Your friend's gonna be
fine when his pulse slows down. Trust a man to pass out, then make a
pass at his nurse."
She grinned, shaking her
head. Pretty blonde curls framed her heart shaped face. Bern felt his
face warm.
"Man's gonna flirt,"
Colt answered. "It's in his nature. But it shows he's on the
road to recovery."
"I'd have to be bout
dead not to flirt with a beautiful woman."
Norah blushed as she wrote
down his blood pressure. She took his temperature and checked the IV
bag. It was more than half empty. She recorded his temperature and
smiled down at him.
"I'll check with Dr.
Fellowes, but I'd say you could go home pretty much any time. I'll be
right back. Don't go anywhere."
"Baby, I'm not moving
'til I see your smiling face again."
Laughing, she walked out,
pulling the curtain shut behind her.
"You must be feeling
better," Colt said. "I never saw such a nauseating display
of testosterone overload."
"I got jumped in the
fucking park, hand got cut to the bone and damn cops didn't even
notice I was bleeding until I had a six inch puddle by my foot.
Thought I was the mugger!"
"You're shittin' me!"
"Swear ta God. Faggot
came at me with a knife. Miscalculated. I got sliced when I took it
from him."
"Gonna be able to
work?"
"Yeah. Just have to be
careful. No pushups—"
"So you get creative.
You seeing Paige now?"
Bern shook his head, then
regretted it as a wave of dizziness swept over him. "I saw her
damn good last night, but almost immediately after, she started
screaming—not in a good way—and told me to get out."
"You fu—uhh. . . ."
He swallowed his words because Norah walked back in.
"Yeah," Bern
replied to the unfinished question. "We fu— and she told me to
get lost."
"Dude, you sure know
how to pick em."
"I thought so. Oh for
zero."
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