We need a volunteer from our own medical staff to head up the clinic. Im sure Dr. Landsdowne would be willing to volunteer.
Silence, dead silence. Jake stared at the chief of staff, appalled. Jake had every reason in the world to say no, but he had no choice.
He straightened, trying to assume an expression of enthusiasm. Of course Id be happy to take this on. Assuming Ms. Flanagan is willing to work with me, naturally.
Terry might be infuriated at being given a supervisor, but she had no more choice than he did. Yes.
Jake glanced at Terry, his gaze colliding with hers. She flushed, but she didnt look away. Her mouth set in a stubborn line that told him he was in for a fight.
He didnt mind a fight, but one thing he was sure of: Terry Flanagan and her clinic couldnt be allowed to throw his career off course. No matter what he had to do to stop her.
MARTA PERRY
has written almost everything, including Sunday school curriculum, travel articles and magazine stories in twenty years of writing, but she feels shes found her home in the stories she writes for the Love Inspired line.
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Hearts Afire
Marta Perry
Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which so easily ensnares us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.
Hebrews 12:1
This story is dedicated to my granddaughter,
Ameline Grace Stewart, with much love
from Grammy. And, as always, to Brian.
Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Questions for Discussion
Chapter One
Terry Flanagan flashed a penlight in the young boys eyes and then smiled reassuringly at the teenage sister who was riding with them in the rig on the trip to the hospital.
You can hit the siren, she called through the narrow doorway to her partner. Jeff Erhart was driving the unit this run. They had an unspoken agreement that shed administer care when the patient was a small child. With three young kids of his own, Jeff found a hurt child tough to face.
The sisters dark gaze focused on Terry. Why did you tell him to start the siren? Is Juan worse? Tell me!
Hes going to be fine, Manuela. Shed agreed to take the sister in the unit because she was the only family member who spoke English. You have to stay calm, remember? Naturally it was scary for Manuela to see her little brother immobilized on a backboard, an IV running into his arm.
The girl swallowed hard, nodding. With her dark hair pulled back in braids and her skin innocent of makeup, Manuela didnt look the sixteen years she claimed to be. Possibly she was sixteen only because that was the minimum age for migrant farmworkers to be in the fields. The fertile farmlands and orchards that surrounded the small city of Suffolk in southern Pennsylvania were a magnet for busloads of migrant farmworkers, most from Mexico, who visited the area for weeks at a time. They rarely intersected with the local community except in an emergency, like this one.
Juan will need stitches, yes? Manuela clasped her little brothers hand.
Yes, he will. Terry lifted the gauze pad slightly. The bleeding had slowed, but the edges of the cut gaped.
The child looked up at her with such simple trust that her stomach clenched. Lord, I havent forgotten anything, have I? Be with this child, and guide my hands and my decisions.
She ticked over the steps of care as the unit hit the busy streets of Suffolk and slowed. Shed been over them already, but somehow she couldnt help doing it again. And again.
She knew why. It had been two years, but she still heard that accusing voice at moments like this, telling her that she was incompetent, that she
No. She wouldnt go there. Shed turn the self-doubt over to God, as shed done so many times before, and shed close the door on that cold voice. The wail of the siren, the well-equipped emergency unit, the trim khaki pants and navy shirt with the word Paramedic emblazoned on the backall those things assured her of who she was.
She smiled at the girl again, seeing the strain in her young face. How did your brother get hurt? Can you tell me that?
He shouldnt have been there. The words burst out. Hes too little to
The childs fingers closed over hers, as if he understood what she was saying. A look flashed between brother and sister, too quickly for Terry to be sure what it meant. A warning? Perhaps.
She could think of only one ending to what Manuela had started to say. Was Juan working in the field? It was illegal for a child so young to work in the fieldseveryone knew that, even those who managed to ignore the migrant workers in their midst every summer and fall.
Alarm filled the girls eyes. I didnt say that. You cant tell anyone I said that!
The boy, catching his sisters emotion, clutched her hand tightly and murmured something in Spanish. His eyes were huge in his pinched, pale face.
Compunction flooded Terry. She couldnt let the child become upset. Its okay, she said, patting him gently. Manuela, tell your brother everything is okay. I misunderstood, thats all.
Manuela nodded, bending over her brother, saying something in a soft voice. Terry watched, frowning. Something was going on theresomething the girl didnt want her to pursue.
She glanced out the window. They were making the turn into the hospital driveway. This wasnt over. Once they were inside, shed find out how the child had been injured, one way or another.
Jeff cut the siren and pulled to a stop. By the time shed opened the back doors, he was there to help her slide the stretcher smoothly out.
They rolled boy and stretcher quickly through the automatic doors and into the hands of the waiting E.R. team.
Terry flashed a grin at Harriet Conway. With her brown hair pulled back and her oversized glasses, Harriet might look severe, but Terry knew and respected her. The hospital had been afloat with rumors about the new head of emergency medicine, but no one seemed to know yet who it was. All they knew was that the new appointment probably meant change, and nobody liked change.
She reported quickly, in the shorthand that developed between people who liked and trusted each other. Harriet nodded, clipping orders as they wheeled the boy toward a treatment room. This was usually the paramedics cue to stay behind, unless the E.R. was shorthanded, but Terry was reluctant.
She bent over the child. This is Dr. Conway, Juan. Shes going to take good care of you.
She looked around for Manuela, and found the girl near the door, her arms around her mother. Two men stood awkwardly to the side, clearly uncomfortable with the womans tears. One, the father, turned a hat in work-worn hands, the knees of his work pants caked with mud from kneeling in the tomato field.
The other man was the crew chief, Mel Jordan. Hed driven Mr. and Mrs. Ortiz. Hed know if Juan had been working in the field when he was injured, but he wouldnt want to admit it.
Manuela came back to the stretcher in a rush, repeating Terrys words to her little brother. Taking in the situation, Harriet jerked her head toward the exam room.
Looks like youd both better come in.
Good. Terry pushed the stretcher through the swinging door. Because she didnt intend to leave until she knew what had happened to the child.
The next few minutes had to be as difficult for the sister as they were for the patient, but Manuela hung in there like a trouper, singing to Juan and teasing a smile out of him.
Finally the wound was cleaned, the stitches in, and Harriet straightened with a smile. Okay, good job, young man. Youre going to be fine, but you be more careful next time.
Manuela translated, and Juan managed another smile.
Harriet headed for the door. Ill send the parents in now. Thanks, Terry.
This was probably her only chance to find out what had really happened at the camp. She leaned across the bed to clasp Manuelas hand.
How was your brother hurt? What happened to him?
Manuelas eyes widened. I dont understand.
She bit back frustration. I think you do. I want to know how your little brother cut his head. Was he working in the field?
What are you trying to pull?
Terry swung around. The crew chief stood in the door, Dr. Conway and the anxious parents behind him.
No kid works in the field. Its against the law. You think I dont know that? Inimical eyes in a puffy, flushed face glared at her. Jordan had the look of a man who drank too much, ate unwisely and would clog his arteries by fifty if he had his way.
Dr. Conway pushed past him, letting the parents sidle into the room with her. Whats up, Terry? Is there some question about how the boy was hurt?
Id like to be sure. Ignoring the crew chief, she focused on Manuela, who was talking to her parents. Manuela, what was your little brother doing when he was hurt?
Manuelas father said something short and staccato in Spanish, his dark eyes opaque, giving away nothing. How much of this had he understood? Why hadnt she taken Spanish in high school, instead of the German for which shed never found a use?
There was a flash of rebellion in Manuelas face. Then she looked down, eyes masked by long, dark lashes.
He was playing. He fell and hit his head on a rock. Thats all.
She was lying, Terry was sure of it. When we were in the ambulance, you said
The girl answered you. The crew chief shoved his bulky figure between Terry and the girl. Lets get going. He added something in Spanish, and the father bent to pick up the boy.
Wait a minute. You cant leave yet. They were going to walk out, and once that happened, shed have no chance to get to the truth, no chance to fix things for that hurt child.
Were going, and you cant keep the kid here.
The mother, frightened, burst into speech. Her husband and Manuela tried to soothe her. The boy began to cry.
Terry glanced to Dr. Conway in a silent plea for backup. But Harriet was looking past her, toward the open door of the exam room.
Whats the problem here? An incisive voice cut through the babble of voices. This is a hospital, people.
The new E.R. chief, Harriet murmured to Terry, the faintest flicker of an eyelid conveying a warning.
Terry didnt need the warning. She knew who was there even before her mind had processed the information, probably because that voice had already seared her soul. Slowly she turned.
She hadnt imagined it. Dr. Jacob Landsdowne stood glaring at her. Six feet of frost with icicle eyes, some wit at Philadelphia General had once called him. It still fit.
He gave no sign that he recognized her, though he must. She hadnt changed in two years, except to gain about ten years of experience. Those icy blue eyes touched her and dismissed her as he focused on Harriet.
Harriet took her time consulting the chart in her hand before answering him. Terry knew her friend well enough to know that was deliberateHarriet letting him know this was her turf.
Well, good. Harriet would need every ounce of confidence she possessed to hold her own against Jake Landsdowne.
Harriet gave him a quick précis of Juans condition and treatment, giving Terry the chance to take a breath.
Steady. Dont panic. You havent done anything wrong.
The paramedic questions how the child was injured, Harriet concluded. I was about to pursue that when you came in. She nodded toward Terry. Terry Flanagan, Suffolk Fire Department.
She couldnt have extended her hand if her life depended on it. It didnt matter, since the great Dr. Landsdowne wouldnt shake hands with a mere paramedic. He gave a curt nod and turned to the group clustered around the child.
The kiddos folks dont speak English, Doc. The crew chief was all smiles now, apparently smart enough to realize his bluster wouldnt work with Landsdowne. Manuela here was saying that the little one fell and cut his head. Shame, but just an accident.
She wouldnt believe the man any farther than she could throw him, but Landsdownes face registered only polite attention. He looked at Manuela. Is that correct?
Manuelas gaze slid away from his. Yes, sir.
Then I think were done here. Dr. Conway, Ill leave you to sign the patient out. He turned and was gone before Terry found wits to speak.
Quickly, before she could lose the courage, she followed him to the hall. Dr. Landsdowne
He stopped, frowning at her as if she were some lower species of life that had unaccountably found its way into his Emergency Room. Well?
She tried to blot out the memory of their last encounter. While we were en route, I got the impression there might be more to this. If the child was injured while working in the field
Did anyone say that?
Not in so many words.
Then the hospital has no right to interfere. And neither do you.
He couldnt turn his back on her fast enough. He swept off with that long lope that seemed to cover miles of hospital corridor.
That settled that, apparently. She looked after the retreating figure.
Jake Landsdowne had changed more than shed have expected in the past two years. He still had those steely blue eyes and the black hair brushed back from an angled, intelligent face, that faintly supercilious air that went along with a background of wealth and standing in the medical community.