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Tyne had been helping, too, when Miss Larson would let her. Now she breathed a prayer of thanksgiving that the hospital had remained fairly quiet since the storm began. However, every staff member was on high alert, knowing that the conditions that were making the roads almost impassable could also contribute to horrific accidents, or worse – prolonged exposure to the cold.
With this thought, Tyne’s self-control crumpled. Putting her head in both hands, she leaned over the desk and sobbed.
Miss Larson bolted from her chair. Taking hold of Tyne’s shoulders she lifted her to her feet and put an arm around her. “Okay, young lady, that’s it. You are going to lie down – after I give you a sedative. Don’t worry, I’ll make it right with the first doctor who comes through the door. After all, if I can’t dispense a little sedative in a situation like this, I may as well resign my job.”
Tyne choked back a sob, and smiled through her tears. “You’d better not resign, or I’ll have you fired.”
The matron grinned and pointed towards the lounge. “Go now, get into bed. I’ll be there in a jiffy.” With determined steps she headed for the drug room while Tyne made her way to the surgical suite.
Tyne’s eyes flew open. Confused, she half sat up and looked around the room, trying to bring her surroundings into focus in the dim light. When she realized that the white apparition across from her was a rack holding doctors’ lab coats, she sighed and lay back on the pillow. For a moment she wondered what had awakened her with such a start – perhaps the rattling of the window in the OR office down the hall?
But no, it was more than the window. That sound had become familiar to her over the last few hours as the building rattled and creaked in the relentless wind. No, it had been more than that – something akin to physical discomfort which seemed interconnected with her dreams. Strange, she felt fine now. Or, did she? Oh no, it had not been a dream; pressure on her bladder told her in no uncertain terms to get up and relieve it.