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just arrived.
    "Oh, god, Chase..." Shauna wailed and her face pinched up, then she ran across the room and threw herself across his chest like a widow on a funeral pyre.  Tears plopped on his chest and Chase groaned, then he moved his hand to caress her hair. 
    If there was one thing Chase couldn't take it was a crying female.  He felt like the most useless tool in the shed when the waterworks started.
    "I'm okay, sugar...stop crying," he said softly rubbing her hair.  This week, her rich brown tresses were shot through with vibrant blue streaks.  His little sister was an artist, and she was damned determined to let everyone know it with how she dressed and wore her wild hair styles.  It drove his mother nuts. 
    "Is mom with you?" he asked dreading her answer.
    "Yeah, she's downstairs talking to daddy.  She'll be up here in a minute, so prepare yourself.  She's a wreck."
    Chase sighed and closed his eyes.  " Ya'll didn't have to come, I'm getting out tomorrow.  They only kept me for observation."
    She snorted then squeezed him, "You're my brother, and you were shot, where else would I be?"
    "School?  You're almost done, sugar, you can't mess this up," Chase reprimanded.  Shauna had been in school forever, she was twenty-seven and almost a professional student since she'd changed majors so many times.  She was a hairsbreadth from her fine arts degree, and he just wanted to see her finish something for once.
    "Yeah, there's that," she said and pushed up off of his chest.   "I'm thinking I might go a few more semesters and switch my major to graphic arts."
    "What!?!" Chase launched up in the bed and wished he hadn't when his brain swam around inside his skull a few times and nausea danced in his chest.  He flopped back on the pillow and threw his good arm over his eyes.  "You can't switch again, you're graduating next semester.  Just get your damned degree, Shauna."
    "I'm going to get it...in graphic arts in two more semesters," she said belligerently.
    "Why graphic arts?" he asked and peered at her from under his arm.
    "Money...I've decided I don't want to be a starving artist.  I can make money in graphic arts.  I'll take web design classes too."
    Chase couldn't argue with that.  He'd told her when she'd picked fine arts with a concentration in painting that she'd be hard pressed to make money when she graduated, but had she listened to him?  Hell, no.   Shauna danced to her own fiddle, and nobody could tell her anything.
    "Have you told dad yet?" he asked knowing his dad was gonna have a stroke.
    "I told mama and she's going to tell him," Shauna said with a chuckle.  His sister definitely knew the path of least resistance, and had taken it.  "I'm not here to talk about me...how the hell did you get yourself shot?"
    "Long story, I'll tell you later...it was minor.  I'm fine," he assured her.
    "You could have been killed and you're calling it minor ?!?" she screeched and he flinched because it sawed through his head.  Someone knocked on the door and he was thankful...unless it was his mother. 
    "Come in," he said.
    The door opened and the beautiful angel doctor walked in with a big smile on her face.  She didn't have on her white coat, and his eyes feasted on the curves that had been hidden earlier.  Dr. Anderson was one tall, fine drink of water, that was for sure.
    "Hey, Doc," he said and grinned.
    She looked at Shauna then back at him, and hesitated in the middle of the room.  "I was just coming by to check on you.  I was headed out for the night," she told him.
    "Doc, this is my sister, Shauna..." he told her with a wave of his good hand toward his sister.
    "Hi, Shauna, it's nice to meet you," Jenny said and pulled her hand from behind her back and extended it. 
    Shauna's pierced eyebrow shot up and she gave Jenny a quirky smile.  "You're a doctor, huh?  Mine is about seventy years old and wrinkled like a prune.  How'd you get so lucky big brother?" she asked looking back over her shoulder
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