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monitored, medications administered, IVs set up, blood drawn, baths given, beds changed and God forbid an emergency should occur that would send a code-blue team rushing to a patient’s room. Every day that Cherisse went to work, she prayed for a quiet day. But her prayers were rarely answered.
    At the nurses’ station she greeted Sonia, her best friend and a registered nurse, and Gerald Cramer, also a registered nurse. Both were busy entering data in patients’ charts. The other nurses were elsewhere on the floor working with patients.
    â€œHow is Billy today?” Cherisse asked Sonia. She peered over her shoulder. Sonia paused in her writing. She was a petite brunette with long, curly auburn hair and startlingly dark brown eyes. Billy Neale was an eight-year-old who had recently undergone a liver transplant. For the next few days the staff was praying that he didn’t reject it. This was his second transplant. His body had rejected the first liver.
    Sonia smiled up at her. “He’s doing really well, vitals are in the normal range, and the doctor put him on limited solids today.”
    Cherisse liked the sound of that. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned her attention to Gerald. “And you, Gerry? How is Amy Whitehall doing?”
    Gerald shook his head sadly. Amy was a twelve-year-old who had allegedly been viciously attacked by her father and left for dead. A neighbor had found her and called 911. The girl had broken ribs, a broken arm and her skull had been fractured by a blunt object. The first couple of days no one expected her to live. This was day five. Cherisse was hoping that she’d taken a turn for the better overnight.
    â€œStill in a coma, and the infection is worse,” Gerald reported. Narrowing his eyes, he added, “I’d love just five minutes alone with her father.”
    Gerald, thirty-two, was a huge man, six-four and well over two hundred pounds. A bodybuilder, he looked like he could bench-press a Cadillac. Part African-American, part Native-American, Gerald wore his long, black hair in a ponytail.
    People sometimes joked about his being a nurse among so many women. The other nurses were happy to have him nearby because they knew that for all his physical strength, he was one of the kindest, gentlest men they’d ever known. He was wonderful with the kids.
    â€œYou wouldn’t need five minutes,” Cherisse said. “You could snap his neck in a second.”
    Gerald laughed. “Cheri, you’re so violent!”
    Cherisse squeezed his shoulder and left him to his work while she walked over to the large carousel atop the desk where they kept the patients’ charts.
    Turning the carousel, she selected a metal-encased chart and began reading the latest entry. She sat there and read every last update in every individual chart, while jotting down a note to herself as to which patients she wanted to personally check up on. Several minutes later, she had a list of thirteen patients.
    While she had been checking the charts, Sonia had gone to answer a call from a patient, and Gerald had gone to get another patient ready to be taken downstairs for X rays.
    Now there were two other nurses in the station: Katy McCullough, a tall redhead, and Sarah Benson, a small blonde fresh out of nursing school. Both were licensed practical nurses.
    Upon entering the station, Katy had started gabbing away. “I heard you and Sonia went to Karibu Resort this weekend. Did you meet anybody interesting?”
    â€œJust some guys more desperate than I am,” Cherisse joked.
    â€œYou didn’t get a chance to meet Harry, did you?” Katy asked, her light-colored brows arching over pale green eyes.
    â€œHarry?” Cherisse asked, frowning, remembering the guy on the balcony.
    â€œHarry Payne, the owner of the resort! He used to be the quarterback for the Broncos a few years ago. When he retired, he opened Karibu Resort. Where have you been the