Irene was so aggravated that she doubted seeing Brenden was a good idea. But she was pleased to have the patient going back to the ER, even if only because leather restraints weren’t allowed to be used on their floor—because now, Brenden wouldn’t be able to come up with another excuse not to see the patient.
Andy helped her push the bed downstairs. They were in the process of putting her in leather restraints when Brenden walked in. Irene avoided eye contact.
“Hello there,” Brenden said pleasantly as though the patient wasn’t struggling for her life on the bed and cursing everyone within ten meters of her. He had her chart in his hand. “What seems to be the problem?”
The patient was hysterical. The sedative hadn’t touched her.
Andy somehow managed to lose his grip on the wrist he was c
