Diagnosis Wolf - Macy Blake Page 0,1

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Andrew stood impatiently on the stoop, cursing his brother’s addiction and his own trusting heart that had allowed Danny access to his accounts. That heart of his would sink him yet. All he’d have had to do was call the bank or the cops and press charges. The debt would have disappeared, but Andrew hadn’t been able to send his brother to jail.

He pressed the doorbell again and thanked his lucky stars that the weather felt like cooperating. Not that fall in Arizona meant freezing weather, but with the sun shining, Andrew didn’t worry about his scrubs not being warm enough for brisk weather.

The door opened. Finally. The largest man in the world stood on the other side. Dressed in a black suit, he brushed the jacket aside far enough to let Andrew see the weapon holstered under his arm.

Shit balls. What the hell had he gotten himself into this time?

“You the nurse?” tall, dark, and scowly asked, his voice deep and a bit on the creepy side.

Unfortunately for him, Andrew watched a lot of horror movies. This guy had nothing on Vincent Price. “Yes,” Andrew answered with a brief smile of reassurance.

“You’re a guy.”

“Well, yes. I’m Andrew.”

“Whatever. You won’t be here long enough for me to bother learning your name.” With that, he turned and stalked through the foyer.

“Nice to meet you too,” Andrew groused under this breath. He stepped onto the white marble tiles, then bounced right back out to wipe his Croc-covered feet on the doormat. He stayed close to the door and hiked his scruffy black duffel further onto his shoulder. When a strand of his shaggy blond hair blew across his cheek, Andrew tucked it behind his ear. He probably should have made time for a quick trim, but that was something else that required cash, and he was currently tapped out.

“Get in here,” Scowly commanded from a doorway near the back of the huge entrance hall.

Andrew started to snap a salute and say “Yes, sir!” but thought he’d better not. He walked down the hall, the foam resin of his shoes squeaking with each step across the glistening floor. Andrew expected to meet whoever was in charge, but instead, he faced a large stairwell.

Scowly marched up the steps, his perfectly shined black dress shoes not making a sound.

Andrew followed him down another long white hall to the only room with a closed door.

Scowly opened the door a crack and stuck his head inside.

“The nurse is here.” He pitched his voice very low, not quite a whisper with his deep bass. Andrew heard a whispered reply.

“Send her in.”

Scowly jerked his head and gestured for Andrew to enter the room.

Dark curtains shrouded the windows, and a hospital bed sat against a long, empty wall. The only light in the room came from a door at the opposite side of the room from the bed that was open just a crack.

Another Scowly wannabe sat in a chair by the window. Dressed in a similar dark suit, this guy also had the bulge of a hidden weapon under his coat. Andrew took all of that information in and processed it before he turned to look at the man on the bed.

The darkness of the room hid his features for the most part, but Andrew could see well enough to know his patient was a very sick man. His pale skin looked ashen, and his dark hair fell in messy, sweat-dampened waves against his forehead.

No other equipment surrounded the bed, only empty spaces where monitors and IV poles normally stood. Andrew didn’t see any charts around either.

“Where are his charts?” Andrew hissed at the presumed bodyguards.

“You don’t need them.”

Andrew bristled. No Scowly, gun or not, told him how to take care of his patients. “The hell I don’t. Get me his medical files.”

Ignoring his request, Scowly snorted and sat down in the chair.

“Fine, then. Nice knowing you.” Andrew turned and stormed back to the bedroom door.

He heard a menacing growl behind him, like that of a dog ready to attack. Andrew froze and glanced over his shoulder.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Scowly marched up behind Andrew and reached for his arm.

Andrew spun out of the way. “Don’t touch me, asshole. And I’m leaving. I can’t treat this guy if I don’t have his files. Since you won’t give them to me, you’ll need to find another nurse.” Andrew turned to leave again, and the growl sounded from behind him for the second time. “And someone needs to get