before adding, “I understand if you want to fire me, but I highly recommend that you alert his doctor about his reaction to morphine so that he can send over a more thorough, up-to-date medical history for the medical staff here as well as a copy to keep at his house and for whatever agency you decide to go through. They’re going to need to know so that this doesn’t happen again.”
“You had no business giving it to him!” Melissa snapped, bringing his headache up to migraine level.
“Yes, ma’am, I did. We were out of the house and the file that you sent to the agency clearly stated that morphine was one of the painkillers that was used when he needed relief. Your brother is stubborn and refused to tell me that he was in pain, so when he went pale, started to tremble, and began to lose consciousness, I followed the protocol that you provided and gave him morphine,” Sloane bit out evenly, looking pissed even though he could still hear the terror in her voice.
“You could have killed him!” Melissa snapped, making him groan because her fucking voice grated.
“No, the file that you gave me could have. No one ever bothered to update his doctor, so when he put in the prescriptions for your brother, he based them on what was in the file,” Sloane snapped back, taking him by surprise because he would have simply told his sister to go fuck herself and walked off. “You can fire me, but I am not leaving his side until I make sure that you get an updated medical chart in here.”
“Regardless, you’re fi” his sister began yelling again, deciding to take it out on Sloane instead of admitting that she’d screwed up.
“Shut up,” Chase groaned as he dropped his head back against the thin hospital pillow and did his best not to lose the applesauce that Sloane had managed to shove down his throat. “She’s staying,” he said, in no fucking mood to hear his sister take this out on Sloane.
“No, she’s not.”
“If you want to bitch at someone, then call the fucking hospital that released my records or look in the fucking mirror because I didn’t hear you warn her about morphine,” Chase groaned, pressing his hands against his head and wondering when this fucking headache and nausea would go away.
“Chase,” Melissa said, sounding embarrassed as she should be, “I was only looking out for you.”
Without opening his eyes, he nodded toward where he thought Sloane might be standing her ground. “It seems that’s what she was doing so fuck off, Melissa, and leave me alone,” Chase said, hoping that she would just get the fuck out of his room so that he could finally pass out in peace.
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this fucking sick and exhausted. Oh wait, that wasn’t true because he remembered the last time he’d gone through this hell and that was when some fucking physician’s assistant had given a full dose of morphine, nearly killing him.
It had been a fucking magical afternoon.
“Chase” Melissa began again, suddenly sounding like she’d gone to hell and back last night.
“Get the fuck out! I have help now so get off my goddamn case!” he snapped, forcing himself to turn over, uncaring where he vomited as long as his stomach stopped hurting.
“Chase” Melissa started again, sounding concerned and not fucking understanding how much it humiliated him for her to see him like this.
“Get out!” he yelled just as his stomach lost the battle. He continued to gag, praying for it to stop, but it wouldn’t. His stomach cramped while pain shot through his abdomen as he lost everything they’d pumped him full of, including that damn applesauce, but he never heard the telltale sounds of vomit hitting the linoleum floor.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” Sloane said as he felt a reassuring hand on his back, gently rubbing the lightly scarred tissue and trying to make this easier for him.
Since it was actually helping, Chase kept his mouth shut, deciding it wouldn’t help matters if he said something to piss off the temperamental woman rubbing his back. He’d allow her to help him only because it was too much trouble to tell her to stop right now. Normally, he’d tell her to get her fucking hands off him and leave him alone, but there was just something about the pain in the ass that soothed him when nothing else would.