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A Night Liike Any Other (standard:mystery, 17582 words)
Author: mysteryscribeAdded: Jun 17 2014Views/Reads: 2554/1052Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Just an ordinary start to an extraordinary week. Hostages, Murder, Pornography, an old cop boyfriend and maybe a new girlfriend. All set on the Mississippi gold coast.
 



The night sounds and smells traveling on the air told April that it was
truly summer in Mississippi.  The traffic, just off the clinic grounds, 
told her it was highway 90 running there.  It was the same as 
everything else at the clinic.  The highway was the old version of 
highway 90.  The one that wound it's way through town, not the new one 
that by passed, the bypass.  The heat and humidity were worse than any 
April remembered, but then it seemed to be like that every year. 

April was 48 years old and for over half of her life, she was either a
nurse, or learning how to be a better nurse.  First she became an LPN 
because it was the only school she could afford.  Then the US Army 
offered her a scholarship, if she agreed to serve three years after she 
graduated. 

After her RN, and two tours in Afghanistan she saved some cash.  The
cash, and the proceeds of the new GI bill, she was able to get a 
masters degree in nursing.  She could have done it in three years, but 
she went to the longer four year NP specialty.  She did that for two 
reasons, she had the tuition money from the army, a part time job with 
a local urgent care clinic,  and finally she had a cop boyfriend who 
was recently divorced. 

It worked out really well until someone shot her cop.  No it didn't kill
him, but it probably would have been better for her, if the gun thug 
had been better at his job.  instead of killing him, it made him 
reassess his life's direction. Of course when he did that his wife and 
child seemed more important that a piece of ass. 

So here I am ten years later, and ten pounds heavier, she thought.  She
found herself still working for the clinic just outside Biloxi 
Mississippi.  It was the clinic where she worked part time while she 
pursued her NP degree.  She had worked at that clinic until the day she 
received her medical license in the mail. 

She had more practical experience than any doctor in the area, which the
clinic owners loved.  They got someone who was trauma triage trained, 
for the salary of a Nurse practitioner.  She had always planned to got 
to work somewhere else, but she just couldn't seem to leave her 
boyfriend Brad.  She had started on the night shift, and just stayed 
with it after Brad had gone home to his wife. 

April dated several men, most of them were on the fringes of the
Clinic's orbit.  Some were cops, some firemen, some military men, 
mostly they were men who weren't likely to ask for a commitment.  It 
just seemed to work best that way. 

“I need some help here,” a black male about thirty said pushing his way
through the line.  April looked up and saw him almost dragging another 
black main into the clinic. 

“Someone call an ambulance I will try to help him till they get here,”
April said as one of the RNs on duty helped the man onto a gurney.   
They quickly rolled him into a cubicle and pulled the curtain. 

“Don't you call no one,” the man who brought his friend in said. 
“Anybody shows up and she dies.  He said pointing the gun at April.  He 
followed his friend and the two nurses into the curtained off treatment 
area. 

“You can't be in here,” April said to the man. 

“I ain't leaving my boy,” he said pulling a pistol from behind his back.


“You need to put that away right now, it makes me nervous, and I have
work to do,” April said. 

“If you don't fix Bobo, this piece is gonna make you dead.  Bobo dies,
you die.   You understand that bitch?” he asked. 

“Yeah, I'll do what I can,” April said as she began to work on the young
black man.   To the RN she said, “Go get me a GSW tray stat.”  She 
really hoped the gunman would let her out and then tjhat she would run 
like hell and take everyone else with her. 



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