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+1 (302) 499-2858 stockshiftstrategies.com 124 Broadkill Rd 4 Milton, DE 19968 âLarissa, I put a new patient in room four for you,â Merry Haines, the Hope County Hospital ER charge nurse, called out. âOkay.â Larissa Brockman finished documenting on her recent discharge and then pushed away from the computer. The hour was well past midnight, but the ER remained incredibly busy on this Memorial Day Friday night. Or rather, Saturday morning. She crossed over to room four but then stopped abruptly in the doorway as she saw the familiar face of her patient. Annie Hinkle, a fifty-year-old woman looking a decade older than she should, was seated on the gurney cradling her right arm against her chest. No. Not again. The tiny hairs lifted on the back of her neck in alarm. This was the second time Annie had been here over the past month. The last time was for a black eye that she swore was not caused by her husband, Kurtâs, fist. What would be her story this time? Larissa took a deep breath and let it out slowly before entering the room. âHello, Annie.â âHi.â Annieâs gaze barely met hers before skittering away.
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âWhat did you do to your arm?â Larissa asked, keeping her voice gentle as she approached. She had the distinct impression the woman was on the edge and wouldnât hesitate to flee if cornered. âI fell off the front porchâyou know how klutzy I am.â Annie refused to meet her gaze but kept staring down at her arm as if the injury might heal itself if she concentrated hard enough. âI donât think youâre klutzy at all,â Larissa murmured. âShow me where it hurts.â âRight here,â Annie said, removing her left hand to reveal a darkly mottled bruise encircling her wrist. Larissa felt a little sick looking at the injury, knowing there was no possible way this had happened from a fall. She could clearly envision a manâs large hand squeezing hard enough to cause this. Sheâd be surprised if there werenât a few broken bones hidden beneath the horribly discolored skin. âOkay, Iâm going to get you a cold pack for that, and Iâm sure the doctor will want X-rays, too.â She kept her voice calm with an effort. âDo you need something for pain?â Annie lifted her shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. âMaybe a pain pill would help.â Larissa nodded, thinking the poor woman needed far more than a pain pill. She batted a wave of helplessness aside. âAre you hurt anywhere else?â she asked. âMaybe you hit your head? Or your ribs?â âNo, just my wrist.â âAll right, Iâm going to check in with Dr. Allen, and then Iâll be right back.â âSure.â Annieâs gaze jerked away, causing Larissaâs stomach to knot painfully. She recognized the signs and symptoms of abuse. Only too well. Dark memories from the past threatened to overwhelm her, and she fought them back with an effort. Struggling to keep her emotions under control, she grabbed an ice pack from the supply rack and then went searching for Dr. Gabe Allen, the physician in charge of the patients on her team. He was on the phone talking to the inpatient hospitalist about a patient he wanted admitted. She hovered nearby, waiting until he finished his call. He hung up the phone and flashed a warm smile. âHi, Larissa, whatâs up?â His smile was far too attractive, an effect sheâd been fighting for months now. So far, she thought she was hiding her feelings pretty well. âI need you to examine my patient in room four,â she said in a soft tone in a voice. âIâm convinced sheâs being physically abused.â Gabeâs smile faded. âAre you sure?â [Crypt Crash](
Sheâd only been a nurse here at the Hope County Hospital for six months, but sheâd thought sheâd proved her competence by now. She scowled. âTrust me, Iâm sure.â Gabe gave a terse nod. âAll right, let me finish up this inpatient admission, and Iâll be right over.â âThanks.â She hurried back over to Annieâs bedside, squeezing the disposable ice pack between her hands to activate the chemical reaction inside. âHere, place this around your wrist, okay?â she instructed. âDr. Allen will be here shortly.â Annie winced but didnât say anything as she placed the cold pack over her wrist. Larissa struggled to find the right words that might break through the womanâs wall of denial. âAnnie, you donât have to put up with anyone hurting you. We have programs that can help keep you safe.â âNo oneâs hurting me,â Annie swiftly denied. âI told you I fell off the porch.â Her voice rose with indignation, and instinctively, Larissa knew she needed to back off or the woman might bolt. âOkay, Iâm sorry. I just donât like the idea of anyone hurting you.â She forced a reassuring smile. âYouâre such a nice woman, and you certainly deserve to be treated as such. Oh, look, here comes Dr. Allen now.â âHow are you, Mrs. Hinkle?â he asked. âI understand you may have broken your wrist.â âI fell off the porch,â Annie said, repeating her story like a parrot. âHmmm,â Gabe murmured as he removed the ice pack from her wrist. His eyebrows pulled together in a dark frown when he saw the extent of the injury. He probed the skin gently, his expression serious. âWeâre going to need several X-rays of this wrist,â he said. Larissa swiftly logged on to the computer. âAP and lateral views?â she asked as she entered the order. âYes.â Gabe replaced the ice pack and gave Annie a stern look. âYou know this didnât happen from a fall,â he said bluntly. âYes, yes, it did.â Annieâs voice was beginning to sound desperate. âIâm klutzy and I fell off the porch.â Gabeâs frustrated gaze locked on Larissaâs, and she knew exactly what he was thinking. She gave him a tiny nod, acknowledging their dilemma, and then turned toward Annie. âOkay, just relax for now. The radiology tech will be here shortly to take you over to get the X-rays. Dr. Allen, do you think she could have a dose of Percocet for the pain?â âOf course.â âGreat, Iâll be right back.â Larissa walked over to the automated drug-dispensing machine and punched in her password along with Annieâs name and ID number. The Percocet drawer popped open, and she removed one dose before closing it up again. When she spun around, she nearly bumped into Gabe. âWe have to notify the sheriffâs department,â he said in a low voice.
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âI know.â The Wisconsin state statutes were pretty clear regarding cases of suspected abuse. Still, she knew that doing the right thing could also backfire in a big way. âBut you heard her. Thereâs no way sheâs going to press charges against her husband. And Iâm afraid that heâll only get angrier once the deputy questions him. What if he takes that anger out on her?â Gabe thrust his fingers through his dark brown hair. âYou could be right, but what choice do we have?â âI donât know,â she admitted, hating the feeling of helplessness. The system was supposed to work for victims, but more often than not, it created a vicious cycle, one that couldnât be broken unless the victim took a stance. But too many of those victims didnât. âLet me talk to the social worker first, okay?â âOkay, but giving her pamphlets on domestic violence isnât going to help,â Gabe said with a dark frown. âWe have to call the authorities.â She nodded, knowing with a sinking heart that he was right. She could only hope that the police could get through to Annie better than she and Gabe had been able to. She closed her eyes and prayed that Annie wouldnât end up back in the ER with injuries that were far worse than a black eye or a broken wrist. Please, Lord, keep Annie safe! You are receiving this editorial email with advertisements at {EMAIL} because you opted in for this service. If you wish to discontinue receiving these emails, please click on the [unsubscribe link](. Polaris Advertising welcomes your feedback and questions. But please note: The law prohibits us from giving personalized advice. To ensure our emails continue reaching your inbox, please add our email address to your address book. To contact Us, call toll free Domestic/International: +1 (302) 499-2858 MonâFri, 9amâ5pm ET, or email us support@stockshiftstrategies.com. 124 Broadkill Rd 4 Milton, DE 19968. Any reproduction, copying, or redistribution of our content, in whole or in part, is prohibited without written permission from Polaris Advertising. © 2024 Polaris Advertising. All rights reserved. [Logo]( But Buck was neither house-dog nor kennel-dog. The whole realm was his. He plunged into the swimming tank or went hunting with the Judgeâs sons; he escorted Mollie and Alice, the Judgeâs daughters, on long twilight or early morning rambles; on wintry nights he lay at the Judgeâs feet before the roaring library fire; he carried the Judgeâs grandsons on his back, or rolled them in the grass, and guarded their footsteps through wild adventures down to the fountain in the stable yard, and even beyond, where the paddocks were, and the berry patches. Among the terriers he stalked imperiously, and Toots and Ysabel he utterly ignored, for he was king,âking over all creeping, crawling, flying things of Judge Millerâs place, humans included. His father, Elmo, a huge St. Bernard, had been the Judgeâs inseparable companion, and Buck bid fair to follow in the way of his father. He was not so large,âhe weighed only one hundred and forty pounds,âfor his mother, Shep, had been a Scotch shepherd dog. Nevertheless, one hundred and forty pounds, to which was added the dignity that comes of good living and universal respect, enabled him to carry himself in right royal fashion. During the four years since his puppyhood he had lived the life of a sated aristocrat; he had a fine pride in himself, was even a trifle egotistical, as country gentlemen sometimes become because of their insular situation. But he had saved himself by not becoming a mere pampered house-dog. Hunting and kindred outdoor delights had kept down the fat and hardened his muscles; and to him, as to the cold-tubbing races, the love of water had been a tonic and a health preserver. And this was the manner of dog Buck was in the fall of 1897, when the Klondike strike dragged men from all the world into the frozen North. But Buck did not read the newspapers, and he did not know that Manuel, one of the gardenerâs helpers, was an undesirable acquaintance. Manuel had one besetting sin. He loved to play Chinese lottery. Also, in his gambling, he had one besetting weaknessâfaith in a system; and this made his damnation certain.