Part 18
"How's the marriage issue going?" Joanna asked Quinn, coming to the nurse's station toward the end of the midnight shift. "Any pressure?"
"None."
"Are you thinking maybe that's a good sign, or just glad it went away?"
"I don't know, really. I haven't thought about it."
"Haven't thought about it!"
"Life is just busy. So much stuff to do."
"Okay. You don't have time for wedding-planning."
"Oh, I get it. You can't wait to start helping someone with that. It's fun planning them. I've had a friend get married practically every weekend this summer. I am a professional bridesmaid."
"Does Paul go with you to these weddings?"
"Some yes, some no. Usually if they're here in town."
"I remember. The couple years right after college are like that. It's fun, though. But it can keep you busy. Well, I see you've done your whole round except for your favorite patient. Saving the best for last."
"I'm one of those people that likes to do all the simple, straightforward things first and get them out of the way, then tackle the problems."
Joanna laughed.
"Look at this," Quinn was reading from the chart. "Never a single normal day! Here is what Terri Hayes wrote: Det. Taggart came to visit pt. I heard pt. yelling at Det. Taggart from two rooms down. Went down to room to ask Det. Taggart to come back later. Det. Taggart left. Calmed pt. down. Heart monitor ok."
"You could look at that two ways," Joanna said. "He's well enough to yell."
"You always do see the bright side. I would be lost without you."
