Reliving The Past
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Chapter 3
Franco didn't like the way Elizabeth seemed in the locker room. So he goes to find out when her shift ends and plans to wait and find out what is going on. On his way to get a look at the schedule, he walks past a room where Elizabeth is tending to a patient. He stops and watches her interact with the patient.
"I just don't understand why it hurts." The elder lady rubs her stomach.
"Sweetheart, it's from the vomiting. But the meds we gave you to help stop you from vomiting will help you not vomit. So the muscles will relax and you will start feeling better. Soon you and your boyfriend will be dancing the night away. Glenn Miller, watch out." Elizabeth giggles and smiles as she holds her hand.
"Thank you young lady. You are the best nurse I've had. You are so sweet." The elderly lady smiles back at her.
"You are more than welcome. You hit that little red button if you need me. And I will come running." Elizabeth kisses the top of her head. Then leaves. Franco turns to hide. She heads off to write some notes and check on some other things. Her cell phone rings. She answers it while looking at paper work.
"Hello?" She waits for someone to answer. "Hello? Is someone there?" She stops what she's doing and listens. She can hear breathing. "Are you going to say something or are you just going to breath in the phone and waste my time?" The line goes dead. She hangs up and puts her phone in her pocket. And continues doing what she was doing before. While she's looking at a chart, an alarm goes off. She looks to see what room it is. It's the elderly lady she was just with. Elizabeth rushes to her room. She runs in and starts CPR on her. She can't figure out why she's flat lining. Dr. Lucas Jones comes in and takes over.
"What meds is she taking?" Dr. Jones asks while doing CPR.
"Just the IV Zofran. Just to keep her from vomiting. She was complaining her stomach hurt. But we thought it was from her vomiting. Did I miss something?" Elizabeth is close to tears.
"Well, let's keep her breathing and then we will worry about doing tests." Dr. Jones uses the paddles.
After 30 minutes of trying to revive the elderly lady, Dr. Jones calls her time of death. Elizabeth stays and starts removing the tubes. Tears free falling. She can't believe that sweet old lady died. She tries to think of all the possible conditions she could have had that she missed. When she's done removing all the tubes, she covers her like she's sleeping.
"I'm so sorry Mrs. Franks. You were a wonderful lady. I'm sorry I didn't do better." Elizabeth wipes her face of the tears. She closes her eyes and says a quite prayer. Then she covers her head and wheels her out to take her to the morgue.
When she gets back up from taking Mrs. Franks to the morgue, she tries to get back in the swing of things. Then her phone rings again.
"Hello!"
"Sorry to hear about your patient. She was a dear old thing." Then he hangs up. She looks confused at her phone. Franco happens to be walking by on the way to a patient's room.
"Hey, what's up?"
"I lost a patient. And then just got a call from a man I didn't recognize and he said he was sorry about my patient. That she was a dear old thing. Why would a stranger stay that? Something doesn't make sense. She passed away less than an hour ago. You didn't know. No one really knew. And how did he get my cell phone number? Maybe I should think about calling the police. This is just going way too far." Elizabeth walks off in a huff.
At the police station, Elizabeth finds Dante.
"Dante, can I speak with you please?"
"Sure. What is it?" Dante asks, while milling through files.
"I need to file a report. I don't know exactly what it's called. I have been receiving letters in my mailbox. No return address and no address for me. No stamp. For about two months these harmless letters kept coming. But then recently I got a very disturbing one. Then I got some long stem red roses with a card. I've been getting calls. I just lost a patient. Not 30 minutes later, I get a call from this man. He mentions her. I still can't figure out how he got my cell phone number or my new address. I'm getting a little unnerved. I have my boys to think about. You see I originally thought it was Lucky or Ric. But they both deny it. He made it sound as if we have been together before. As he said we would soon be together again. I don't know what category this falls under for a police report, but please help me. If you want I can bring the letters and card to you."
"We can get a tap on your landline. With your permission we can clone your cell phone. So when you get a call, we get it too. All you would have to do is when you answer your phone, just say the name and we will not listen. But if you don't know who it is and don't say a name, then we will listen and trace the call. I'd like to take a look at those letters."
"Ok. Let me run to the house and get those letters. I'll bring them right back here. Give me a half hour. If it takes longer I will call. If you don't hear from me, please call. I have a bad feeling." Elizabeth trembles.
"Would you like an officer to go with you? Or I can go. I haven't seen your new place. That way you will be safe and I can sweep your house to make sure no one is hiding in there. Do you have a security system?"
"No. I spent all I had on the house and the furniture. I have to save for a security system. This couldn't happen at a worse time. The boys have so many different sports things. And I'm trying to work as much as I can so I can start saving up a nest egg for this reason. It's just been hard trying to get back on my feet. But as always, I will get through this and my boys and I will be ok. Let's get there and get those letters." Elizabeth walks out of the police station. Dante follows.
