Chapter 22

In the morning, Dr. Saunders gave Angel a surly look when she spied her holding Luann in her arms. The doctor snarled before turning away. Just as she turned, Pickles rushed in.

“We’ve got a live one,” she shouted, jerking her thumb to the commotion in the hallway.

Much to Angel’s surprise and delight, in rolled Hollister splayed out on a gurney.

“She’s got it coming out both ends,” Pickles gleefully announced. “I guess she ate something that didn’t agree with her.”

“She looks terrible,” Luann whispered as Hollister wailed in agony.

“Nana,” Angel offered softly. “I told you that you’re a part of the family.”

“How you feeling, hot stuff?” she shouted at Hollister.

“Unless you’re going to clean up after her, I wouldn’t be pushing her buttons,” Ronan barked. Angel was amused by the gleam in his eyes. “Something you want to say to Walters?” he directed toward the whimpering woman. He nodded and stepped out of the room.

“Walt,” Hollister gasped.

“Not feeling good, something you ate perhaps?”

“Tell Cooper I got her message.”

“She’ll be thrilled.”

“Walters!” Dr. Saunders barked. “Time for you to head back to your unit. I’m not running a spa.”

“Okey dokey.” Angel gave a salute. She gave Luann a reassuring smile and a wink before offering to give Pickles a hand with the gurney. “Doc seems a bit frosty.”

“I told you, you broke her heart,” Pickles whispered, sounding far too serious for Angel’s liking.

“It’s never good when you’re questioning what’s wrong with your doctor. I mean, seriously, there’s a list of rules and laws that clearly forbid anything to go on between the two of us. Never mind, I’ve given her a second glance.”

“I’ve been getting the vibe that in her world, that isn’t the case. Kind of explains how she ended up here. Think about it, all those years of med school, and the best you can do is handing out aspirin in this flaming pile of doo-doo.”