Chapter 37

"What have we got?" Miranda asked, stepping out of one hospital room and preparing to go into the next. Her weekend rotation in the emergency room was keeping her hopping.

Miranda didn't mind. Between that and periodic surgical assists, she kept her skills sharp, and, up until recently, she'd enjoyed a flirtation with the sexy Dr. Phillips - dubbed by many as Wishful's most eligible bachelor. It had never gone anywhere, and, in the last month or so, he'd started dating Mary Alice Reed. Miranda couldn't get herself too worked up over the idea that that ship had sailed. She'd dated another doctor during her med school and residency days, and it simply wasn't for her.

The nurse, Corinne Dawson, met her in the hall. "Patient is a white male, thirty-six, with a puncture wound from an arrow."

"Well, that's a new one."

"Oh, it gets better." Corinne grinned. "He got shot in the ass."

"The ass," Miranda repeated, shifting mental gears from considering damage to major organ systems.