![]() ![]() She lifted him from his chair and placed him in bed. You think it’ll go to the bathroom, don’t you? Parker asked. Seriously? Okay, they’re bringing a horse. They can’t bring a horse into the hospital.Īn aid stuck her head out of the door to the room next to Parker’s. She must have missed half of what the little boy said because he was glancing back at her as if she didn’t have a clue. It was a great place to begin her career as an RN.Īt the moment she didn’t have a lot of time to reflect on her job, not with Parker, a dark-haired rascal, talking ninety miles an hour. The Braswell hospital, just a short distance from Samantha’s home in Martin’s Crossing, was small but efficient. The woman shrugged as she headed into a room with a toddler on her hip. Are we having a rodeo on the unit? Or football? She did know that after being outside in the June sunshine, the air-conditioning felt good and the kids all seemed to have spring fever. Why are you racing around like a maniac?Ĭowboys? Three days off and she no longer knew what was going on. She took the handles of the wheelchair and pushed him back down the hall. ![]() A little boy in a wheelchair zoomed her way, his face split in a wide grin. The pediatric rehab wing of the Braswell, Texas, Doctor’s Hospital sounded like an out-of-control playground when Samantha Martin walked through the double doors. ![]()
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