Her expression didn’t change, but her eyes, hazel and sharp, seemed to assess him with a new intensity. “Colonel, your status indicates urgent pain. The orthopedic surgeon, Commander Halloway, is in surgery.
I am the senior triage nurse. I am fully qualified to assess your injury and administer pain management protocols until he is out.”
“Pain management?” Sterling scoffed, stepping closer, towering over her. “I don’t need pills, and I don’t need a civilian guessing game.
I have metal fragments lodged in my iliac crest.”
He leaned closer. “Do you even know what an IED blast does to bone density over twenty years?”
“I am quite familiar with blast injuries, Colonel,” Sarah said softly. “I doubt that,” Sterling snapped, “unless you picked that up watching Grey’s Anatomy.”
He turned back to the terrified young corpsman at the desk.
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