April 2011

Lover Romance Unleashed

For Chantal, I asked for more translation Lover Unleashed. "When we have our book in English? T_T The waiting seems eternity, but as low me love for Manny! hahaha
If there is damage, then the settlement, gave me a hunger of the devil: P Three

Sometimes the only way to know how far he had come was to return to where it once had been.
While Jane Whitcomb, MD, entered the St. Francis Hospital complex, was taken back to his former life. In a sense, it was only a short trip-only one year, where she had been the chief of trauma service here, living in an apartment full of stuff from their parents, spending twenty hours a day, running the emergency room and RUP.
I did not.
A safe landing was that the change had come a-knock-knock-knock-insurance was how he came inside of surgery. There was no reason to worry about the revolving doors. Or pushing down the hall.
She walked through the glass walls and passed security guards at check-in without even noticing.
The ghosts were good in that regard.

Since he had been transformed, he could go places and get into things no one had a clue that was close. But it could also be as corporeal as the most, while itself could become a solid at will. In one form, ether was complete, the other was as human as he had ever been able to eat, love and live.
This was a great advantage in his work as a private surgeon of the Brotherhood. Like now, for example, how the hell would be better able to infiltrate the human world, once again, with a minimum of effort?

Hurry, along the polished stone floor of the hall, went beyond the marble wall that was inscribed with the names of the benefactors, and went on its way through the crowd of people. In and between the congestion faced many familiar faces from the administrative staff doctors, nurses who had worked with for years.
Even patients and their families, were anonymous and no yet so close to her, on some level, the masks of grief and worry were the same no matter what facial features were attached.
As he walked to the back stairs, was on the hunt for his former boss. And Christ, she
almost had to laugh. Through all his years of working together, who had come to Manny Manella with a variety of GMOs, but this was like the beginning of any Multicar pileup, plane crash or a building collapse. Overall
.
Floating through an emergency exit metal, climbed the back stairs, his feet not touching the steps, but floated above them as she rose effortlessly.
had to do the job. I had to get to Manny, to let to take care of spinal cord injury. Period.
There were no other options, nicontingencias, or left or right on this road. This was the Hail Mary pass ... and there was no other than to pray for the receiver in the end zone cogiera shit football.
The good thing was that she played well under pressure. And the man who sought to know him like the palm of your hand. Manny
could accept the challenge. Although this would not make sense on many levels, and probably he would be livid to see that she was still "alive" would be unable to move away from a patient in need. Simply was not in their cables.
On the tenth floor, she crossed through another fire door and entered the offices of the department of surgery. The place was equipped like a law firm, all dark and gloomy, "said Rich. Sense. The surgery was a huge profit center for any teaching hospital, and had a lot of money to spend on recruiting, maintaining, and providing a home hothouse flower, bright, for people with an upstroke. Among the scalpel game set in San Francisco, Manny Manella was at the top of the heap, the chief had no only a sub-specialty, as she had, but the whole team and half full. This meant that he was a movie star, a sergeant, and the president of the United States, all rolled in a six feet high, a gifted son of a bitch. He had a terrible temper, an impressive intellect, and a fuse that was about a millimeter long.
On a good day.
And it was a real gem.
The man was the bread and butter, always had the profile of a professional athlete, and his set of knees, hips and shoulders, surely would have made a career in football, baseball or hockey player. But he had little experience with the spine, and even a neurosurgeon would also be good, considering what the scanners Payne had shown, was an orthopedic problem: If the spinal cord was cut, no neuro was going to help. Medical science had not gone that far. As
around the corner of the receptionist's desk, had to stop. Further to the left was his old office, where he had spent countless hours pushing papers and consulting with Manny and the rest of the team. In the nameplate on the door now read, THOMAS Goldberg, MD, CHIEF OF SURGERY OF TRAUMA.
Goldberg had been an excellent choice.
For some reason, it still hurt to see the new signal.
But come on. As if she expected that Manny would have preserved his desk and office as a monument in his honor!
Life went on. Yours. His. The hospital.
kicking ass, walked down the aisle carpet, fiddling with his white coat and a pen in his pocket and cell phone that she had not had cause to use.
There was no time to explain your routine or coax Manny back-to-the-dead or help through the mind fuck that was about to deliver. And I had no choice but to somehow get him to go with it.
front of your door closed, was prepared and then marched through the right.
He was not behind his desk. Or at the conference table in the bedroom.
did a quick check of your bathroom ... Nor was there, and there was no moisture on the glass doors, or wet towels around the sink.
Back in the appropriate office, inhaled deeply ... olors and faded, his aftershave, lingering in the air, made him swallow.
God, I missed it.
Shaking his head, turned to his desk and looked over the uproar. Patient files, stacks of memos between departments, reports Evaluation of Patient Care and the Committee of Calidad.Fue just after five in the afternoon of Saturday, would have expected to find it here: The elective courses are not made on weekends, unless he was on duty I dealing with a case of trauma, should have been parked behind this mess, pushing papers. Manny put the "twenty-four/seven" addicted to work.
Upon leaving office, looked at the desk of his assistant directors. There were no clues, because its schedule is kept on the computer.
The next stop was reduced to the RUP. San Francisco had various levels of operating rooms, all organized by specialty, and went to the station where he worked regularly. Looking through the glass windows on the double doors, he saw a rotator cuff that is working, and a nasty compound fracture. And although surgeons had masks and hats, she might say that none of them was Manny.
His shoulders were big enough to stretch, even larger than the set of sinks, and also drifting music made him understand that he was not mistaken. Mozart? Not by chance. "Pop? Over his dead body. (Like me: P)
heard Manny acid rock and heavy metal. To the extent that had it not been against the protocol, the nurses would have worn hearing aids for the rest of life.
Damn ... Where the hell was I? There were no lectures in this time of year, and out of hospital, no life. The other options were that he was in the Commodore, either by having fainted from exhaustion on the sofa in his flat or high, in the gym.
As I walked out of there, turned on his cell phone and dialed the hospital prefuntas system.

"Yes, hello," she said when the call was answered. - I would page Dr. Manuel Manella. My name? - Shit. "Ah ... Hannah. Hannah Whit. And here is my retro-call.

As he hung up, she had no idea what to say when he returned the call, but stressed that the spur-of-the moment of thought and prayed that his main competition really hit away from the park this time. The thing was that if the sun was below the horizon, one of the brothers could have gone and made some mental work to Manny to facilitate this process of getting what they wanted. Although
Vishous. Another person. Someone else.
His instinct told him to keep the pair as far as possible. They already had a medical emergency cooking. The last thing I needed was for his former boss obtains placed in traction, because her husband decided to put territorial and make a small shouts in your spine: Just before his death, Manny had been interested in more than a professional association with her. So unless hubieracasado one of the Barbies with which insisted on going out, probably was still single ... and absentee-in rule makes the heart grow fonder, "his feelings might have persisted.
other hand, was as likely to tell him shit for lying flat on the matter "dead and buried."
Good job, would not remember any of this.
In the end, however, feared she would never forget the next twenty-four hours.

The TriCounty Equine Hospital was the most recent, however. Located about fifteen minutes away from the Aqueduct, had everything from operating rooms and suites with full recovery, hydrotherapy pools and advanced imaging. And people who had horses were in the profit and loss on all fours.
In the OR, Manny read the radiographs of the front leg of his girl, and wanted to be the one to go in and take care of business: You could clearly see the cracks on the radio, but that was not what worried him. There
a handful of chips that had broken, the sharp flakes into orbit at the end of his bulbous long bones like moons around a planet.
The fact that she was not meant that other species could not handle the operation. While the anesthesiologist kept safe, he could handle the rest. The bones were bones.
But he would not be a jerk.

- What do you think? - Said.

"In my professional opinion - the chief veterinarian said, - is quite sombrío.Tiene multiple fractures. The recovery time will be extensive, and there is no guarantee that it can even reproduce.

What was the shitkicker?: The horses were meant to stand upright with your weight evenly distributed on four points. When you break a leg, was not so much an injury but a bitch, was the fact that I had to redistribute its weight in pounds and stay up disproportionately on the bright side. And that was how the problems arrived.
Based on what I was looking, most owners choose euthanasia. His daughter was born to run, and this catastrophic injury would make that impossible, even for recreation, if he survived. And as a doctor who was very familiar with the cruelty of doctors "saviors" that ultimately instance, left the patient in a condition worse than death, really did nothing more than prolong the inevitable pain.

- Dr. Manella? Did you hear what I said?

"Yes. I did - but at least this man, unlike the pussy on the track, seemed discouraged, just like Manny was. Departing

, came to where I had left out and put her hand on his cheek round drum. Her black hair shone under the bright lights and amid all the stainless steel tile pale, she seemed a shadow roll, forgotten in the middle of the room.
For a long moment, he saw the box chest expand and contract with your breath. Just saw her on the slab with beautiful legs like sticks lying down and its tail hanging down on the tile, made him realize again that animal as it was intended to be on their feet: This was completely unnatural. E
unfair. Keep it alive
simply did not have to face his death was not the right answer here. Preparing
, Manny opened his mouth.
vibration inside the pocket of his suit cut it. With a nasty curse, he pulled the BlackBerry and checkeó if treated in the hospital. Hannah "Whit? With an unknown number?
Nobody knew; and he was not on duty.
operator probably a mistake.

"I want to operate - was heard to say, when he put the thing back.

The brief silence that followed gave him long to realize that not letting go hit cowardice. But I could not stop that shit psychological or would lose.

"I can not guarantee anything," The vet looked again at the X-ray I can not say how it will go, but I swear, I'll do my best.

God, now he knew how families feel when talking to them.

Thanks. "I can see here?

"Of course. I'm gonna get you something to put, and you know the drill is scrubbed, Doctor.

Twenty minutes later, the operation started, and looked at Manny's head, stroking his forelock with his latex-gloved hand, although it was cold. Worked as chief veterinarian, Manny had to approve the type of methodology and skills, which were about the only things had gone well, because Gloria had been dropped. The procedure was over in less than an hour, with bone chips or removed or screwed into place.
Then they removed the leg and moved outside the operating room in a pool so that one leg was broken out sedation.
She stayed until she was awake and then went to the vet to the room.

"His vitals are good and the surgery went well - the vet said - But first may change fast. And it will take a while until we know what we have.

Shit. That little speech was exactly what I told the family and other relatives when it came time for people to go home to rest and wait to see how leaving a postoperative patient.

- I call it - said the vet. "With the updates,
Manny dropped his gloves and took out his business card.

- If you do not have it in their records.

"We've got - The man took the thing anyway. "If something changes, you will be the first to know, and I will personally inform every twelve hours when making the rounds. Manny
nodded and held out his hand.

- Thanks. To care for her.

- Sure

After trembled, Manny waved back behind the double doors. - Do you mind if I say a "goodbye"?

- Please

Inland, took a moment with his mare. God ... this pain.

"You hold on, baby .- He had to whisper because it appeared to establish a full breath.
When straightened, the staff looked at him with a sadness that I knew I was going to stick with it.

- We will take excellent care of her, "said veterinarian

He seriously thought they would, and that was all he would take back to the corridor. TriCounty
facilities were extensive, and it took a while to change and find the path to where I had parked at the front door. Later, the sun had set, a quickly vanishing peach glow lighting the sky as if Manhattan was steaming.
The air was cool, but redolent of spring, with the first efforts to give life to the barren landscape winter, and he inhaled deeply, almost fainting.
God, the weather had been running in a blur, but now, as the minutes clearly the frantic pace had exhausted its power source. Either that, or had crashed into a brick wall and had fallen straight to hell.
As he took his car key, he was older than God. His head was pounding and his arthritic hip, was killing him, unless the flat race along the track of glory that was the way in which, damn, I could handle.
This was not true, how had anticipated this day end?. I had assumed buy him drinks to the owners and they in turn ... and maybe the color of victory to Ms Hanson taking up on your generous oral suggestion.
When you enter your Porsche, started the engine. Caldwell was about forty-five minutes north of Queens, and your car could implement the trip back to the same Commodore. Good thing, too, because he was a fucking zombie. Nothing
radio. No music iPod. Or people calling, either.
As I was on the highway north, could only stare at the road and fight the urge to turn around and ... yeah, so what? Sleeping next to his horse.
The thing was, if I could get home in one piece, that help was on its way. He had a fresh bottle of Lagavulin waiting for him, and that may or may not stop to use a glass: As the hospital was concerned, it was off until Monday at six in the morning and had plans to obtain state drunk on the road. Taking
leather-wrapped steering wheel with one hand, that burrowed into his silk shirt to find your piece of Jesus. Grabbing the gold cross, sent a prayer.

"God ... please she is good."

could not bear to lose another of his girls. Not so fast. Jane Whitcomb had died a year but that was what, exactly, the calendar said. Over time the pain that was just a minute and a half had passed.

"I do not want to go through that again."