Hubby off working his arse off in this heat whilst I’m at home in the nice, cool house busier than a beaver in a petrified forest! I’ve been running soooo far behind! Yet…I’m making great strides in progress 🙂 Oh yes, hear me roar! (meow) LOL. Kitty doing well and he joins me to help mommy do her tasks and take cuddle breaks.
This week we are back with Bernard’s Diary, and things had taken a drastic turn…ending up en route to the hospital 😦
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This week I’m posting from an up-n-coming re-release. Bernard, Diary of a 46-yr-old Bellhop has been transformed into Bernard’s Diary. I’ve set a release date of June 15th and will tease up to that date.
Bernard Covington, suicidal and not the most-handsome man in the world would be happy to leave the world behind altogether. That is until he meets Dr. Jack Larson. The physician takes his wounded heart and soul and patches them back together, but is he Mr. Perfect?
Bernard and Jack develop a romance, but soon the tide begins to shift as Jack’s past is revealed and it becomes a game-changer for the couple to deal with.
Will Bernard and Jack have a happy ending or will he succumb to his desire to end it all or will dealing with Jack’s phantoms keep him going? Only Bernard’s diary knows what secrets lurk in his soul…
“Shocked him twice. 46-year-old male, obese, two bad wrist lacerations, and ingestion of pills.”
“10-4, we’ll be ready.”
The ambulance pulled into the emergency department at Adams County hospital. It wasn’t a fully-equipped center, but it would have to do. The patient was near death. The doors on the ambulance flew open and the stat team ran out to greet them. In charge was a tall, handsome young doctor named Jack Larson. They ran with the gurney inside and to a treatment room. There were four people working on him at once, but Jack kept order to the chaos.
“Nurse, type and cross-match his blood and start him on Narcan.”
“What’re his vitals?” he demanded.
“BP is 90 over 50, pulse 135,” the lead nurse replied.
“Damn, too high. What’s our patient’s name?”
“Bernard Covington.” The other nurse read it from the report. He touched the patient’s shoulder and leaned over him. “Mr. Covington? Can you hear me?” He pulled out his exam flashlight and pulled up the man’s eyelids one at a time to check the dilation.