Any Day Now (SWAT Generation 2.0 8)

I rolled my eyes.

“Ahh,” Zach said. “Just the girl I was waiting for.”

My brows rose. “When did you start working here?”

The last I’d heard she was permanently at the other hospital.

“The internship I was talking about last time we spoke is here,” she said. “I get to go where I’m needed throughout the day, touring the floors until I find the floor that I’d like to hang out on for the rest of my internship.” She paused. “But, with the internship came me having to quit my old job.”

“I thought you knew where you wanted to work?” I frowned.

Adam lifted his head and glanced to the side, staring at Reggie.

“I do,” she answered as she walked over to Adam and offered her hand to him. “We’ve met once before a while ago, I don’t know if you remember me. But I’m Reggie.”

Adam took her hand. “Adam.”

She grinned. “I know.” She turned back to me. “Your girl has a lot to say about you when I can actually find time to text her. And to answer that question before you ask it, Amelia, the two-week float for the internship is mandatory. Once I’ve completed two rounds on every single floor, then I’ll get to choose.” She paused, grinning. “It’s actually kind of fun.” She looked at Zach who’d taken over her computer that she’d rolled in with her. “This is my last semester of school, and I get to choose which hospital that I take my clinicals at. Since I chose here, everyone already knows me. This is my last shift in the ER before I go up to NICU next week.”

Understanding dawned.

She’d told me from the beginning that neonatal intensive care unit was her passion.

She’d wanted to work there since she’d begun her nursing career, so it came as a surprise to hear that she was here doing her internship on the ER floor when she’d said that she would, in no uncertain terms, never work in the ER.

“Yeah, apparently our perks aren’t good enough for her down here,” Zach said as he finished typing. “All right, got all of the prescriptions I want you to take in the computer. They’ll be called down to your pharmacy in a couple of minutes. Tonight, I want you to take it easy. Spend the first couple of days chilling. Don’t do anything strenuous.” He looked at the two of us. “Just so you know, sex is strenuous,” he instructed as I snickered.

“I don’t know why you’re looking at me like that, Zach.” I rolled my eyes.

Zach looked away from me and to Adam. “When she was seven, she sliced her leg open on a barbed wire fence that she tried to scale when following the boys around,” he told Adam. “When we finally found her, crying and screaming, it was to see her entire leg gaping open. I could see the bone. At least, to my mind, it was bone. It was actually fat. Anyway, long story short, she got seven stitches in her leg and was told to take it easy for a couple of days. Guess who cut open her abdomen two days later?”

Adam snorted. “That sounds like my girl.”

I rolled my eyes. “I was the baby of the bunch. Nobody wanted to hang out with me. I had to do things that I didn’t want to do because it was the only way anybody ever paid attention to me.”

Zach snorted. “It wasn’t that nobody wanted to hang with you. It was that nobody wanted to suffer the wrath of Silas if you got hurt on our watch. It was easier to leave you behind than have to deal with your dad losing his shit.”

Adam burst out laughing at that, his eyes turning to me. “He’s so fucking right it’s scary.”

I patted Adam’s forearm. “I’ll be good. For now.”

He squeezed the only spot on my leg that wasn’t bruised. “I appreciate that. Your father wants to kill me enough.”

Just as I said that, there was a commotion in the hallway.

I looked up to see Hilton Barnes and Rogan Germain being led out of the hospital.

And what did you know? They had to be led down the hallway that was lined with my family and friends.

Just before Rogan got to Booth, who was at the beginning of the line, he flinched. Booth grinned.

When they got to Bourne, who was cracking his knuckles, Rogan went white.

Catori had her phone out and was filming. “This is on Facebook live. Wave to your fans, Rogan.”

I almost swallowed my tongue.

The officers that were leading Rogan and Hilton coughed to smother their laughs.

“Hey, Rogan?” Nathan called. “Can I have your autograph? I can wait until you get uncuffed down at the station.”

That caused Reggie to snort out a laugh that turned into a cough.

Zach clapped her on the back a few times in response.