Page 21 of SEAL's Resolve
When the doctor answered his phone, Rafe said, “An orderly is outside of Kristi Stewart’s door, saying he has orders to take her for a CT scan. Did you authorize this test?”
“Absolutely not. I’m on my way to her room now.”
Rafe ended the call. “Let’s get you into the bathroom, Kristi.” He tugged off the blankets and lifted Kristi into his arms.
She gasped and bit off a soft moan, her face draining of color.
“Sorry,” he murmured as he carried her into the bathroom. Inside, he set her on her feet and kept his hands on her shoulders until she was steady. “You good?”
A nod, but she was too pale for his liking.
“Stay here until I tell you to come out.”
She caught his hand. “Be careful.”
His heart turned over in his chest. He seriously needed to have that checked. “Always.” With that, he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. He took a minute to call Josh.
“Cahill.”
“It’s Rafe. We might need a man with a badge.”
“I’m in the hospital lobby. Two minutes.” Josh ended the call.
Rafe walked out to the corridor and stood in the doorway, blocking the orderly’s access to the room.
The dark-haired man glanced uneasily at the three men barring his path. “Look, the scan won’t take long, but if I don’t take Ms. Stewart now, her test could be delayed for hours.”
Rafe used a hand signal to warn Jon and Jackson of trouble. “Dr. Anderson didn’t authorize the scan.”
Sweat beaded on the man’s forehead. “I’ll sort this out.”
“Dr. Anderson will be here soon. You can sort it out with him.”
A frown. “Dr. Henderson authorized the test, not Anderson. I have to speak to Henderson.” The orderly started to back away when Jon moved, blocking the man’s retreat.
“You wouldn’t want to disappoint Doc Anderson,” Jon murmured, his voice soft and his gaze glacial.
“You can’t keep me here against my will.”
Rafe pointed to Josh. “He wants to talk to you.”
“Sorry, man.” The orderly shook his head. “I have a schedule to keep.”
Josh flashed his badge. “I have questions for you first.”
Dr. Anderson hurried up the corridor, frowning. “Who are you?” he demanded of the orderly. “Where’s your hospital badge?”
The guy swallowed hard and glanced down at the front of his shirt. “I must have lost it somewhere.”
“I haven’t seen you before.”
“I’m a new hire.”
A frown. “Who sent you to get my patient?”
The orderly clammed up.
“He claims Dr. Henderson sent him,” Rafe said.