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Dr. Logan Caldwell pressed the heel of his hand against Amy Hester's chest, taking over heart compressions in a last attempt to save the child's life. Her small sternum hollowed and recoiled under his palm at a rate of one hundred times per minute, the best he could do to mimic her natural heartbeat. A respiratory therapist forced air into her lungs.
Don't die. Logan glanced up at the ER resuscitation clock, ticking on without mercy. Twenty-seven minutes since they'd begun the code. No heartbeat. Not once. Time to quit but ...
He turned to his charge nurse, Erin Quinn, very aware of the insistent wail of sirens in the distance. "Last dose of epi?"
"Three minutes ago."
"Give another." Logan halted compressions, his motionless hand easily spanning the width of the two-year-old's chest. He watched until satisfied with the proficiency of the therapist's ventilations, then turned back to the cardiac monitor and frowned. Asystole-flatline. Flogging this young heart with atropine and repeated doses of epinephrine wasn't going to do it. A pacemaker, pointless. She'd been deprived of oxygen far too long before rescue.
Logan pushed his palm into Amy's sternum again and gritted his teeth against images of a terrified little girl hiding in a toy cupboard as her day care burned in a suffocating cloud of smoke, amid the chaos of two dozen other burned and panicking children.
"Epi's on board," Erin reported, sweeping an errant strand of coppery hair away from her face. She pressed two fingers against the child's arm to locate the brachial pulse and raised her gaze to the doctor's. "You're generating a good pulse with compressions, but ..."
But she's dead. With reluctance, Logan lifted his hand from the child's chest. He studied the monitor display and then nodded at the blonde nurse standing beside the crash cart. "Run me rhythm strips in three leads, Sarah." After he drew in a slow breath of air still acrid with the residue of smoke, he glanced down at Amy Hester, her cheeks unnaturally rosy from the effects of carbon monoxide, glossy brown curls splayed against the starched hospital linen. Dainty purple flower earrings. Blue eyes, glazed and half-lidded. Tiny chin. And lips-pink as a Valentine cupid-pursed around the rigid breathing tube, as if it were a straw in a snack-time juice box. Picture-perfect ... and gone.
He signaled for the ventilations to stop and checked the code clock again. "Time of death-9:47."
There was a long stretch of silence, and Logan used it to make his exit, turning his back to avoid another glance at the child on the gurney ... and the expressions on the faces of his team. No good came from dwelling on tragedy. He knew that too well. Best to move on with what he had to do. He'd almost reached the doorway when Erin caught his arm.
"We've put Amy's parents and grandmother in the quiet room the way you asked," she confirmed, her green eyes conveying empathy for him as well. "I can send Sarah with you, if-"
"No. I'll handle it myself," Logan said, cutting her off. His tone was brusquer than he'd intended, but he just wanted this over with. "We need Sarah here." He tensed at a child's shrill cry in the trauma room beyond, followed by the squawk of the base station radio announcing an ambulance. "There are at least five more kids coming in from the propane explosion. We'll need extra staff to do more than pass out boxes of Kleenex. I want nurses who know what they're doing. Get them for me."
* * *
Why am I here?
Claire Avery winced as a child's painful cry echoed up the Sierra Mercy emergency department corridor and blended with the wail of sirens. Almost an hour after the Little Nugget Day Care explosion, ambulances still raced in. Fire. Burns. Like my brother. No, please, I can't be part of this again.
She leaned against the cool corridor wall, her mouth dry and thoughts stuttering. Being called to the ER was a mistake. Had to be. The message to meet the director of nursing didn't make sense. Claire hadn't done critical care nursing since Kevin's death. Couldn't. She wiped a clammy palm on her freshly pressed lab coat and stepped away from the wall to peer down the corridor into the ER. Then jumped, heart pounding, at the thud of heavy footfalls directly behind her.
She whirled to catch a glimpse of a man barreling toward her with his gaze on the ambulance entrance some dozen yards away. He looked a few years older than she was, maybe thirty-five, tall and wide shouldered, with curly dark hair and faded blue scrubs. He leveled a forbidding scowl at Claire like a weapon and slowed to a jog before stopping a few paces from her.
"What are you doing?" he asked, grabbing his stethoscope before it could slide from his neck.
"I'm ... waiting," Claire explained, awkwardly defensive. "I was paged to the ER."
"Good. Then don't just stand there holding up the wall. Let's go. The charge nurse will show you where to start."
"But I-," she choked, her confusion complete.
"But what?" He glanced toward sounds at the ambulance bay and then back at her.
Claire cleared her throat. "I don't know why I'm here."
He shook his head, his low groan sounding far too much like a smothered curse. "If that question's existential, I don't have time for it. But if you're here to work, follow me. Erin Quinn will tell you everything you need to know." He pointed at a crew of paramedics racing through the ambulance doors with a stretcher. A toddler, his tiny, terrified face raw and blistered behind an oxygen mask, sat bolt upright partially covered by a layer of sterile sheets. "See that boy? That's why I'm here. So either help me or get out of the way." He turned and began jogging.
Speechless, Claire stared at the man's retreating back and the nightmarish scene beyond: burned child, hustling medics, a flurry of scrubs, and a hysterically screaming parent. Help or get out of the way? What was she supposed to do with that ultimatum? And what gave this rude man the right to issue it?
Then, with a rush of relief, Claire spotted the Jamaican nursing director striding toward her. This awful mistake was about to be cleared up.
"I'm sorry for the delay," Merlene Hibbert said, her molasses-rich voice breathless. "As you can imagine, there have been many things to attend to." She slid her tortoiseshell glasses low on her nose, squinting down the corridor. "I see you already met our Dr. Caldwell."
Claire's eyes widened. Logan Caldwell? Sierra Mercy Hospital's ER director?
Merlene sighed. "I'd planned to introduce you myself. I hope he wasn't ... difficult."
"No, not exactly," she hedged, refusing to imagine a reason she'd need an introduction. "But I think there's been a mistake. He thought I'd been sent down here to work in the ER." Tell me he's mistaken.
"Of course. A natural mistake. He's expecting two more agency nurses."
Claire's knees nearly buckled with relief. "Thank goodness. They need help. I can see that from here." She glanced at the ER, where patients on gurneys overflowed into the hallway. A nurse's aide held a sobbing woman in her arms, her face etched with fatigue. Styrofoam coffee cups, discarded cardboard splints, and scraps of cut-away clothing littered the floor. All the while, the distant cries of that poor child continued relentlessly.
"Yes, they do," Merlene agreed. "And that's exactly why I called you."
"But I've been at Sierra Mercy only a few months, and my hours are promised to the education department-to train the students, write policies, and demonstrate new equipment." Claire floundered ahead as if grasping for a life preserver. "I've interviewed to replace Renee Baxter as clinical educator. And I haven't done any critical care nursing in two years, so working in the ER would be out of the-"
"That's not why you're here," Merlene said. Her dark eyes pinned Claire like a butterfly specimen on corkboard. "I need you to assess my staff to see how they're coping emotionally. I don't have to tell you this has been one miserable morning." She studied Claire's face and then raised her brows. "You listed that in your résumé. That you've been recently trained in Critical Incident Stress Management?"
CISM? Oh no. She'd forgotten. Why on earth had she included that? "Yes, I'm certified, but ..." How could she explain? Merlene had no clue that Claire's entire future-maybe even her sanity-depended on never setting foot in an ER again. It was the only answer to the single prayer she'd clung to since her firefighter brother's death in a Sacramento trauma room two years ago. Being helpless to save him left her with crippling doubts, sleep-stealing nightmares, and ... She'd mapped her future out meticulously. The move to Placerville, a new hospital, a new career path, no going back. Everything depended on her plan.
Claire brushed away a long strand of her dark hair and forced herself to stand tall, squaring her shoulders. "I understand what you're asking. But you should know that I haven't done any disaster counseling beyond classroom practice. I'm familiar with the principles, but ..." What could she possibly offer these people? "Wouldn't the chaplain be a better choice?"
"He's going to be delayed for several hours. Erin Quinn's my strongest charge nurse, so if she tells me her ER team is at risk, I believe it. They received six children from that explosion at the day care. Four are in serious condition, and a two-year-old died." Merlene touched the amber and silver cross resting at the neckline of her uniform. She continued, frowning. "Dr. Caldwell's working them ragged. An agency nurse threatened to walk out. Security's got their hands full with the media.... You're all I can offer them right now."
Claire's heart pounded in her throat. With every fiber of her being, she wanted to sprint into the northern California sunshine; fill her lungs with mountain air; cleanse away the suffocating scents of fear, pain, and death; keep on running and not look back. It would be so easy. Except that these were fellow nurses in that ER; she'd walked in their shoes. More than most people, Claire understood the awful toll this work could take. The staff needed help. How could she refuse? She took a breath and let it out slowly. "Okay. I'll do it."
"Good." Relief flooded into Merlene's eyes. She handed Claire a dog-eared sheaf of papers. "Here's our hospital policy for staff support interventions. Probably nothing new there." She gestured toward her office a few yards away. "Why don't you sit down and review it for a few minutes before you go in? You can report to me later after I make my rounds."
Before Claire could respond, the ambulance bay doors slammed open at the far end of the corridor. There was an answering thunder of footsteps, rubber-soled shoes squeaking across the faded vinyl flooring.
Logan Caldwell reappeared, shoving past a clutch of reporters to direct incoming paramedics. He raked his fingers through his hair and bellowed orders. "Faster! Get that stretcher moving. Give me something to work with, guys. And you-yeah, you, buddy-get the camera out of my face! Who let you in here?" The ER director whirled, stethoscope swinging across his broad chest, to shout at a tall nurse who'd appeared at the entrance to the ER. "Where are those extra nurses, Erin? Call the evening crew in early; a double shift won't kill anyone. We're working a disaster case here. Get me some decent staff!"
Claire gritted her teeth. Though she still hadn't officially met him, there was no doubt in her mind that Logan Caldwell deserved his notorious reputation. Dr. McSnarly. The nickname fit like a surgical glove. Thank heaven she didn't have to actually work with him-the man looked like he ate chaos for breakfast.
Claire turned to Merlene. "I'll do the best I can," she said, then drew a self-protective line. "But only for today. Just until the chaplain comes."
"Of course. Very short-term." Merlene began walking away, then stopped to glance over her shoulder. "Oh, a word of caution: Dr. Caldwell hates the idea of counseling. I'd watch my back if I were you."
Claire hesitated outside the doors to the emergency department. She'd reviewed the summary of steps for an initial critical stress intervention and was as ready as she'd ever be. Considering she'd never done any peer counseling before. I'm a fraud. Why am I here?
She shut her eyes for a moment, hearing the din of the department beyond. It had been stupid to put the CISM training on her résumé. She'd taken the course last fall and participated reluctantly in the mock crisis situations, mostly because it would look impressive on her application for the clinical educator position. But afterward Claire knew that she could never volunteer as a peer counselor. Never. It felt too personal, too painful.
Healing the healers, they called it, the basis for the work of volunteer teams that waded into horror zones after events like 9/11, the killer tsunami in Indonesia, and the devastating aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. And a Sacramento, California, trauma room after a warehouse fire that killed seven firefighters.
Claire fought the memories. Yes, the counseling teams made sure that caregivers took care of themselves too, assessing them for burnout and signs of post-traumatic stress. Like difficulty making decisions, sleeplessness, nightmares, and relationship failures. Claire knew the symptoms only too well. She'd struggled with most of them herself these past two years, exactly the reason she'd run away from that Sacramento hospital-after refusing its offer of stress counseling-and never looked back.
But here she was at another ER door, peeking inside through a narrow panel of bulletproof glass. And now she was responsible for helping these people deal with everything she was trying so hard to forget and expected to offer the kind of counseling she'd never accepted herself. Beyond ironic-impossible and completely at odds with her plan.
Claire raised her palm and pushed the door inward.
Heal my heart and move me forward. She'd prayed it every single day.
So why was her life slamming into reverse?
The essence of Sierra Mercy ER hit Claire's senses like an assault. Sounds: anxious chatter, a burst from the overhead PA speakers, beeping of electronic monitors, inconsolable crying, and painful screams. Smells: nervous perspiration, stale coffee, surgical soap, bandaging adhesive, the scorched scent of sterile surgical packs ... and of burned hair and flesh.
No, no. Claire's stomach lurched as she clutched her briefcase like a shield and scanned the crowded room for the charge nurse. Find Erin Quinn. Concentrate on that.
She took a slow breath and walked farther into the room, searching among the eddy of staff in multicolored scrubs-technicians, nurses, and registration clerks. She forced herself to note the glassed-in code room, a small central nurses' station and its large dry-erase assignment board, the semicircular arrangement of curtained exam cubicles with wall-mounted equipment at the head of each gurney, and the huge surgical exam lights overhead.
Claire tried to avoid the anxious faces of the family members huddled close to the tiny victims. Because she knew intimately how much they were suffering. No, much worse than that. I feel it. I still feel it.
When she'd agreed to do this for Merlene, she'd hoped this smaller ER-miles from the Sacramento trauma center and two years later-would be somehow different, but nothing had changed. Especially how it made Claire feel, the same way it had in those weeks after Kevin's death. Unsure of herself for the first time in her nursing career, she'd been antsy, queasy, and clammy with doubt. Dreading the wail of approaching sirens and jumping at each squawk of the emergency radio. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the irrational certainty that the very next ambulance stretcher would be carrying someone she loved, someone she'd be unable to save, and ...
A cry in the distance made Claire turn. Her breath caught as the young charge nurse opened a curtain shielding a gurney.
A child, maybe three years old, rested upright in a nest of blue sterile sheets, tufts of his wispy blond hair blackened at the tips-some missing in spots-reddened scalp glistening with blisters. One eye had swollen closed, and his nose was skewed a little to one side by the clear plastic tape securing a bandage to his cheek. The other blue eye blinked slowly as if mesmerized by the drip chamber of the IV setup taped to his arm. An oxygen cannula stretched across his puffy, tear-streaked face.
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This was a terrific story. I am not a fan of medical books because I want to think my medical staff are superhuman without the problems we face.
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Posted July 26, 2012
What I Loved:
¿Jeremiah 29:11 – Yep, my favorite verse makes several appearances . It’s written on my bathroom mirror right now and displayed prominently in Claire’s home.
What I liked:
¿I’ve spent too much time in the last couple of decades [eep!] watching medical dramas of one kind or another. Reading about one is a bit different! Critical Care is inspirational ER without the ‘drama’ [in the off-screen sense; ER went on a few seasons too long...] I could see the emergency room in my mind’s eye both from those shows and from our all too recent visit ourselves [see: Overwhelming Gratitude]
¿I love Claire. I feel for her after the tragic loss.
¿I love Logan. I didn’t like his picture on the cover :p. I kept thinking ‘but he doesn’t have long curly hair in his picture!’ I know – author’s don’t have much choice in that .
¿I love the rest of the supporting characters! They’re so real! Erin struggling with relationships. Sarah dealing with her past. How those things are resolved. Or at least starting to resolve.
¿Logan finally opening up – not just with Claire but with everyone. The resolution in his life with so many things in his past.
¿The ending left me with a smile on my face.
What I Didn’t Like:
¿The ending :p. Yes, I see what I wrote up there. But I also know that Disaster Status picks up at another hospital with one of those supporting characters who moves at the end of the book. Okay, I can deal with that. But my inner literary voyeur wants more Claire and Logan .
¿Um… that’s about it . Except that I wish the one character, minor though he may be, would have gotten his comeupence [how do you spell that?!] because it so annoys me that he didn’t. But that particular kind of situation is a bit near and dear to my heart.
liked the characters. I loved the romance. And I liked the medical aspect of it – maybe it’s too many hours wasted watching ER, House, or true stories on Discovery Health, but I liked it!
9 of 10 stars
Posted April 10, 2012
Claire used to be an ER nurse, but when her brother came in during her shift severely burned and died, she panicked and couldn't work the ER anymore. She promised herself never to set foot in the ER again. She took a new job at another hospital and tried to stay away from the ER. But when the ER team are dealing with a tragedy she is needed to evaluate the staff if they can handle the situation.
Dr. Logan Caldwell is not happy to see Claire counseling his staff. His experience is that counseling doesn't help. He thinks one must set their problems aside and do a good job. But with his gruff demeanour he's making working with him almost impossible.
When he is showing indifference to Claire's work she's not afraid to tell him the truth. For Logan that is a surprise. No one ever talked to him that way.
Both Claire and Logan are suffering loss and disappointments. Claire is a believer, but Logan doesn't believe in the power of prayer. He tried that, but it didn't work. Claire had her future plans worked out, but they're all falling apart.
Will those two hurting people find healing—and love?
Secondary characters ER head nurse Erin and workaholic nurse Sarah are making the story more interesting. All the characters fit nicely in the story—even the one-eared cat is a character to love. :)
I really love reading Candace Calvert's work. She has such a pleasant voice and she knows how to captivate me. I'm looking forward to reading the rest of this series!
Posted November 27, 2011
I am an ED nurse/nurse practitioner and Candace Calvert did a good job of capturing the chaos and adrenaline flowing in the ED. I really enjoyed this book and its familiar setting. The story flowed well and I liked having the extra stories of Erin and Sarah in addition to the main story of Logan and Claire. Well done and I will be reading the other 2 books in the the author's series.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted June 15, 2011
I enjoy romance books, and this one was different from the others I've read because of the medical spin on the story. I liked it so much that I'm now reading the authors' 2nd book in this series, and it is good so far, too. Highly recommend!
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Posted August 31, 2009
CRITICAL CARE is a wonderful story. Claire Avery was an ER nurse and one night, her brother, who was a fireman, was brought in during her shift and she couldn't save him. She quit working in ER and went to work at Sierra Mercy hospital as a teaching nurse. Then she met Dr. Logan Caldwell (WOW) who was also fighting his own demons but when they got together miracles started happening. This is an awesome read.
Posted August 30, 2009
Debut author, Candace Calvert, has accomplished something unique and wonderful with the start of her Mercy Hospital Series. "Critical Care" introduces us to a wonderful cast that I'm hopeful to see again and again in future books. Logan is the doctor in charge of the ER at Mercy and is known for being hard on nurses, to the point of making them quit. Erin is the head nurse who runs the nurses like a pro, but can't seem to get her love life to get in line like it should. Sarah is the reliable nurse that works extra, extra shifts and is always early because she doesn't want to let Logan down - but is her personal life falling apart? Into the middle of this mix in the ER we find Claire thrust because a huge daycare tragedy has occurred and they need her help with evaluating whether the staff is handling what they dealt with. The only problem is that Claire, who used to be an ER nurse, had trauma of her own and now avoids the ER like the plague. Can these four broken, hurting healers heal themselves? This venture into the ER is sure a riveting way to find out. I am looking forward to our next venture to Mercy Hospital!Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted July 23, 2009
There are three relative-milieu perspectives in which you often find stories set.
First, there's the inside-looking-out view. At the risk of sounding self-serving, I'll use my own "Ben Amittai: First Call" as an example. The hero-the prophet Jonah-is viewing the outside world from inside his unique perspective as a prophet called of God. He sees the effects of his calling-his milieu, if you will-on those around him who are not part of that calling, but are touched by it.
Second, there's the view from the outside looking in. TL Hines' "Waking Lazarus" has an interesting twist on this perspective as our hero, Jude Allman, has forced himself outside his milieu, denying his calling, and looking in only as his gift is forced upon him.
Finally, there's the inside-looking-in view.* Candace Calvert has excelled in this perspective in "Critical Care." Here we see the inside workings of a trauma team operating within the milieu of an emergency room, and we see the effects of the ER on the actors living and working within it. What do I mean? Oh, okay, enough of the esoteric stuff. Here's the scoop:
Doctor Logan Calvert is the hard-nosed ER director at Sierra Mercy Hospital. The good doctor's utmost motivation is the wellbeing of his patients. "Good," you say. Well, in his drive for perfection, he goes through ER nurses like a hot knife through soft butter. If they aren't the crème of the crop, they're history. No questions asked, no answers offered. Oh, and he has a hidden trauma in his past that defines his drive.
Nurse Claire Avery is attached to the education department of the hospital. Her counseling task: to "heal the healers" who day in and day out, psychologically deal with the trauma they encounter in different ways-and not always gracefully. Oh, and she has a hidden trauma in her past that defines her drive.
ER Nurse Sarah Burke is an overachiever. Excessively efficient, she is driven by her self-imposed commitment never to let Dr. Caldwell down. Oh, and-yes, you guessed it-she has a hidden trauma in her past that defines her drive.
ER Nurse Erin Qinn is the nurse-in-charge of the ER nurses. She is competent, caring, and caught in the middle between the iron-fisted Dr. Caldwell and her own nursing staff. Hidden trauma? I'll let you decide.
In short, if I were unfortunate enough to end up in an ER, this is the team I'd want working on me.
All of these drives at times complement, at times collide. Conflict, the grit of reality in the ER and, of course, unexpected romance combine to make this a fast-paced novel that challenges your mind, your heart, and your faith all at the same time. Ms. Calvert-a former ER nurse herself-delivers a tightly-written tale that sends you to the peak of contentment on one page, then into the valley of frustration on the next; kind of like, well, life in an emergency room. Her command of the intricacies of the ER and the pressures it imposes on those who work there permeate her story as the ER team handles one crisis after another. Come to think of it, I wouldn't mind Ms. Calvert being on that trauma team either.
If you like ER and Grey's Anatomy, but yearn for a clear Christian motivation in the mix, "Critical Care" is your book.
* No, I didn't forget the outside-looking-out. The milieu of the story is the "in" and there would be no setting for the story if there were no "in." Nice try. :-)
Posted July 1, 2009
I'm hooked on Grey's Anatomy, and now I'm hooked on anything that Candace Calvert writes. This is her first novel, so I'm hoping that there will be many more to come. Her experience as an ER nurse shines through the pages that I could not turn quickly enough. If medical programs interest you, this book would be worth your time.
The plot is an intricate one with twists and turns that keep the reader guessing. Characters are believable. Although this is a romance, it's not typical. Claire and Logan keep the reader wondering whether or not romance might develop. I won't tell as I don't want to ruin it for you. It's not the typical Christian fiction either. One character is a God follower, but others are not. Added into the plot is a bit of a whodunit when money disappears. It's simply a good read.
Posted June 20, 2009
Riveting Medical Drama
There's been a fire at a daycare center. Dr. Logan Caldwell and his staff scramble to treat the tiny burn victims, so many they've overflowed into the hallways. He has no time for Claire Avery, who's been sent from the education department to offer stress counseling to his overtaxed colleagues. Sparks fly from the moment the former ER nurse meets the ER director, or McSnarly as those who've dealt with his brusque treatment have dubbed him. He has no time for "touchy-feely" counseling or "weak links" on his watch.
Claire vowed never to set foot in ER again after losing her brother on her shift following an explosion that cost him and six fellow firefighters their lives. However, Sierra Mercy's ER is short staffed after one of Logan's nurses quits, and Claire is pulled in to work Urgent Care next door, throwing her into the path of the very man she wants to avoid. If Logan Caldwell discovers she crumbled following her brother's death at her former hospital, she fears her hopes of landing her safe job as clinical educator at Sierra Mercy could be dashed.
CRITICAL CARE, Candace Calvert's first inspirational medical drama, is an action-packed look into the lives of two hurting healers who have done the best they can to cope. Having turned from the Lord, they're trying to make it on their own, Claire with her detailed career spreadsheets and Logan with his "tough is what we do" attitude.
A former ER nurse, Calvert infuses her story with realism that reeled me in from the first page. Coupled with her well-developed, sympathetic characters, snappy dialogue and tightly woven plot, she has a riveting novel, one I couldn't put down. It's been years since I've read a book through the night, but I didn't stop until I literally fell asleep over the pages as the sun rose.
Calvert has a real winner in CRITICAL CARE. If you like a fast-paced story that grabs you and doesn't let go, this is it. I laughed, cried and sighed as I spent time with Logan and Claire. And the ending is all I hoped for. Both characters learn lessons in love and faith. Other than a sleepless night, my only complaint is that I have to wait for the release of the next book in Calvert's Mercy Hospital series.
Posted June 2, 2009
This book reminds me of ER the TV show and/or Grey's Anatomy without all the sexual content. The author, Candace Calvert, was an ER nurse. She takes you into the heart of the Emergency Room drama where hurting people are brought for help; where decisions are made to save a life from death.
Nurses and Doctors are real people working hard, trying to do the best job they can under very stressful conditions. Not everyone is cut out for the stress level of the ER room.
Logan, whose head of ER says to a nurse in his dept; "This is what we do, Erin. Tough comes with the territory. And death is always a factor. Do you see me crumbling here? The only kind of help we need here is more staff, more warm bodies. Real nurses. Not administrations' attempt at some touchy-feely counseling."
Sarah says to Claire, "I'm a nurse. I do what needs to be done. Then I come back the next day and I do it all again. Except for those lucky days when I get to do it for two shifts in a row. that's today."
Claire Avery has this to say about her struggle about working in ER, ". couldn't shake the irrational certainty that the very new ambulance stretcher would be carrying someone she loved, some one she'd be unable to save."
Where does God fit in all of this? Many of the characters in the ER are asking themselves that very question. Logan says, "What was he supposed to do when everything around him tumbled into chaos? Pray? Let God handle it? Right! "He couldn't do that.
Then there is the humorous side of ER. Erin the head nurse says this to her nurses, "I'm giving myself permission to feel lousy to the tune of a Zillion calories. Anyone what to join me?" Sometimes you just have to laugh.
Candace gives you a behind the scenes look from her perspective as an ER nurse - its eye opening! Nurses are not perfect they are real people with real struggles, who put themselves on the line to save lives every day. Often times it's a thankless job that demands more than they have to give. I really loved how the author shows real people struggling with God even in the face of death.
This is such an action packed, heart-felt, really gripping story. I just couldn't put it down. It's not easy for a Dr. to give family the heads up about their loved ones condition in the hospital. Not every story has a happy ending.
I really look forward to more stories from Critical Care unit. You will to.
Posted May 30, 2009
Candace Calvert catches your attention from the first sentence through to the last word with a refreshing voice in medical romance. The rhythm of her wording mesmerizes the reader along with authentic technical expertise and lyrical prose. For a debut novel, CRITICAL CARE more than entertains. It peels back a view of the life of nurses and doctors in today's medical system. And yes, I read all the Cherry Ames nurse stories when I was a young girl, and Candace brings us back to that good story telling ability to place us inside the characters' experience. We do escape into the world of Claire, Erin, Sarah and Logan, and we come away with a genuine understanding of God's way not always being our way but the best way. It's a lesson we forget, and it is one each of the characters struggles with. CRITICAL CARE also uses story telling to show readers how vulnerable we all are to post traumatic symptoms because we have failed to deal with the ever mounting stress in our lives. It's our culture to "buck Up and keep marching," but there is a cost to that mind set, a serious cost. People are not ever-ready bunnies, yet firemen, policemen, paramedics, nurses, doctors, armed forces--they especially are expected to be iron-hard machines when dealing with life and death situations. It's an unreasonable expectation and more books like CRITICAL CARE help us adjust our expectations to more realistic levels. Hurrah for Candace Calvert!!! You've just won another fan.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted May 18, 2009
This book quickly found its way to my shelf of favorites. Admittedly, I've loved medical fiction since I was a kid reading Cherry Ames and Sue Barton. But some books in this genre can be ridiculously and annoyingly unrealistic and need to be classified as DNR (Do Not Resuscitate). Not this one. Candace Calvert shows she has a talent for crafting a wonderful story in an accurate setting, portraying believable characters with real-life crises and issues. The medical detail was authentic without being horrific. And the personalities are spot-on. I loved how the nurses referred to Dr. Caldwell (behind his back, of course!) as McSnarly. Unfortunately, I've worked with a doctor or two like that! As the events unfold and the characters work through the circumstances of the story, the patients aren't the only ones who experience healing.
For an infusion of hope, get this book STAT - read it, & repeat dosage as necessary! I can't wait until the next one, Disaster Status, comes out!
Posted May 5, 2009
Trauma nurse Claire Avery can no longer work in an emergency room following the death of her brother Kevin in ER. She especially cannot enter that room though she worked there for years. Instead she obtains a position as a nurse educator.---------------
At Sierra Mercy Hospital emergency room, Dr. Logan Caldwell believes a nurse educator is a hooey waste of time as he expects his team to be as tough and cold as he is. Following a horrific explosion at the Little Nugget Day Care, Claire offer counseling to the shocked medical staff as kids die and many are severely burned; Logan demands instead Claire drop the good feelings brouhaha and do real work in ER to save lives of those hurt in the disaster. Still though they differ on medical care, Logan proves he has a heart as he falls in love with Claire who feels the same way about her grouch.--------------------
CRITICAL CARE is an enjoyable medical romance starring wounded professionals approaching care giving radically different as each has found a way to cope with trauma and death. Ironically, the exciting story line shows the frantic chaos of a hospital ER/trauma center but so much is going on, it becomes difficult to follow at times. Still with a strong cast who provide insight on how to deal with stress especially when kids are involved and one of your peers is hurt, fans will appreciate Candace Calvert's profound salute to ER community.----------
Posted December 18, 2010
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Posted January 29, 2011
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