Critical Care (Mercy Hospital Series #1)

Critical Care (Mercy Hospital Series #1)

by Candace Calvert


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ISBN-13: 9781414325439
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 05/20/2009
Series: Mercy Hospital Series , #1
Edition description: Original
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 577,178
Product dimensions: 5.40(w) x 8.10(h) x 0.90(d)

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Critical Care

Copyright © 2009

Candace Calvert
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-2543-9

Chapter One Don't die, little girl.

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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Critical Care 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 45 reviews.
Miss_CindyH More than 1 year ago
I've recently discovered medical fiction in Candace Calvert among others.  I must say I'm hooked.  I eagerly got more of her books to keep reading.  For fans of shows like ER or Gray's Anatomy, Calvert's Mercy Hospital is a winner!  There was enough drama, character development, medical information, suspense and faith to keep me glued.  While being fiction it still had important lessons to teach.  Anticipating more success for Calvert
More_Than_A_Review More than 1 year ago
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.  You can see my full review at More Than a Review dot com where I rate the level of sex, violence, language and drug/alcohol use in books. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. As a former RN, it is so refreshing to read a fiction book that is medically accurate. Very well written!
ekc67 More than 1 year ago
I thoroughly enjoyed this book. As a former emt I found this book to be realistic. The characters were believable and very human including the minor ones. It was fun to watch their growth as the story progressed and tosee the development of underlying biblical themes. Best of all, it was a great love story! Actually, this is my second reading of this book.
MKCP More than 1 year ago
About the ER and what goes on along with a little romance. Along with the hard things that go on in the ER with the patients. Happy endings and sad endings. Very good read.
DiiMI More than 1 year ago
This is well written, but too predictable. Good for those times when you want to read, but not have to think too hard.
Couchhound More than 1 year ago
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.
Livesvicariously More than 1 year ago
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!
judyg54 on LibraryThing 10 months ago
This was a book that was a fast paced story, with a main character that I just loved, Dr. Logan Caldwell! Nurse Claire Avery finds herself in the ER at Sierra Mercy Hospital, which is the last place she wants to be as she is beginning her new position as part of the nursing education. She has moved here to escape the trauma of watching her brother die in the ER on her shift. And now she is summoned to help out in an emergency. This is when she encounters Logan "McSnarly", the doctor in charge of the ER (and a person who expects almost perfection in those he works with). They don't exactly hit it off at the beginning. But they both are good for each other and I just loved watching their feelings for each other grow. They both had alot of issues to deal with in their lives. There were alot of other characters in this story that I enjoyed reading about and look forward to hopefully reading more of nurse Erin in book 2. The author did an excellent job of making you feel like you were right there in the ER as things were happening, and I thoroughly enjoyed her writing style. Can't wait to start reading book 2 in this series.
love2readnovels on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Claire Avery is a skilled ER nurse who watched her brother die while she was on duty. That event made her question and second guess her skills until finally she left her job. Wanting a new start she decides to move to a new place, a new hospital. Her assignment is counseling the staff after a day-care center explosion. That's where she runs into Dr. Logan Caldwell (a.k.a. Dr. McSnarly). He doesn't buy into all the "touch-feely" type counseling. He expects his staff to be as tough as he is. But he finds himself drawn to the woman behind the pamphlets.Yet another great story from Candace Calvert. I just loved Logan Caldwell. What girl wouldn't. He was McSnarly outside but inside beat a heart of gold. (that needed a little refining)! :) You could definitely understand why Claire felt the way she did and I truly sympathized with her. It would be hard for anyone to face what she did. Erin (the charge nurse & her friend) was a big help. She always tried to be an encouragement to Claire. This story had great balance of drama, action and of course...romance. There were some very romantic moments. I appreciated how the characters struggled with where God was in their trials. I'm sure we've all struggled with that question at times. This is the first book in the Mercy Hospital Series. I have read Disaster Status and Code Triage and I personally would recommend the entire series. I'm looking forward to what this author has for us next!
NellieMc on LibraryThing 10 months ago
When I bought my kindle, I downloaded a few of the free books for the fun of it. This is part of the Christian book genre, which didn't put me off. What did was the absurdity of making a 20 page short story into a book. It basically repeated itself multiples of times and had no plot tension.
KMWeiland on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Fun, fluffy read, with a great hero.
smilingsally on LibraryThing 10 months ago
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.
ReviewsbyMolly on LibraryThing 10 months ago
Move over ER, step aside Grey's Anatomy and say goodbye to House! Candace Calvert out does all of you with this totally rockin' book, Critical Care!!! It has a mix of humor, suspense, romance and God, not to mention a blend of absolutely wonderful characters who make their way into your heart to stay. Claire Avery and Logan ''McSnarly'' Caldwell are beautifully created for this story. They both made their way into my hearts and I became fast friends with them from the beginning. A story filled with heartache, laughter and love, this debut book in the Mercy Hospital series is excellent. The story line is full of adventure and fast paced drama of ER's. The characters learn to F.R.O.G (Fully Rely On God) and try to overcome the obstacles they are struggling with. Candace Calvert really brought to life the actuality of the drama that goes on in hospital ER's and it was amazing to read about them. This book was so much better than those fictional TV shows and so much cleaner than those shows, because while this book is fictional (like the TV shows) there is so much reality to it. You can feel the fast paced ways of an ER and the nurses and doctors there. I can't get into the TV shows about ER's and hospitals because there is too much falseness going on to really capture me. But with Candace's book, I was captured from the first page, on the edge of my seat,and praying for Claire, Erin and Dr. McSnarly til the very last page! A quick, easy 5 star medical drama that will be on the top of my recommendation list for a long time to come and on my personal library shelf permanently! I can't wait to dig into Disaster Status, book 2 in the Mercy Hospital series (look for that review soon!).
SherryF More than 1 year ago
No villains here, in this uplifting hospital romance with characters that brought tears to my eyes, and I was so surprised that it it did. The writing drug me into what I thought would be just one of those hospital romances I used to read years ago. Now, I am deeper, more sophisticated….and so is this story. I thought this would be a three rating…until Sarah’s trouble. Religious without being preachy. Have I become a hopeless romantic?
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love the first half but got too unrealistically mushy at the end. Also, too much Lord hear my prayers. Wish it was that easy.
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Loved the first half of the book but felt like it switched abrubtly to christian romance at the end. A stronger story with more realistic ending is needed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I strickly read for pleasure. First time I've read a book by this author but it won't be the last. This book was absolutely awesome. It made me laugh, cry, and get mad; emotion at it's best in a book. Will be reading all by this author.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very well written. Very clean.
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