Nothing Personal

Nothing Personal

by Eileen Dreyer


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ISBN-13: 9781614174806
Publisher: ABN Leadership Group, Inc, dba ePublishing Works!
Publication date: 10/09/2013
Pages: 312
Sales rank: 674,782
Product dimensions: 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.70(d)

About the Author

Eileen Dreyer spent sixteen years as a trauma nurse before she turned to writing. She is trained in forensic nursing and death investigation and graduated from the Tactical EMS School at Camp Ripley in Minnesota. An Anthony Award nominee, she lives in St. Louis, Missouri, with her husband and two children.

First Chapter

Nothing Personal

Chapter One

She didn't mean to do it. After all, Kate knew better than most people how badly nurses are needed. Even bad nurses. And her nurse was certainly a bad nurse. But by the time the woman met her fate, Kate wasn't in any shape to think clearly at all. In fact, by then Kate was so bruised and battered, not just by the accident but by her stay in intensive care, that she wasn't sure she wasn't already dead. She wasn't sure of anything except that she wanted out.

She didn't exactly wake up in the unit. She became aware, in a series of fits and starts, as if the breakers were being thrown on each of her senses and the janitor in charge couldn't figure out how to get them all going again at once.

First there was pain, waves of it, bathing her like one of those hot lights at McDonald's, so that if her body had been a hamburger she would have been a meat briquette. Pain: her head, her chest, her legs; pounding, swirling; sometimes constant, sometimes a red tide that broke over her and then receded.

It rode in and out on sounds. Familiar sounds, noises she knew somehow and hated. Noises that made her want to scream more than the pain.

"Her ICP's up again, Fran," she heard somebody snap. "Don't you think you'd better call the Bagel Man?"

Bagels? Did she want bagels? Kate couldn't remember. She couldn't remember anything but how badly she hurt, how she wanted to get away. How she couldn't move, except she seemed to be doing it against her own volition, turning one way and then another, her joints screaming in protest, the noises following her wherever she went.

"Almost finished," another voice answered, a voice that tapped some instinctive button in Kate. Something unpleasant. She hated that voice. She wanted it to go away and let her sleep. Somewhere deep in the ooze she'd once called a brain, she wondered why she knew this and nothing more.

Then it came to her that suddenly she could see. And she knew her ICP was going to hit the roof, because she realized what everything else meant.

Acoustic tile. The spidery arms of machinery, IV tubing snaking down from half a dozen plump clear bags and one smaller red one. Labels and tubes and a television turned to Wheel of Fortune. Banks of monitors and stock carts piled to the brim. White-coated figures scurrying around in a kind of weird, aimless dance choreographed to the tune of endless ventilator alarms.

She was in the hospital. Her hospital. She was a nurse, she remembered, this was the ICU, and she hated this place. She hated working here. She hated all the damned beeping noises, the same ones that followed her to sleep, even on a good day. Phones and monitors and ventilators and pagers. Endless, annoying, insistent, just like now. She hated the smell, that cloud of unwashed body, unbrushed teeth, and disinfectant.

She was paralyzed. She couldn't move, couldn't talk, couldn't breathe. Somehow, she was awake, her eyes open, and even without her help she was breathing through a tube hooked up to a machine.

That wasn't possible.

She must be dreaming. That was it. Nobody would have done this to her. You can't just intubate a conscious person and put her on a ventilator. And yet she felt tape stretching the skin of her face. She felt the plastic tube against her teeth. She felt the air rush in as the square beast squatting by the bed clicked and whirred.

Why? Was she being punished? Had she mouthed off to the wrong person and been caught by a new disciplinary policy she hadn't heard about? Or was it worse? Could she have died somehow and was being made to pay for her sins?

For the way you've talked about my gomers, Kate Manion, I sentence you to an eternity on a ventilator.

No, no, no! She'd never meant it. It wasn't as if she'd hurt anybody. But a person could take care of only so many gomers and not go crazy. Patients never getting better …

Nothing Personal. Copyright © by Eileen Dreyer. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Nothing Personal 3.8 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 28 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
The novel "Nothing Personal" written by Eileen Dreyer, is a fictional story based on a woman named Kate Manion who wakes up very unhappily in her own ICU after a horrific car accident had taken place. She is then stuck with a nurse going by the name AAttila, whom she absolutly hates. She dislikes AAttila so badly, that she decides to murder her. Kate is not exactly overjoyed with the fact that she is in the hospital, so because frustration sets in, she is not a very happy woman, therefore, gets into a lot of arguments with fellow patients, nurses, and doctors, so the name Kate Manion just spells the word "suspicion." This novel was a great read because it was one of those books where you just can't put it down without knowing what happens next!
eB00kWorm More than 1 year ago
After reading IF LOOKS COULD KILL I was compelled to try another book from the same author and I was not disapointed. The characters were deep, the plot was thick and I never saw the ending coming!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This story has a good plot that keeps you guessing who is responsible for the murders.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Author certainly must know what being addicted to one's own adreneline must feel like, intense hospital work does that to a body. But some of the characters do things that even the worst of the worst hospitals would find difficult to ignore. Plus the author needs to brush up on HIPPA.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was very entertaining. It kept you in suspense until the very end.  A book you could not put down. Kate used humor to avoid the sadness in the ER.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Jk its a good book with an ok plot
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As a nurse I could appreciate the intricate details. Made you laugh at times and shiver at others. Am looking forward to reading more of Ms Dryer's books. Thanks for a great read! A Clark Dallas
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A good read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Two stars for a decent plot. The writing style is confusing and takes away from the story.
TheWriteBrothers More than 1 year ago
Loved it! :) it's not for the faint of heart,  but if you don't mind murder with a side of mayhem it could be the book for you! :)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Loved it
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Nice read
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Enjoyed this book
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otterly More than 1 year ago
Kate is a nurse at a St. Louis hospital, who sees death and pain all around her--and lately, among her fellow hospital workers. She herself becomes a patient there--not an envious place to be. Who is going around killing employees? Her good friend, Tim, a gay doctor appears to have hung himself, but that is not right. Can she figure this out before she or BJ die? I would recommend this for a book group--other than murder, there isn't much of anything objectionable.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very suspenseful. Did not want to put it down.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed the book. A good read with exciting mobing pace.
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