Trauma Plan (Grace Medical Series #1)

Trauma Plan (Grace Medical Series #1)

by Candace Calvert


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Sidelined by injuries from a vicious assault, chaplain Riley Hale is determined to return to her former duties as an ER nurse. But how can she show she’s competent when the hospital won’t let her attempt even simple tasks? Determined to prove herself, Riley volunteers at a controversial urban free clinic despite her fears about the maverick doctor in charge.

Dr. Jack Travis defends his clinic like he’s commander of the Alamo. He’ll fight the community’s efforts to shut its doors, even if he must use Riley Hale’s influential family name to make it happen.

As Riley strives to regain her skills, Jack finds that she shares his compassion—and stirs his lonely heart. Riley senses that beneath Jack’s rough exterior is a man she can believe in. But when clinic protests escalate and questions surface about his past, Jack goes into battle mode and Riley wonders if it’s dangerous to trust him with her heart.

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ISBN-13: 9781414361116
Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
Publication date: 04/19/2012
Series: Grace Medical Series , #1
Pages: 416
Sales rank: 278,617
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.20(h) x 1.20(d)

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By Candace Calvert

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2012 Candace Calvert
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-6111-6

Chapter One



Jackson Travis hurled his Army duffel to the floor and charged out the clinic door, his mountain boots pounding the splintered wooden porch. He squinted into the April sun; the parking area was swarming with people. A car swerved toward the San Antonio Street curb, brakes screeching. He vaulted over the porch rail as honks joined a rising barrage of screams and shouts.

"Someone's burning up—quick, film it!"

Jack bolted toward the crowd, clenching his teeth against a whiff of smoke and singed hair—far too reminiscent of his weeks in Kandahar. There was a terrified howl and he pressed forward, impeded immediately by a teenager in a knit cap who wedged in front of him to raise a cell phone overhead.

"Stand back," Jack ordered, familiar anger prickling. He gave the kid two seconds to comply before shoving his shoulder into him. "Let me get by!"

"I called 911," an older African American woman told him, tugging at Jack's uniform sleeve as he passed. "Fire department's coming, sir."

"Good ... thanks," Jack huffed, breaking through the crowd at last. It had been no exaggeration—an elderly man's clothing was on fire. "Hold still! Don't move!"

"Please, God ... help me!" the man begged, flames licking at his stringy, unkempt hair. He staggered backward, wild-eyed, waved his arms, then lost his balance and sat down hard.

Jack was there in a heartbeat.

"Don't move, sir," he repeated, dropping down beside the man—and feeling an immediate jab of pain as his right knee touched the ground. Jack ignored it and went to work, blinking against the smoke and flames as he stripped off his field jacket. "Hang in there. I've got you," he promised, using the camouflage fabric to smother the still-hungry flames. That accomplished, he swaddled the man inside the jacket and eased him to a lying position on the dusty asphalt. "Easy, buddy. Stay still. Let me help you now."

"Okay, ohhh-kay," the man groaned, the last word stretching into a puff soured by cheap wine and bad teeth. His tear-filled eyes studied Jack's face, and then his body relaxed. "It's you. Oh ... bless you for being here."

There was a smattering of claps from the bystanders, but a kid holding a skateboard hooted, "Yeah, well, GI Joe better pray he don't get some ugly disease. You wouldn't catch me touchin' that."

"That"? Jack glared at the boy as sirens wailed in the distance. The call to 911. At least someone had done that for ... Gilbert. Yes. Jack recognized him now. Former hardware salesman. Alcoholic, a smoker with emphysema, and a clinic patient on several occasions. Jack glanced at a nest of smoldering bedding and a grocery basket piled high with empty aluminum cans. On the ground nearby was a broken half-gallon wine bottle, translucent green shards scattered. Probably the reason for the jab in Jack's knee and even more evidence that this homeless man had spent the night on clinic property. Jack cursed under his breath. If word got out, it would be one more item on a long list of complaints that the clinic attracted unsavory elements and depreciated property values.

He turned his attention to the victim, who'd begun to tremble uncontrollably. One of his ears was blistered, the eyebrow and lashes on that side singed: a red flag for risk of airway burns. Had the man inhaled much smoke? No audible wheezing, lips pink ... Jack estimated the man's respiratory rate at thirty, then reached for his wrist: pulse rapid but regular. Panic was probably taking more of a toll than the burns.

"The ambulance is on its way, Gilbert." He made a point of using the man's name, hoping it would make him feel like more than the ugly public spectacle he'd suddenly become. I know how that feels, buddy.

Jack glanced toward the clinic porch, debating carrying the man inside. No staff there yet, and the supply cupboards would be locked. Besides, the paramedics were moments away. They'd get this man on oxygen, transport him to the ER where he belonged. Maybe there weren't more burns than those visible. Hopefully the poor man hadn't been lying here in flames for too long.

Jack fought a searing rush of anger and glared at the gathered crowd, including the kid in the knit cap who'd backed off a few yards but was still avidly filming. All of them were no better than scavengers around a rotting carcass. Two dozen or more people had responded to shouts of "Man on fire!" yet no one had attempted a rescue. Not one person had stepped up.

Jack jabbed his finger toward a man talking on a cell phone, then swept it across the crowd like he was drawing a line in desert sand. "Do something helpful or get out of here! You hear me? What are you, vultures?"

He rose to his feet, fighting an urge to grab one of the gawkers and shake him, just as the engine company first responders pulled to the curb. The siren yelped. A strong hand clapped onto his shoulder from behind.

"Jack, I almost didn't recognize you in uniform. What's going on here?" San Antonio police sergeant Rob Melton surveyed the scene, radio mic squawking on his shoulder. "Fill me in."

Jack grimaced. "I go to Dallas for my Reserve weekend and come back to find a disaster in the parking lot." He glanced down at Gilbert and lowered his voice. "Homeless alcoholic who probably fell asleep with a cigarette in his hand. Set himself on fire." Jack stared at the receding crowd being dispersed by a second police officer. "And he would have burned to a chicken-fried death if your heartless citizens had their way." He sucked a breath through his teeth. "Heartless and gutless. I've got no use for people like that."

Rob's gaze met Jack's, his compassion as evident as the telltale bulk of his body armor. "I hear you, Jack. But there are plenty of decent folks here. If you give them half a chance."

"Yeah, well ..." Jack waved at the firefighter crew making their way with equipment bags in hand. "Over here, hustle! And watch out, there's broken glass everywhere."

Jack stepped back as a paramedic attended to Gilbert. Then he gave a brief report to a young firefighter who'd begun to make notes. "Second-degree burns from what looks like a bedding fire. Mild respiratory distress. Alcohol on board. History of emphysema. Where are you taking him?"

"Alamo Grace Hospital."

"Good. I'll grab my things and follow you in."

"Uh ..." The firefighter's eyes swept over Jack's uniform, settled on his name tape. "We appreciate your offer, Major Travis, but ..."

Rob Melton smiled. "Dr. Travis. He's director of this clinic."

"It's Jack." He extended his hand to the firefighter. "Emergency medicine is my day job. I'm working a shift at Alamo Grace this afternoon."

"Good thing." Rob pointed to Jack's leg. "You're bleeding."

Jack flexed his knee. A warm trickle and mild sting confirmed the observation—a puncture from that broken wine bottle. He'd grab the medical records and close up the clinic. The wound could wait until he got to Alamo Grace. Right now it was far less important than what he'd glimpsed out on San Antonio Street: A trio of news vans. And a white Lexus.

He knew the car. It belonged to the head of the action committee that wanted his clinic torn down. The city council was meeting in three weeks to discuss the neighbors' issues, which boiled down to the fact that they preferred people like Gilbert in another zip code. Meanwhile, they were building a fortress-size security gate; the block had been torn up for weeks.

Jack stood watch as the paramedics loaded Gilbert and then made his way toward the clinic. As he started up the wooden steps, he saw something out of the corner of his eye and sprinted back down.

He caught the kid in the knit cap before he got to the San Antonio Street curb, startling him enough that he dropped his cell phone. It clattered across the sidewalk. The kid grabbed for it, then attempted to lurch away.

Jack grasped his arm, whirling him around. "I see that film clip on the Internet—" he jabbed a finger into the short space between them, barely missing the boy's nose—"and I track you down. Count on it."

Jack released his grip and watched the kid scuttle away before turning his gaze on the white Lexus. His jaw tensed.

Close this clinic? Over my dead body.

* * *

Trauma chaplain Riley Hale straightened her elbows and leaned over her patient's bare chest, using her left hand to sink her right palm as deeply as she could into his pliable breastbone. Her long hair swung across her shoulders with each focused effort. "Twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three ..." She pushed again, counting cardiac compressions while visualizing the patient's failing heart squeezed between sternum and spine, her rescue efforts delivering essential blood to his brain and vital organs. "Twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six ..."

Riley compressed again, felt sweat trickle beneath her tailored shirt, then glanced at her patient's pale, waxen face. She told herself that she was saving his life with her bare hands. My own two very capable hands. A registered nurse performing exactly what she'd been trained to do, had done a hundred times during her years in the ER. Nothing had changed, except ...

"Aagh!" Riley yanked her hands away as the right hand cramped mercilessly, fingers curling inward beyond her control. She whirled to face ER charge nurse Kate Callison. "I'm working on a dead body, right? He's dead because I'm doing a pathetic job trying to save him. Tell me the truth, Kate."

"Well ..." The petite brunette took a long swig from her vitaminwater, then leaned back in the conference room chair. "It's not looking good for Mrs. CPR Training Manikin—she should probably buy a nice black dress. But on the bright side, the chaplain's already here."

Riley tried to smile ... and failed.

"Look—" Kate nudged her lunch plate aside—"you have spinal cord damage that affects your arm. It's weak; you can't help that. The truth is that I'm amazed you're doing as well as you are."

Riley took a slow breath, refusing to let disappointment get the best of her. She'd asked Kate to be honest. In the four months since Riley began work at Alamo Grace, she'd come to admire this California native a lot. She was a skilled critical care nurse and a hands-on leader who could be counted on to roll up her sleeves and work alongside her staff. Plucky, dependable, and honest. She was far less gregarious than the other nurses, yet Kate and Riley had connected immediately. She was the one person Riley had confided in about her injury. And if Kate ever finished packing, she was going to be Riley's new roommate. A good thing. Still ...

Riley traced her right index finger slowly across the training manikin's plastic shoe and felt nothing. Dull as wood, completely numb. Her life had begun to feel that same way. Numb, except for unrelenting frustration and the stabs of guilt that came every time people applauded her "brave" journey to recovery. Was it selfish and ungrateful to want to be healed completely? Was she supposed to be happy that a horrifying assault left her with "only" a permanently weakened arm?


"It's been a year now." Riley's eyes connected with Kate's. "Physical therapy, occupational therapy ... every kind of therapy. I want to be back in the ER—" she glanced at her suit jacket draped over a chair—"in scrubs. I want to be a real part of the team."

"You are. You're great at what you do." Kate cocked her head, offering Riley a teasing smile. "You know I'd be the first one to vote a preacher off this island. Or a slacker. I run a tight ship. You're the best trauma-chaplain-slash-assistant-safety-officer we've ever had."

Riley sighed. She was the only employee to ever have that position at Alamo Grace. Your basic overpaid gofer, because the Hale Foundation was a large contributor to this medical system. Thank you for not saying that embarrassing truth: that I'm broken, useless ... and skating by on my family name.

Riley scanned the array of training devices scattered across the conference table: adult, child, and infant CPR manikins; an intubation head with simulated lungs protruding; Ambu bags; and a big arm—bicep to fingers—for practicing IV insertion. Each a plastic replica of the real thing. Exactly how she felt about herself right now. But she was determined to change that. Whatever it took.

"How's it going with your IV practice?" Kate checked her watch. "I've got a few more minutes on my break. Want to give it a try?"

"I guess." Riley frowned. "But I could poke that rubber arm a hundred times and it wouldn't be the same as on a live patient. How am I ever going to prove that I'm capable if the hospital won't even give me a chance to—" She stopped short as Kate pulled off her scrub jacket and began wrapping a tourniquet around her own arm. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you a chance. If I'm going to talk you up at the charge nurse meeting today, I'd better have something to base it on."

"I ... Really?"

"Yeah—wait, hang on." Kate answered her buzzing hospital-issued cell phone with the tourniquet still dangling from her arm.

Riley listened to the one-sided exchange, distracted by the fact that her pulse had quickened like a first-year student nurse's. If Kate could report that Riley's dexterity was improving, it might help her chances. It had been a year since she'd used this skill, given that direct patient care was no longer part of her job description. Prayers, yes; needles, no.

"Something in the ER?" she asked as Kate disconnected.

"Ambulance coming. Seventy-two-year-old man with burns and possible smoke inhalation. Basically stable." Kate shook her head. "Bizarre—it happened in the parking lot of Jack's free clinic."


"If you have to ask, you've never met him. Jackson Travis, trauma doc, rabid defender of the oppressed. And mountain bike lunatic and ..." Kate clucked her tongue. "People call him Rambo behind his back. I met him when I helped at the clinic. He works in a couple local ERs, and now he's picking up some shifts at Alamo Grace. This afternoon, in fact. He'll probably parachute in." Kate glanced down at her arm. "I'm turning purple from this tourniquet, and we've got seven minutes before the ambulance arrives."

Riley reached for an iodine swab. "You're sure about this?"

Kate settled her forearm on the table. "Prep me and grab a needle before I change my mind. And no praying out loud, Chaplain Hale."


Excerpted from TRAUMA PLAN by Candace Calvert Copyright © 2012 by Candace Calvert. Excerpted by permission of Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great story, good character developement. As a nurse, I enjoy the real life ER and also enjoy the senerios that would make my heart pound and my adrenaline flow. The author does the same with these characters. But she describes the aftermath, and helps us keep the faith.
Cheri5 More than 1 year ago
I just finished Trauma Plan, the first book in the Grace Medical series by Candace Calvert. I loved this book, from beginning to end. I fell in love with all of the characters and was pleasantly surprised to find Kate, whom I remembered from Critical Care, the first book in Ms. Calvert’s Mercy Hospital series. I haven’t had the chance to read the other two in that series yet, but they are on my “must read ASAP list” that hopefully will happen very soon. I’m actually even more excited now to pick them up, so that I can discover how Kate ended up in a different hospital - what brought her here and what experiences she has had since I first met her. Ms. Calvert really knows how to blend the excitement of an emergency room backdrop with the depth of interaction between characters. There is nothing I enjoy more than entering into the lives of great characters, feeling part of their inner circle. Ms. Calvert effortlessly weaves a great story with tons of twists, turns, and pleasant surprises to keep me reading while thoroughly enjoying the relationships being developed around me: Friend to friend, romantic interests, and secondary characters all blending together to make a great community. I also love how she weaves Biblical truths into her stories, usually exactly the message God wants me to hear or have reinforced in my own life at the right time. She never preaches, but much like her character Riley who has a quiet strength about her (never pushing but always gently encouraging), Ms. Calvert chooses her words carefully to deliver a message of hope and salvation. A perfect blend that would encourage a seasoned Christ follower, a new believer, or someone who is seeking to learn more what Christianity is really about. The main theme that I saw woven throughout this book was how God loves us all so deeply that even when doors are closed, opportunities are denied, and dreams are lost - God has His hand in all of that and has an even greater passion or desire ready and waiting for us. The new direction that He leads us through is usually better, more in line with our talents and gifts, and one that will bless not only ourselves but also those around us on a deeper level. It’s encouraging to see through a fiction book how God does (and will do) the same for us in our own lives. Ms. Calvert is definitely one of my favorite authors. I love her writing style and how she uses multiple points of view (we are allowed to see what Jack and Riley and Kate all think and feel and the motives behind their actions) in order to see the big picture so clearly. I thoroughly look forward to the next book in this series, Rescue Team, and am privileged to have the opportunity to read it very soon!
sherylfullner More than 1 year ago
With three generations of my family called Riley (which means Valiant), I was doubly happy to encounter Hospital Chaplain Riley Hale again in Candace Calvert’s new book Trauma Plan (Grace Medical). My gauge of a good read is one that I want to immediately re-read or purchase for unlimited use on my Kindle. The people in this sequel to Code Triage are ones I want to keep reading about. There is just enough medical language to be convincing without bogging down the pace. Looking forward to reading all the Grace and Mercy Hospital books. Plus I loved the fiesta setting in SanAntonio's river Walk when riley could tear herself away from the hospital.
Virginia76 More than 1 year ago
Riley is injured in an assault and is now a trauma chaplain at a hospital. But she wants to be an ER nurse again. Jack is a doctor who runs a community clinic for needy patients that the rich neighbors would love to get rid of. The two meet at the hospital and work at the clinic together, and also try to solve an old crime. I thought this was an excellent book about the medical field. The story is well-written and the mystery was interesting. I'm looking forward to the author's next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great read by Candace Calvert... As a nurse, it is hard to find realistic, meaningful medical fiction. This was perfect.
ekc67 More than 1 year ago
This first book in the series(Grace Medical) is yet another awesome read by the very talented writer, Candice Calvert. Realistic situations, believable characters,developement of underlying biblical truths,and a great love story all make for a few -more reading less sleeping- nights
rlighthouse More than 1 year ago
Great Book! Candace Calvert weaves the right amount of drama, mystery, romance and medical situations to form a delightful book.  ER Chaplain Riley is healing from her assault but longs be working again as a  nurse.  Jack runs a free clinic for the forgotton in a high class neighborhood.  Jack offers Riley the chance to prove herself and gain confidence again in the medical field and in the process the two form a friendship after their first rocky encounter.
More_Than_A_Review More than 1 year ago
I am typically not a fan of medical fiction. However after I found Candace Calvert and read the Mercy Hospital series I am hooked. Trauma Plan is the first book in the new series, Grace Medical. The books are the perfect blend of action and romance.  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
A great inspirational read!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Interesting and intense. Loved this 1st book in the series and can't wait to read the next.
CarolJo More than 1 year ago
What a wonderful, emotional story of medical drama! Chaplain Riley Hale is a great protagonist as she strives for a life of freedom from her parents wealthy but fearful lifestyle. Dr. Jack Travis cares for the down trodden but lives life on the edge. Secondary protagonist Bandy Biggs is retired rodeo star who lived life too fully until he was broken and was rescued by Jack and turned to God. Trauma Plan has plenty of action! There is never a dull moment in ER or at Jack's clinic. I recommend this book to anyone who enjoy medical fiction. I won my copy of Trauma Plan in a giveaway by author Candace Calvert. This is my honest opinion.
KayMKM More than 1 year ago
I love this story! Complex plot and subplots. Great characters—both primary and secondary. Well-written. Excellent medical drama.
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I absolutely loved this book! The combination of mystery, romance, spiritual, and a touch of humor made for an incredible read. I connected to all of the characters on a deep level and could see pieces of myself in their journeys. I highly reccomend this and will probably be rereading it in the future.
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