When It Falls Apart by Catherine Bybee EPUB & PDF (The D’Angelos Book 1) – eBook Details Online
- Author: Catherine Bybee
- Genre: Contemporary Romance Fiction, Contemporary Women’s Fiction
- Publish Date: 21 June 2022
- Size: 2 MB
- Format: PDF / EPUB
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The wretched shriek of the telephone ripped the deep bliss of sleep instantly
from her head and had Brooke shooting up off the pillow. Her heart started to
pound as the second ring did in fact prove she wasn’t hearing things and the
phone was ringing. Her palm smacked the lit screen of her cell phone.
“San Antonio Hospital” flashed like a bad omen.
Beside her, Marshall moaned at the interruption and rolled over.
Brooke took a deep breath and answered. “Hello?”
“This is her.”
“I’m calling from San Antonio Hospital’s emergency room. We have
your father here.”
Brooke swung her legs off the side of the bed, turned the light on. “Is he
okay? Did he have another stroke?”
“No, no. Not a stroke.”
Marshall sat up behind her. “What’s going on?”
Brooke placed her hand over the receiver. “It’s my dad.” She turned her
focus back to the conversation on the phone. “What’s wrong with him?” she
“He has a bowel obstruction.”
Brooke sighed with some relief. That didn’t sound too bad. The last
time she received a middle-of-the-night call, he was having a stroke. And that
had ranked right up there with flirting with death. “Okay.”
“I’m going to admit him and see if we can stabilize him before taking
him to surgery.”
“You’re the surgeon?” Brooke thought she was talking to one of the
“Yes, I’m sorry, I should have said that right away. I’m Dr. Dubois.
Your father is really sick, Miss Turner. I understand you’re his advance care
director for health issues. I’ll need your permission for surgery.”
“He can’t consent?”
“No. The medication we’ve given him for pain has elevated his
confusion . . .”
Brooke pushed off the bed, switched the phone to her other ear.
“Babe?” Marshall questioned.
She lifted the phone from her ear briefly. “Dad needs surgery.”
Marshall let out a sigh, and Brooke tiptoed from the bedroom into the
kitchen and turned on the lights. Not that she needed to be quiet since they
were both wide awake now, but the late hour made her want to walk softly
and whisper her words.
She sat at the small dinette set and pulled a pad of paper and pen in
front of her to jot down notes as Dr. Dubois spoke. The momentary relief of
hearing her father only had an obstruction quickly turned to dread at how
deadly his condition could be. The doctor described some rather disturbing
scenarios involving blood infections and ICU admissions. Brooke lifted a
hand to her lips in an old habit of biting her nails, caught her nervous
response, and twisted a lock of hair instead. Her eyes narrowed on the clock.
It was just after midnight. Late-night flights were a crapshoot for availability.
By the time she was off the phone, her anxiety was making her twitch.
Her mind scrambled with how she was going to rearrange her schedule to
accommodate her father . . . again.
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