Chapter Three of The Loveable Resident (excerpt)

"The apartment building where Mike lived was dark when he got home.  He pulled in to his car park and got out gingerly.  He felt as though the trip to Liffey's bar on the way home helped some.  He felt his cell phone buzz in his pocket as he walked into his apartment.  He closed the door behind him and put the chain on. It was odd that heard the clock tick on the wall by the door.  He hadn't noticed it tick loudly like that before.  He stared at the phone.  The call came from Missy.  he tossed his cell phone aside.

His stride lengthened as he crossed the living room.  His answering machine blinked.  He flipped through the caller IDs.  The hospital called.  Fear flickered through him.  He clenched his teeth and hit the play button.

It was Corcoran.  There was a hum of voices in the background as though he was calling in from a crowded room.  "Hey, Mike, everybody's looking for you here.  Missy's gone home in tears.  What's up?  I told everybody you were sick.  Guess that cafeteria breakfast had finally hit home with you, huh?  Well, call me tonight.  I'll be home.  You need to call tomorrow to let them know if you're still under the weather."  There was a pause.  "Hey, I heard Dr. Levy died last night.  Did you know him?  I never met hi. OK, see you around."

The silence of the apartment was unnerving.  Quickly Mike turned around and found the TV remote.  The news was on.

"Dr. James Levy was found dead last night of a fatal stab wound in the parking lot behind the Yale Gymnasium.  He was on staff at Yale New Haven Hospital in the Neurology Department.  Police do not have any statement at this time other than they wish to speak to anyone who might know the circumstances surrounding Dr. Levy's death."

Mike switched the channels until he found a movie.  He walked to the kitchen and leaned against the counter. A wave of fear came over him.  He needed another drink.  He found beer in the fridge and guzzled it down.  The telephone rang.  He ignored it.

Missy's voice came on.  "Mike?  Mike?  Are you home?  I heard you were sick.  I really would have appreciated it if you told me yourself.  Do you need me to come over?  Mike, pick up the phone."  After a brief pause, she hung up.

Mike found it hard to think anymore.  Somehow the urge to call someone came over him . He decided to call his mother.  He ran back into the living room and retrieved his cell phone.  Her reassuring voice cam on after the first ring.

"Hello, Mom."

"Hello, Mike.  I'm surprised you're calling.  How are you?"

"I'm OK."  He sat down finally on the couch.  "I need to talk to a lawyer."

"Mike, a lawyer?  What about?  Is there anything the matter?"

"It's nothing important.  But I figured it might be a good time to talk to one.  Something I wanted to ask about wills and trusts.  Stuff like that."

"Oh, well, I could give you Jonathan Moore's telephone number."

"Yes, do that.  Let me find a pen and paper." He reached for a pad paper and a pen from the side table. 

"Ready?"

"Yes."

She gave the number.  "Listen, Mike, about Lauren. She's really a very nice girl.  She and you seemed to like each other back in high school."

"High school?"  He closed his eyes.  A vague memory stirred.  "I don't remember Lauren,"  he said shortly, turning a blind eye at distant memory of a tall dark-haired girl who had just slapped his face after making a pass at her at the senior prom.

"What does she look like?"  he inquired despite his protestations.

"She's tall, like her Dad.  Dark-brown hair. She has a very sweet face.  You thought she was nice.  But you didn't ask her out much."

He shook his head.  "Well, I don't know.  I asked a lot of girls out."

"Mike, you don't sound to good. Are you well?"

"Mom, do you have Lauren's cell number?"

"Oh, Mike!  Yes!"  His mother paused. "Here it is."

He wrote the number down.

"What does Lauren do these days?"

"Don't you remember?  She's a lawyer, like her dad."

The words sank into his consciousness and carried his heart with it. "Listen, Mom, I might be coming home soon.  I think I miss your cooking.  Food at the hospital is crap."'

(c) Copyright 2017, Copyright 2019 Mary Faderan

Chapter Two of Loveable Resident by Mary Faderan

"CHAPTER TWO

The next day Mike came into the hospital as usual.  He parked where he could find a spot.  He walked in with his usual gait.  Some might say it was a characteristic Midwestern walk.  Not the sort of person who just committed a possible murder the night before.  New Haven was a problem city.  Lots of people get mugged, or worse at all hours of the day and night.  If there was any news about Dr. Levy, not a word was mentioned in Mike's hearing.

The nurse's station was busy as usual.  Mike greeted the charge nurse and went straight to the wall where the patient charts were lined up on a shelf.  He didn't say much.  Mike wasn't a talker.  That was what the nurses said about him behind his back.  A yawn escaped Mike's lips as he settled down for a read of the labs on Mr. Morse.

"Oh, Mike!"  A voice called.  Mike looked up.  It was Missy.  She smiled at him brightly. 

"Are we still on for tonight?"  She asked.

"Sure."  He smiled at her, his blue eyes gentle as they fell on her sweetly smiling face.  "Wear that nice black dress that you wore to the Resident's Ball."

She giggled.  "Oh!"  She looked pleased.  "THAT dress."

Mike was about to say something when a disembodied voice rang out through the hospital.  "Code Blue, A614!  Code Blue, A614!"

Missy gasped.  "I think that's us!"

The unit nurse and all the residents and interns that were present rushed out of the nurses station, leaving it empty.

Room A614 was the room at the end of the hallway.  Every available doctor, from intern to residents, ran flying towards that room.  "That's Morse's room."  Someone said aloud.

Inside, the chief resident was standing next to the patient's bed.  The patient, Mr. Morse, was surprisingly still.  Mike walked to his bedside and surveyed the damage.  Morse's face was a deathly pale almost bluish color.  "What the hell -"  Mike uttered.  "He was doing fine when I saw him earlier."

Cody Tripp, the chief resident, ignored Mike.  "I need some room!"  He barked.  He quickly stripped Mr. Morse's gown off his chest and began to administer resuscitation procedures. 

Mike felt sick.  He watched as the STAT team gave their very best care to Mr. Morse. 

Tripp's eyes were laserlike on his patient.  "Mr. Morse, can you hear me?"  He yelled, his face inches away from Mr. Morse's. 

"His BP's coming around."  A voice called out. 

"Give him epi stat."  Tripp barked.

"Epi!" Another voice, Corcoran, piped up.  Corcoran moved in and inserted the small needle into Morse's iv line.

There was a short silence.  Corcoran glanced at Mike who looked like he had seen a ghost. 

Tripp was still watching Morse and then he stepped back from the bed.  "Missy, he's coming around. I want him in ICU stat."

"Right, Dr. Tripp."  Missy replied, all business-like.

Mike slipped out of Mr. Morse's room and headed into the nearest mens room.  He went to an empty stall and vomited into the toilet.  His eyes watered.  Sweat poured from his face.  He felt dizzy.  He sat down with a sigh when his stomach stopped heaving." 

(c) Copyright 2017 and Copyright 2019 Mary Faderan

Chapter Excerpt - The Loveable Resident

Here's a naughty bit from the book - just a glimpse:

"She softened against him, and this was her undoing.  They staggered against the bed, and soon, he was undressing her, keeping her pinned down under him.  Lauren was a captive in his magical and sensual attack.  Soon they were moving against each other.  She felt him..."

A bit too hot for this website, my fellow writer and reader.  Try to see if you want to buy a copy.  You can go to my website:  maryfaderanllc.wordpress.com to get a copy, or, go to Amazon or Barnes and Noble online booksellers.

Have a lovely sexy Christmas!!!

Mary Faderan

(c) Copyright Mary Faderan 2017 and copyright Mary Faderan 2019.

Another chapter excerpt - Love in the Time of Terror (LTT)

This continues the story of Love in the Time of Terror:

"When she gathered control of her emotions, Rebecca looked out the window where she could barely see the tall spire of Westminster outside her window.  She heard noise from the traffic below, several floors down from her flat.  For a few moments, she let her mind wander back to the days when she and Cor were dating.  It seemed so very hard for her to imagine that those days would end up with her facing an empty future.  Empty of that one person who would take care of her and assure her of a secure life.  

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Rebecca realized that she was still online, so she clicked on the 'send' button to let her Mother know she was okay and shut down her laptop.  Neither she nor her mother, Sophia Bartholomew, liked snail mail.  Rebecca wrote letters as a rule, but the distance between Connecticut and London was considerable, and she wanted to keep her parents up on her latest adventures.

It wasn't always that way.  Her father, Leo Bartholomew, was the famous Heart Surgeon at Yale-New Haven Hospital. Many foreign medical institutions wooed him to come and speak at their conferences, so he was always traveling.  Leo and Rebecca had a special bond that her mother Sophia supported wholeheartedly.  Rebecca was Daddy’s girl.  This bond was a bit rocky nowadays since she and Cor had eloped. 

It was a sad memory when her mother watched her leave with a suitcase in hand to elope with Cor.  Rebecca avoided a showdown with her father and left her mother to cope with the fallout.  Sophia had to break the news of Rebecca's elopement to Leo, who took it with no visible emotion.

It was at that moment that Rebecca heard a commotion outside her door.  She felt surprised, then from the chatter outside her door, gathered that it was her next-door neighbors who came in early from their night shift.  Elena, her roommate, told her about them.  "They are nurses, come from Colombia, and they work the night shift."  Elena, her sophisticated manner apparent in her shrug, smiled without mirth.  "They always wake me up, and it's boring really."

After Cor’s phone call, Rebecca forced herself to look forward to being an independent woman in London.  Her instincts told her that this was not a wise decision.  So many unsettling events were happening there – the terrorist attacks, the bombings, the waves of unhappy demonstrators making their voices heard about Brexit and then here she was, in the midst of it, and she felt as though she was in a dicey situation.  She desperately felt alone at that instant.

As if to avoid the dire picture of her chosen place of residence – London - she flung on a jacket and slipped on boots and fled out the door."

(c) Copyright Mary Faderan 2019

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