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Authors: Ava May

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In Good Hands With My Dad's Best Friend (BBW Contemporary Medical Taboo Romance)

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In Good Hands with My Dad’s Best Friend

 

Taboo Romance

 

 

 

 

Ava May

 

In Good Hands with My Dad’s Best Friend

 

Jan heard the screech of brakes a moment before she heard a thunk and a scream. She was already on her feet and out to the playground when the screams started.

“Jan, I need your help!”  She hurried to the edge of the play area, pressing through the throng of people, mostly six-year-olds. What had happened; had one of the kids been hit right here on the playground?  Jan rushed forward; it was instinct to do so, and she motioned to a coworker, Claire, to move the children out of the way. Whatever had happened, they didn’t need to see it firsthand.

Mr. Phillips, supervisor of the childcare center, stood over the boy, trembling and wringing his hands.

“I didn’t mean to! He stepped out in front of me!’

Oh shit! Mr. P had been on a bender again; Jan could smell it on his clothes. The police were going to have to deal with this.

Jan dropped to her knees alongside two of her coworkers, who were comforting and assessing one of her students.

“How bad is it?” She asked, knowing that she would need to relay the information to the 911 operator. She grabbed her phone and dialed 911.

“I… I think he has a broken leg. I – I didn’t see him.”

“Child injured.” Jan relayed the name of the school and the location quietly, not wanting to stress the boy out. She exchanged concerned glances with the other girls, the ones who ran the preschool program.

“It’s okay,” Jan said faintly while the 911 operator got emergency services mobilized. She didn’t have time for this, not when there was a scared and injured child on the ground. Mr. Phillips was an adult and didn’t need her support as much as the child did.  “Why don’t you go inside, sir? Please, go. Now.”

Once Mr. Phillips was gone, staggering toward the door, Jan turned her attention back to the call, just as the 911 operator came back, asking if the child’s parents were present.

“No, but we have emergency medical proxy. I’ll get a copy of the proxy and bring it along. He scared and he’s only six.”

After the 911 operator told Jan to keep the line open, she put her phone in her pocket and moved closer, to see how Brady was doing. He was reluctantly taking comfort from Denise and Vicky, but he was crying and he was scared. Brady was one of the children in Jan’s class and it was her responsibility to take care of him.

“Oh, honey. It will be okay. I promise.” She nodded to the coworkers and knelt down on the asphalt, stroking her little charge’s head. Big fat tears rolled down his face and his little snuffling gasps told her just how scared he was. Brady had a lot of bravado; he never let anything bother him. The fact that he was, showed just how scared he was.

It all hit Jan as Brady clutched her hand. Their supervisor had hit a child, and he was stinking of booze. The police would be involved and the school would probably be closed by the end of the week, if that. This was a disaster, a complete nightmare.

Jan stroked Brady’s hair until the ambulance arrived. As soon as it did, Claire handed Jan Brady’s medical proxy, her coat, and her purse, so that Jan could ride with him rather than following behind. Brady whimpered and reached for Jan’s hand and she whispered to him that everything would be all right. For him, yes. For her and the school, probably not so much.  Jan kissed the tips of Brady’s fingers, trying to do whatever she could to soothe him while the emergency personnel assessed him. It was clear they wanted to put an IV in him and administer some pain medication, but the little guy was just too scared right now.

The ride to the ER was only several minutes in duration; the new complex had opened up on this side of town, and it was only a few miles away from the school.

Brady whimpered, but by the time they had him at the hospital, the ambulance staff as speedy as they were helpful, he’d trailed off into silence.

“Miss Jan,” he said through his snuffles. “Where’s my mommy?”

“She’s coming, honey.” Jan had no idea what the status update on that was, but she couldn’t really spare the time to check. Her text message alerts were blowing up, but she’d get to those when she could. “And your daddy.” He did have a dad, didn’t he? Jan hoped she hadn’t messed up there.

“And Daddy,” he agreed. “I hurt. I have a big ow,” he told her, pointing to his immobilized leg. She thanked god that it didn’t seem as if he’d noticed the bone protruding. This would require more than a cast and the paramedics seemed to be treating the injury, and Brady, for that matter, with kid gloves.

“I know, Brady, but you’re being very, very brave,” Jan said, and one of the paramedics nodded enthusiastically.

“I want a SpongeBob band aid and a lollypop,” Brady announced, glaring at one of the paramedics. “I don’t want my ow.”

“I know you don’t,” Jan soothed as they pulled up to the hospital. “But you’re going to have to be really strong, a really big boy for me. And then we can see a doctor and get you a SpongeBob band aid.”

And maybe even a yellow cast.

“What do we have here?” someone said, and Jan’s head shot up. She recognized the voice from somewhere, but she couldn’t place it. She moved outside, following the stretcher, the paramedics and doctor conferring.

“Are you the...Mom?” Jan startled at that question.

“No. I’m his...Keith!”

“Jan?” her father’s best friend asked.

“Yes. He’s one of my students. His parents aren’t here yet and…” She trailed off, staring at her father’s best friend. She’d known he’d moved hospitals, but had never expected him to be here.

Keith nodded. “Med proxy?” he asked, all business, though he was watching Jan carefully.

“Yes.” She handed it over to him and he scanned it before giving it to a nurse and hurrying into the bay where Brady had been taken. She followed hot on his heels. The medical personnel moved Brady onto a hospital bed, each of them wishing Brady well. The last paramedic handed Jan several lollypops for Brady, but Jan had the feeling they wouldn’t be eaten any time soon.

Dr. Keith and his staff were efficient, getting Brady down into X ray in moments. Jan freed up enough time to check her texts, and found that it was bad, worse than she’d expected.

Shit, the TV station is here.

The police are questioning Mr. Phillips. What do we say?

I just closed the school for the afternoon. Parents will be picking up their kids.

How is Brady?

Jan had to stop after that; the texts were coming in way too quickly, the flow of information too much for her already frayed nerves. Seeing Brady on the ground like that, knowing their supervisor’s drinking problem had been the cause, had broken her heart. Jan loved this job; it was the first step toward running her own facility. She’d given five good years here, starting the day after she’d gotten her Masters. Jan loved her kids; she’d worked up the ranks and despite Mr. Phillips and his attitudes, Jan had hung in because of her coworkers, and the kids. Should she have expected this? Could she have?

Jan rubbed the back of her neck and sank into a chair, brushing the knees of her dress pants. Brady would probably be in imaging for a few minutes and she could let off a little tension. She was strung out, her entire body locked down. She closed her eyes, tears welling up. Jan hated this; loathed the fact that her supervisor had put them in this position.

How dare he?

“Hey, kid. Want something to drink?” Keith’s warm voice washed over her, and Jan opened her eyes. He’d come in, bending down, his hand resting on the damp knee of her pants.

“I can’t go anywhere,” she told him, trying to blink back her tears.

“I know. I can get you a water or a soda. It’ll be a bit yet. They’re going to get some pain medication into him and he’ll be drowsy. We won’t be able to do surgery until the parents have arrived, but we can make him comfortable.” He paused. “This is a surgical fix, Jan. What happened?”

She didn’t want to explain it; she didn’t dare right now. Instead, she racked her brain to change the subject. “I can’t right now,” she told him, and he gave her a shrewd look.

“How are things?”

Jan let out a little brittle laugh. “I think I’m going to be looking for another job soon.”

“Why’s that?” Keith asked, sympathy brimming in his gaze, his green eyes crystalline in the harsh lights of the ER cubicle.

“It’s a nightmare,” Jan told him, tears welling in her eyes. She wouldn’t cry in front of Keith; she couldn’t humiliate herself like that. He probably still thought she was a teenager, when she was anything but.

Keith looked at his watch. “I get off work my shift in an hour. Can I take you out for a bite?”

“Sure,” Jan said, giving him her warmest smile. He’d been there when she’d ridden her first bike. He’d taught her to do so. He and Dad had taken her to her first baseball game. Keith and his wife, Miranda, had come to all her major life events, and when Miranda had died in a car accident ten years ago, her family had mourned deeply. Mom and Miranda had been close, almost as close as Dad and Keith had been.

Keith had been a constant presence in her life, for longer than she could even remember. He and Dad had been best friends forever, meeting in kindergarten. The friendship it stayed, and while Keith wasn’t quite an uncle to her, he was one of her closest mill influences in her life. Jan knew that she could use his advice. She had a really bad feeling about this.

Keith had to rush off to another emergency room visit visitor. Jan started to look through phone messages, but when she got to the "
OMG, it’s a bad
one
," she realized she had reached her limit, and closed her eyes.

They wheeled little Brady back, and he seemed scared, but sleepy. He didn’t seem as if he was in too much pain, but he sought her reassurance by grasping her hand, little fingers curling around hers, the IV taped to the top of his hand.

“Mommy?” Brady asked, in Jan’s heart clenched a little bit.

“No, honey. Mommy and Daddy will be here soon. It’s Miss Jan.

“Oh. I like you, miss Jan. Why didn’t the man stop?”

Oh, God – what that one hurt. She had no idea what to say, she couldn’t implicate her boss, and the child didn’t need to know any of that. He was six and he was hurt, for God’s sake.

“It was an accident honey,” she whispered tears again pricking her eyes. She loved these kids.

“Oh,” Brady whispered, and then he sighed.

Only a few minutes later, Brady’s parents rushed in. Mrs. Carson clutched Jan’s arm, her face flushed, her eyes brimming with tears. “What happened?” She asked trying to keep her voice down Brady’s father leaned down over the bed, kissing his son’s head. Both of them tried to avoid looking at the splinted leg, Jan noticed.

“Can we talk about it outside?” Jan asked, and both parents nodded. Mr. Carson broke off and his wife took his spot at the head of the bed.

“Hi honey, Mommy’s here. It’ll be okay.”

“Thank you, Miss Jan. Mommy, I hurt.” Jan’s heart clenched at that that little boy should’ve never been hit.

Keith met them right outside the room. He gave Jan a reassuring smile and she nodded in acknowledgment. It was so good having his presence here

“Mr. Carson, this is Dr. Gordon. Not only is he an incredible ER doctor, is also a friend of my family for a very long time. He saw to Brady’s injury, and he’ll tell you more about it.” It was very easy for Jan to go into, teacher mode, even if she didn’t feel it. She was anything but calm.

“Mr. Carson, let me explain Brady’s injury to you while we wait for the orthopedic doctor to get here.” He glanced over Jan. There are some chairs right down the hall,” he said. “Why don’t you go sit there?” Jan gave him a significant look. Now that the parents were here, shouldn’t she wait in the general waiting room, outside the exam area? Keith seemed to anticipate her questioning glance and shook his head.

“Thank you, Jan. We need to know what happened. But my little guy is more important now. Can we talk to you in the next few days?”

“Of course,” Jan said, just in the moment she remembered both of the Carsons worked in a law firm. Oh boy, that was going to be interesting.  “If you need any information, I’ll be right over there, or we can talk tomorrow.” She gestured to the area Keith had mentioned she ought to sit.

“There’s going to be somebody here to talk to you,” Keith said in an undertone after Mr. Carson and back into the room to check on his son. “Some men in blue. The testing the whole of your establishment. A witness said the car deliberately drove onto the playground.”

Jan closed her eyes and nodded; she’d expected this. At least she knew she was in the clear. God, why was even thinking that way?

“Are you okay?” Keith pulled her into his arms wrapping her in a tight embrace. Jan snuggled in to his warmth, the scratch of his scrubs comforting, the scent of one of her favorite people blotting out the antiseptic smell of the hospital.

“I will be.” What else could Jan say?

“Watch what you say to the police, okay? One of the nurses will be by to take a blood sample.”

“What are they testing for?” Jan asked.

“Substances.”

Substances. That word rang in Jan’s mind she walked down the hall and sat in a chair. She put her purse on her lap, and considered pulling her phone out. She really needed to talk to her mom and dad. Some things never changed, and even though she was closer to 30 than 20, she needed those reassurances. Especially when her job, possibly even her career, could be on the line. Oh, God could it really be on the line? This was so, so bad.

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