Welcome to Three Word Thursday #7. This week, joining the quondam word-list, we have propinquity; susurrus; & nescience. We also have a whole list of perspicacious writers. If you enjoy reading my story, leave a comment then click on the names of the other players and go see how they used the words. Youâ€™ll be entertained (and possibly educated) all at once.
Copper swung through the doors of ICU and walked straight to Janice Wheelerâ€™s room.Â There was no need to stop at the nurseâ€™s desk and ask which it was; only one door on the ward had a uniformed police officer standing guard beside it.Â â€œOfficer Marsh,â€ Copper nodded his greeting as he neared the guard.
Officer Marsh stood a bit straighter and squared his shoulders.Â â€œDetective.â€
â€œHowâ€™s the arm?â€Â The young officer had just returned to light duty, after taking a bank robberâ€™s bullet in the right shoulder.
â€œIâ€™m well enough for full, duty,â€ Marsh groused.Â â€œBut regulations say otherwise.â€
â€œYou!â€Â a strident voice called down the hall.Â â€œWhat are you doing charging into my ICU without signing in?â€
Marsh grimaced and whispered, â€œHead Nurse.Â Pretty, but mean.â€
Copper turned and flashed his most winning smile at the fury in blue scrubs.Â His breath caught in his throat.Â Whatever greeting heâ€™d planned vanished along with every other thought in his brain.Â The word â€œprettyâ€ didnâ€™t even come close to describing this womanâ€™s beauty.Â Her hair was ebony, her eyes were blue, her face was heart-shaped, she stood five-foot-nine in her nursing shoes â€“ simple statistics that meant nothing, and everything.Â She curved in all the right places.Â Her pale skin was radiant â€“ with anger.Â And those incredibly blue eyes were shooting sparks — at him.
Copper snapped his mouth shut and reclaimed his equilibrium just in time her hear her demand, â€œWell?â€ But he couldnâ€™t remember the question.
â€œHello,â€ he smiled, flashed his straight pearly-whites, extended his right hand and said, â€œDetective Vin Copper. And you are?â€
She ignored his extended hand and planted her hands on her hips. â€œI am the person who can get you thrown out of here for non-compliance,â€ she said.
â€œI donâ€™t think you understand,â€ Copper said. â€œI am the detective in charge of this case â€“â€œ
â€œI donâ€™t think you understand.Â I am the nurse in charge of this unit,â€ the fury responded. â€œThere are regulations and procedures â€“â€œ
Copper interrupted. â€œI had no idea â€“â€œ
â€œNescience is not an excuse,â€ the nurse snapped. They stood, staring each other down and listening to the clock tick.
Copper realized one of them was going to have to give, and he was on her territory. â€œOkay, listen,â€ he said. â€œIâ€™m sorry. Can we just start over here?â€
Certainly,â€ the nurse replied. â€œStep back to the nurseâ€™s station with me. And weâ€™ll sign you in. If your name is even on the list.â€
â€œListen, lady,â€ he said, pointing toward Officer Marsh and the clipboard, â€œI wrote the list.â€
She glanced at the clipboard and curled her lip. â€œI donâ€™t know whoâ€™s on that list,â€ she said derisively. â€œBut I guarantee you, mine is much shorter.â€
She spun on her heal and marched away.
Copper stood there with his mouth hanging open.
â€œAre you coming, Detective?â€ The nurse prodded, â€œOr should I ask your security to remove you?â€
Copper swiveled his head and looked at Marsh.Â Marsh pointed toward the nurse’s station. Copper sighed and followed the nurse, feeling like a truant on his way to the principalâ€™s office.
At the nurseâ€™s desk, the ebony-haired beauty slapped another clipboard stacked with forms onto the counter. â€œFill these out and Iâ€™ll need to photocopy your photo ID. I would prefer your badge.â€ She extended her hand.
Copperâ€™s hand went to the photo ID clipped to his shirt pocket and he shook his head, â€œNo.â€ You may photocopy my driverâ€™s license and write down my badge number,â€ he corrected.
She nodded her head briskly and watched as Copper extracted the piece of plastic from his wallet. â€œIâ€™m going to tell you up front, detective, I have no interest in your murder case, but I have great interest in the welfare of my patients and I will do whatever I deem is necessary to protect them.â€
â€œI understand,â€ Copper murmured soothingly. â€œWe have no wish to put the victim at greater risk. Of course we will have to question her at some point â€“â€œ
â€œNot before her Doctor permits it,â€ the nurse answered.
Again Copper nodded. He tapped the paper and said, â€œI canâ€™t fill-in the duty roster, because I donâ€™t know who the Chief will be sending over. I can call the office and have somebody get you a list of names.â€
â€œPlus I.D.’s and badge numbers,â€ she said. â€œThey arenâ€™t welcome on my floor if I donâ€™t know who they are.â€
â€œAnd you, maâ€™am? What might your name be?â€
â€œMy name might be many things, Detective, but one thing it isnâ€™t, is maâ€™am.â€ She took the clipboard from him and stepped through a door behind the nurseâ€™s station. Soon Copper heard the susurrus sounds of a copy machine. He waited, drumming his fingers on the desktop. Finally the nurse emerged and returned his documents. â€œWhat is your name?â€ Copper demanded in his most official voice.
The nurse arched her eyebrows. She raised her hand and pointed to a large duty sign hanging on the wall behind her. Melinda Spanner, RN, it read. â€œIs there anything else youâ€™d like me to help you with, detective?â€ She put special emphasis on that last word.
Copper felt his face flushing. â€œNo. Thank you.â€ He said, and beat a hasty retreat with what dignity he had left.
On his way to the car, Copper called the station to report in. He told the chief about his encounter with Nurse Spanner..
â€œListen,â€ the chief responded. â€œYouâ€™re probably going to be spending a lot of time on her turf. Make friends.â€
â€œChief,â€ Copper said, shaking his head. â€œNo amount of propinquity in the world is going to make that woman my friend!â€
No egos were actually shattered in the writing of this story.
Three Word Thursday #9:
Every Thursday I will give you three new words.Â You have until the following Thursday to compose a story using all three of the words.Â Then, on that following Thursday, post your story.Â After you post, come by here and sign in to Mr. Linky.Â If you sign in and don’t post a story.Â I will delete your link.
Got it?Â Good!Â In that case:Â Your story is due on:Â April 9th, 2009