Chapter Thirty


The following week, Nurse Cat was back on the day shift. As she rounded the corner to the nurse’s area, she saw Nurse Sarah in her desk drawer.

“What are you doing?!!” she asked sharply.

Sarah jumped back, startled. “I was just looking for a pencil. I need to borrow one..." Sarah hesitated, then asked, "Cat? What are these?” She was holding up some of Bo’s discarded letters.

Cat grabbed the letters and crammed them back in the drawer. “That’s nothing! Don’t even concern yourself with those! It’s none of your business! Here!” she said hastily handing Sarah the needed pencil.

“I saw them, Cat. Those letters...they belong to GI Buchanan.”

“You saw nothing,” Cat hissed. “You understand me? NOTHING! I advise you not to say anything or…”

“Are you threatening me?” asked Sarah.

“I’m advising you not to say anything. If you do..." Cat lowered her voice and got in Sarah's face, "...I’ll have to tell Hadden about the medicine mix-up. You will be out of here so fast you won’t know what happened...and then what would you do? Work on the streets ? Forget what you saw. Leave it alone. I mean it, Sarah.”

Cat glared at Sarah. Sarah knew Cat had her. If Cat told Hadden how Sarah had mixed up the dispensation of medicine, she would be fired...out on the streets, probably after a thorough investigation and possibly charges filed against her. It was too great a risk.

“I can keep my mouth shut,” said Sarah glumly.

“Good. I’m glad you came to your senses. Stay out of my desk from now on!”

“Fine,” Sarah responded savagely as she left the office.

Once Sarah was gone, Cat panicked. If Sarah could find these letters, anyone could. I can't take that risk...

Cat gathered up all of the letters and crammed them into her purse. That night when she got home from work, she burned them.