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  Coming Home

  by

  Laura Scott

  Coming Home

  Book 3 in the Crystal Lake Series

  Copyright © 2013 by Laura Iding writing as Laura Scott

  Cover art by The Killion Group, Inc.

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  Thank You

  Chapter One

  “Merry, I’m so glad you’re here!” Janelle greeted her with a dramatic sigh as Merry entered the arena of the Hope County Hospital’s Emergency Room. “I’ve been waiting forever for you to get here.”

  ER Charge Nurse Meredith Haines frowned at her nursing colleague. “What’s the problem? I’m not late. I’m fifteen minutes early for my shift.”

  “I know, but look.” Janelle jabbed her finger at the large whiteboard listing all the names of the current patients in the ER. “Leonard Marks is in room ten. He’s been asking for you for the past five minutes. I’ve been trying really hard to keep him calm until you could get here.”

  Merry rolled her eyes. Janelle acted as if no one else was capable of taking care of Leonard. Sure, he was a mammoth of a man with a volatile psych history, but he’d been coming to the Hope County Hospital for his medical care long before she’d moved to Crystal Lake, a little over two years ago. Surely other nurses had taken care of him before?

  “Okay, I’ll go and see him,” Merry said. “But I’m supposed to be in charge, so I’ll need you to make out assignments while I’m talking to Leonard.”

  “Thanks,” Janelle said with a sigh of relief, tucking a dark strand of hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of the assignments. Anything to help you out. I don’t know how you manage to deal so well with Leonard. Honestly? The guy scares me to death.”

  Merry’s smile was a bit forced as she walked toward Leonard’s room. She wasn’t about to explain that she’d had lots of practice dealing with angry, psychotic men because she’d learned from firsthand experience.

  She hadn’t known about her former boyfriend’s psych diagnosis until he’d attacked her.

  The thought of Blake finding her sent a shiver down her spine. After leaving Minneapolis, she’d covered her tracks carefully. If Blake hadn’t found her in more than two years, she didn’t think he’d suddenly show up now.

  Unfortunately, she knew far more about the complex world of psychiatric healthcare than she’d ever wanted to know. At least, today, she could put her knowledge and experience to good use.

  Moving very slowly, to avoid any abrupt gestures, Merry carefully slid open the glass door to room ten and eased inside.

  ____________

  “Hi Leonard,” she greeted him softly. “It’s me, Merry.”

  “Merry! Where have you been?” Leonard demanded with the petulance of a small child, his gaze dark with reproach. “I’ve been waiting and waiting for you.”

  He was a full grown man of thirty-five, but his mind was that of a six-year-old. And often a bad tempered six-year-old, although she knew it wasn’t his fault. Leonard had suffered a traumatic brain injury on top of his underlying schizophrenia, a combination that made him extremely difficult to manage.

  Her stomach tightened when she didn’t see any sign of Leonard’s mother, Doreen. Had his mother dropped him off and then left? Normally, his mother stayed to help keep Leonard calm.

  “I’m sorry, Leonard,” she murmured, giving him a gentle smile. “But I’m here now. So tell me, what made you decide to come in to see us today?” Ironically, she’d learned Leonard didn’t like the term hospital so she avoided using the reference if at all possible.

  For a moment he looked truly bewildered. “I don’t know.” He rose to his feet and began to pace. “I have that feeling again. The one I don’t like. The one that makes me mad. I hear voices telling me to do bad things.”

  Merry swallowed a knot of apprehension. The last few times Doreen brought Leonard to the ER, he’d complained of similar issues. Leonard was under a court order to take his psych meds, but his mother sometimes forgot. Merry was afraid Doreen Marks might be in the beginning stages of Alzheimer’s disease. And if that was the case, Leonard would soon be too much for his mother to handle, if he wasn’t already.

  Without his medication, Leonard became lost in a sea of confusion. And when Leonard got confused, he got angry. And violent.

  Leonard also had a medical history of poorly controlled diabetes and high blood pressure, but she couldn’t even begin to examine him for his medical problems until she’d calmed him down.

  “It’s okay, Leonard,” she said soothingly, placing a hand lightly on his arm. She was one of the few who could touch him without causing him to fly off in a rage. He tolerated women fairly well and, for once, her petite frame gave her an advantage. But Leonard didn’t like men, especially those in uniform. When Leonard saw the police he went berserk, probably because he knew from several bad experiences that the arrival of the police meant he was taking a one-way trip to the mental health complex in Madison. “I’m here now. You know I’ll take good care of you, right?”

  “Right. Merry takes good care of me,” he muttered as he pulled away from her and continued to pace. “Only Merry. No one else.”

  “All the nurses here take good care of you, Leonard. Not just me.” She knew this odd dependence he had for her wasn’t healthy. It wasn’t as if she could possibly work every single day, all three shifts. “Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.”

  The last time Leonard had come in, she’d succeeded in avoiding transferring him to the mental health facility. Once he’d taken meds to keep him calm, they’d evaluated his diabetes and his high blood pressure, making minor adjustments to his meds. By the end of the visit, he’d been able to go home with his mother, as docile as a bunny.

  Maybe, just maybe, she’d be able to do that again. She wasn’t sure who the doctor was on his team, but she needed to let him or her know that last time they’d started with a hefty dose of anti anxiety meds before getting him to take his usual dose of antipsychotic medication.

  “Okay, Leonard, I want you to stay here. I’ll be right back. I’m going to get your favorite treat. Do you remember what your favorite treat is?”

  Leonard was easily six feet tall and weighed two hundred eighty pounds, but a tremulous smile bloomed on his broad, square face. “Chocolate pudding!”

  “That’s right, chocolate pudding,” she agreed with a smile. Sugar free chocolate pudding in deference to his diabetes, but he didn’t need to know that. “Now be g
ood and I’ll get your treat, okay?”

  Leonard nodded and she sent up a silent prayer on Leonard’s behalf as she slid from his room. The poor man suffered more than anyone should have to. Grinding up pills and hiding the powder in the chocolate pudding was normally not an acceptable way to give patients their meds but, thankfully, Leonard’s court order allowed them to do just that. During previous visits she’d been worried that he’d notice the slightly bitter taste but, every time, he’d gobbled up the pudding without detecting anything amiss.

  Merry found Dr. Katy Albrecht hovering behind the desk, waiting for her. “I’ve ordered the Ativan for Leonard,” Dr. Katy said before Merry could say anything. “The pharmacist is entering it in the system now.”

  “Thanks.” Relieved that they were on the same page, Merry went over to the galley to grab two chocolate puddings from the tiny fridge. Then she stopped at the automated medication dispensing machine. It didn’t take long to pull out the medications, crush the pills, and mix the powder in the pudding.

  Satisfied, she shoved the spoon into the pudding and headed back across the arena to Leonard’s room.

  “Merry?” The sound of her name in a familiar, deep voice stopped her in her tracks. She braced herself before turning around to face police officer Zack Crain, who looked far too attractive in his dark blue uniform. He was tall, with short, dark hair and brilliant green eyes. Ever since she’d met Zack at his sister’s wedding, her pulse jumped erratically when she was around him.

  “Zack?” Her voice squeaked and she tried to get a grip. She licked her lips and tried again. “Hi. What are you doing here? I thought you worked in Madison?”

  “I’m picking up the belongings from one of our car crash victims as potential evidence,” he said. “Have you seen my sister, Julie? I was hoping to talk to her while I’m here.”

  “I’m sorry, but Julie and Derek are out of town enjoying a vacation alone while Lexi visits with her grandparents. I’m dog-sitting for them while they’re gone.” Merry glanced nervously over her shoulder towards Leonard’s room. “Listen, Zack, I have a patient who doesn’t like police, so please don’t be upset, but I need to ask you to leave.”

  “Leave?” his eyebrows shot up in surprise, but then he scowled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be out of here as soon as security brings me what I need.”

  Merry didn’t have time to argue. “Just wait someplace else, out of sight, okay?”

  She turned back towards Leonard’s room, but it was too late. Through the glass door, Leonard was staring in horror at Zack. There was a loud crash as Leonard slammed the bed up against the wall in a fit of anger.

  “No cops!” he bellowed, lumbering out of his room, waving his arms wildly. “No cops!”

  “Leonard, calm down. It’s okay. I have your treat!” Merry planted herself directly in front of him, in a pathetic attempt to distract him from Zack, who she hoped and prayed was quickly ducking out of sight. “Look at me, Leonard.” She captured his gaze with her own. “It’s Merry, remember? I’ve promised to take good care of you. And I have your favorite treat!”

  For a moment she thought she’d reached him, but then she saw Zack move up next to her as if he intended to protect her.

  “No cops!” Leonard screamed. With a horrible keening wail, he brutally shoved Merry aside, sending her flying backward into the unforgiving corner of the nurse’s station as he made a mad dash for the front door.

  Oomph! She hit the edge of the counter, hard enough to steal the breath from her body, her left shoulder taking the brunt of the blow. She thought someone shouted her name over the din, but then a horrible pain exploded in her head.

  Poor Leonard she thought, before darkness and pain closed around her.

  ____________

  Zack stared in horror when Merry flew into the side of the nurse’s station. He heard her teeth snap together before she sailed backward, landing on the floor. Her head hit the linoleum with a sickening thud.

  “Merry!” Zack was the first to reach her side, his heart thundering in his chest as he looked down at her pale, limp form. Most of the staff had gone to help bring the psychotic patient under control, and he knew he should have been helping, too, but he couldn’t tear his gaze from Merry.

  He forced himself to remember his basic medical training, but it wasn’t easy. He gently lifted Merry’s head to feel along the back of her scalp. His fingers came away wet. Stained red.

  Blood. She was bleeding.

  “Merry? Can you hear me?” He could barely hear himself, his heart was hammering so hard. “I’m here, and I won’t leave you. Open your eyes, Merry. Can you talk to me?”

  Nothing. She didn’t move.

  “I need some help over here,” he called sharply, drawing a few stares from the group gathering around the patient who was still thrashing on the floor in spite of the pile of people trying to hold him down. He caught sight of a needle and syringe being plunged into the patient’s thigh.

  He couldn’t suppress a flash of guilt, knowing that if he’d listened to Merry and left right away, this wouldn’t have happened. But he hadn’t understood the magnitude of danger. And when she faced the crazy man head on, he refused to leave her vulnerable and alone.

  “Oh no, Merry!” A young female with deep red hair, wearing a long white lab coat, came to his aid. He figured she must be a doctor when she felt for Merry’s pulse, and then pulled out a penlight to peer at her pupils.

  “Can’t we get her into a bed?” Zack asked. He didn’t want to do anything that would hurt Merry, but he also didn’t like seeing her stretched out on the floor.

  Merry let out a soft moan and, despite her obvious pain, he was deeply relieved to know she was coming around.

  “Try not to move.” The female doctor’s name tag identified her as Dr. Katy Albrecht. “We need to assess the extent of your injuries. Can someone get me a C-collar?” she called.

  Given how hard her head had hit the floor, Zack assumed Merry had a concussion, but hopefully nothing worse. He assisted with lifting Merry’s head just enough for Dr. Katy to get the cervical collar in place.

  “Now we need a back board,” Dr. Katy said, glancing up at the other staff members who huddled around Merry. “Which empty room can we use?”

  “Room six is empty,” a nurse by the name of Janelle said. “We can put Merry in there.”

  “Great, how’s Leonard?” Dr. Katy asked in a distracted tone.

  Zack assumed Leonard was the big man who’d gone crazy when he saw Zack’s uniform. He glanced over the doctor’s shoulder. The big man who’d been so crazy a few minutes ago was now being led back to his room by several of the staff the medications obviously working to calm him down. “He’s fine from what I can tell,” he told her.

  “Here’s the long board,” Janelle said, hurrying over with a full-size plastic board with handles along the sides.

  “We’re going to roll Merry over on her side, and you’re going to tuck the board underneath her, understand?” Dr. Katy addressed him as if he were one of her staff members.

  He nodded, more than willing to help out if needed. “I have some basic first aid training, so I understand the concept of a log roll.”

  It took a few minutes to get Merry centered on the long board. Three other staff members helped him lift her up and carry her over to the empty room.

  “My head hurts,” Merry murmured, her face drawn with discomfort.

  “Leonard knocked you down,” Zack told her. “I’m sorry, Merry. I should have listened to you.”

  “Merry, I need you to stay still until we can clear you for fractures and a head injury,” Dr. Katy chimed in. “Right now, we’re going to get you entered into the computer system as a patient.”

  Merry’s eyes widened. “A patient? But I have to work!”

  “Not happening,” Zack said, his voice harsher than he intended. He wasn’t angry at Merry, but at himself. He forced himself to speak to her in a gentle tone. “You’re going to do whatever the doctor
tells you, okay?”

  Dr. Katy nodded her approval and walked away, leaving the two of them alone.

  Merry’s amber gaze bored into his. “Sounds like you’re not giving me much of a choice,” she finally muttered.

  “I know, and I’m sorry. I feel terrible about what happened, but we need to know how badly you’re injured.”

  Zack resisted the urge to brush her reddish gold hair away from her cheek. He couldn’t afford to get emotionally involved with Merry, no matter how much he liked her. Even now, well past two years after he lost his wife and daughter within six months of each other, he fought to keep his emotions in a deep freeze. Why were they thawing now, for his sister’s friend, Merry Haines? It wasn’t fair, since he had no intention of getting emotionally involved ever again.

  “Is Leonard okay?” Merry asked.

  He admired her ability to worry about the big man who’d knocked her around like a rag doll. “He’ll be fine. They managed to get him medicated and back into his room.”

  Merry closed her eyes for a moment, and the tiny pucker between her brows made him realize she was in pain. “Poor Leonard, it’s not his fault.”

  As a police officer, Zack interacted with many people with psychiatric issues. But he had to admit that Leonard was one of the worst he’d ever seen. That moment when Merry had stepped in front of Leonard, trying to reason with him was burned into Zach’s memory. She’d reminded him of a slender David facing down Goliath, except her sling-shot was a cup of chocolate pudding. Pudding that was now splattered all over the wall.

  “You should have gotten out of the way,” he said in a weary tone. “The man is more than twice your size.”

  “Normally, Leonard likes me,” Merry whispered. “I thought I could get through to him. I didn’t want him to get hurt.”

  He wasn’t sure what to say since he knew very well it was his fault that Leonard lost control.