Verge of Extinction (Apex Predator Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

on the wrong foot, so she held her tongue as best she could.
    “The next time someone comes in here looking for medications that they took before this all happened, please get the name and dose of the medication.”  She didn’t have to say anymore.  The look on his face told her he had gotten the point.
    “Why don’t you and Corpsman Donaldson give us a tour of the clinic if you don’t mind?”  She figured letting him be in charge of the tour would give him a little win and maybe save some pride.
    The tour didn’t last long.  There was a small waiting room with a reception desk.  Behind that there were three exam rooms and two offices.  The desks in these rooms still held the non-working computers from the previous tenants of the base.  There was a supply room, and a cage that everyone agreed had been a pharmacy at some point in the past.  The supply room and pharmacy cage were both pretty much empty.  The exam rooms were nothing more than empty rooms with exam tables and blood pressure cuffs and old glass thermometers.
    The door opened as the tour ended.  This time a younger Hispanic man entered.  He introduced himself as Alberto.  He told them that he was a school teacher from a small town in Arkansas.   He went into the usual pleasantries:  Glad you’re here.  Let me know if I can do anything for you.  He inquired about their families and the group they arrived with.  Then he finally got to the real reason he was there.  Alberto was diabetic and his insulin was running out.  He reported that he still had a working blood glucose meter, but he was also running out of the testing strips.  He had resorted to checking his sugars once every two days, and those were gradually creeping up.
    Jen and Indira looked at each other with concern.  They both had dealt with diabetics, and both knew how dangerous it could be.  They also knew that insulin needed to be refrigerated or it becomes less effective.  This was going to be a bigger problem than the blood pressure pills.  They assured him that they would do their best to acquire the needed supplies and medicines.
    The third person through the door was an older looking white woman.  She was not one for pleasantries.  She went straight to the point.  She told them that she suffered from severe anxiety and she normally took Xanax twice a day.  She was jittery and obviously anxious as she spoke to them.  Jen noticed her eye contact was poor and she couldn’t keep her hands still.  Jen had seen patients like this before.  She didn’t know the cause of this woman’s anxiety, but she sure couldn’t blame her for being anxious as the world died around her.
    Corpsman Donaldson was not as sympathetic to the woman’s plight.  To him, she looked like a strung out junkie.  Her clothes hung on her as if they belonged to a bigger woman.  The crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes and lips made her look older than her reported 26 years.
    “We’ve told you every day for the last week,” he began before the woman could tell her story.  “We don’t have any drugs for you Carmen.  Now get out of here or I’m gonna tell the Bishop you’re malingering.”
    The girl spun on her heels and began to leave.  The women could hear her crying as she did.  “Wait,” Jen called out.  The girl stopped and turned.  Tears were running down her face, making her look even older than she already did.
    “What the hell?” Corpsman Donaldson interjected.  “You can’t be fucking serious!”  But Jen was serious, dead serious.
    “Mr. Donaldson,” she turned to him with a low quiet voice.  “If you have a problem with the way that I am treating this patient, you are more than welcome to leave.”  The young man’s jaw dropped.  “I’ve been an ER nurse for ten years,” she continued.  “I will not have my patients abused, nor will I have my orders questioned by a snot-nosed, wet-behind-the-ears, little punk.  If you, for one minute, think that