#MistakenIdentity Tres Amor #livestory #syllit Chapter 10 | Camp @NaNoWriMo.org wc27374

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Determined to never make the mistakes of the past, Elena, only wants to help people, which is why she works in the medical field. Yet, her world starts to collide as she meets a man from the past the same time she realizes the patients are mysteriously dying. Soon, her strange pregnancy, her past and her present are all consuming and her life maybe in jeopardy.

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Author’s Note:  for the new readers who have queestions about Onyx heart. yes her story is coming soon and yes she’s in a lot of other stories and yes, she’s a bitch. 

I’m almost scared for Elena

Chapter 10

She didn’t like the look on his face for a brief moment, but then he took on his doctor’s persona so well and so quickly. “Should I be worried?” she asked.

“Nothing you should be worried about. Everything was good; even the blood work. Would you like me to prescribe an after morning prescription?”

“If you think it would be best.”

“That’s completely up to you.” He handed her the prescription.

She was aware it was a two pill set taken at different intervals. Sighing, she took the prescription from him and slid down because he backed his stool away from the table. Grabbing her clothes and going behind the curtain, she said, “You’re right, Chance. Thank you. With everything going on in my life now, I just feel like I don’t need to be pregnant on top of everything else.”

Her pager went off with a 911 code.

Cursing, she yanked her clothes on, grabbed the files and ran out the room without another word to Chance.

A code red had been called for Mr. Bradshaw’s room. She hurriedly went up there to help with the situation, but the doctor’s had him under control by the time she arrived. There was just a slight drop in his blood pressure, but his lungs were okay and clear.

Sighing with relief, once the ward was back to normal, Elena went to the employees lounge to discover two things.

Someone had dumped her flowers in the garbage, shattering the glass vase they had come in and also, she had left the morning after prescription in the room with Chance.

Just as she was about to get back on the elevator to go back down there, Lori caught her and demanded she take care of two other patients that were in need of bed changing. By the time, Elena delegated that task, she was doing something else.

When she was freed up, it was eight hours later and she went down to Chance’s floor to find out he had left for the day, but the nurse said he left a note at the desk for her.

Elena opened the sealed envelope and read Chance’s handwriting.

“I tried to get in contact with you on your floor about the prescription but that witch of a supervisor never let me get in touch with you. I left the prescription in my office in a sealed envelope with your name on it. Have the supervising doctor get it for you. I had to leave on a lead I’ve been investigation for months and do some personal business.”

She asked the nurse at the desk, “Where’s the supervising doctor on duty now?”

“She’s in labor and delivery for the next couple of hours with two high risk and a teenager. I can leave a message for her.”

Elena knew the doctor would never let her get her keys so she had to give up and get back up to her floor. Lori had taken on a double shift and was on her like white on rice.

Near midnight the ward had slowed down enough and Lori went home once the next shift came in. Elena had a couple of more hours before she left and was glad when Lori left.

Mr. Bradshaw had gone through a lot for the day – mentally and physically, yet an hour after Lori left, Elena was notified his lawyer was there for him.

When she entered the room, she was amazed to see Sloan was sitting up in bed with pillows propping him up and looking surprisingly good.

There was a very handsome naturally dark tanned Italian looking man standing next to the bed in an expensive suit. There were files on the table in front of Sloan, which she assumed this man had brought with him and also a small burgundy box.

“You should be resting, Sloan,” she reprimanded.

Sloan introduced the man. “I’d like to you meet my lawyer, Armando Bellini. He’s an excellent trust lawyer.”

Armando extended his hand to her. The first thing she noticed was the warm olive green eyes that seem to see everything, but notice nothing. He was handsome at a little over six feet and had a nice muscular build.

She shook his hand firmly.

“If you don’t mind, Mr. Bradshaw won’t be speaking much so he can reserve his energy and strength. I can answer anything you need to know,” Armando said. “I hope you didn’t mind, Ms. Holland, but I spent all this afternoon researching if you’re eligible to even marry Mr. Bradshaw. I’m happy to say that we can proceed with the arrangements in seventy-two hours. I’ve contacted a judge who can do the wedding at that time. He’ll come to the hospital. I checked your schedule at work and if you don’t mind, we can make it at three in the morning. That way, we don’t interfere with your-“

“Hold the hell up,” she said calmly. “Before we start walking me down the aisle-“

He cut her off. “Here.” He handed her the first envelope off the pile. “Everything you want to know about your father. A lot of reading material and really not in the time it’s going to take to marry him.”

She didn’t know if she was going to like this man. “Is there anything I should pay attention to?”

“Oh most certainly. Like that part that your father left specific instructions in his new will only you will get his money. Before his death, he tried very hard to sequester his wife’s doctor’s records, but once the judge ruled he could see the records, the records magically disappeared. sI’ve been unable to find them anywhere either. Something in there whether he saw them or not made him want to change his will against your mother and your brother. Do you think you know what it could possibly be?”

Honestly, she said, “I can’t think of a thing. I was young when all of this was happening.”

“Are you sure?” Armando asked. “Maybe an argument, something happening that you didn’t pick up on, a ritual-“

“Wait,” she said, closing her eyes trying to think. “My brother used to get caught all the time coming in late and my father would yell at him.”

“What would he say to him?”

“I don’t remember. I just thought Vick was being obstinate and acting like a teenager. I really didn’t pay attention to any of them. I was young.”

“It’s fine,” Sloan assured her.

“If you think of anything, please let me know.” Armando said, handing her his business card.

She took it and with the folder, tucked everything under her arm.

“Are you satisfied for right now about your father’s information?” the lawyer questioned.

“Yes, for now. If I had any questions, I will let you know, Mr. Bellini.”

“Good.” He opened up another folder with marriage certificate papers inside already filled out. “I took the liberty of getting your birth certificate and starting the process. If you could sign at the appropriate places, I can get these to the county clerk’s office in the morning.”

“I don’t need any blood tests or anything?” she asked.

“Not in Detroit,” he answered.

She took a deep breath and signed the papers Sloan had already signed. Once she was done, Armando gathered this folder and then handed her the small box. “Your engagement ring and I’ll have your wedding ring on the day of the ceremony. Were there any request for dresses? I’ve estimated your size – fourteen?”

“Who’ll witness the wedding?” she asked, nodding to confirm her size.

Armando smiled wickedly, “I’ve got that covered, Ms. Holland. You have a good night. I would like to spend a little time quietly with the old man.” There was this brief look of deep concern in his eyes and she knew the lawyer cared for his client more than he cared to admit.

She looked at Sloan. “How are you feeling?”

“A collapsed lung hurts like hell.”

“You shouldn’t tease,” she reprimanded again.

“You shouldn’t worry,” he said. “I’m too damn stubborn to die yet. Now let me rest, Elena. Let me rest so I can make it to Saturday.”

She kissed his brow, praying he would. By the time she pulled away, Sloan was deep in sleep.

Leaving out of the room, she opened the box with the detailed two caret ring inside. She put the ring on to see the weight.

“Nice ring,” Pholsom said coming up behind her.

She took off the ring and turned to him fully. “What are you doing here?!”

There was a dead serious look on his face as he took her hand she had the diamond ring in and open it up for himself.

“Yes, it’s a very nice ring.” Pholsom still gripped her wrist and she didn’t try to pull it away. “Looks new. Is there something you need to tell me, Elena?”

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  1. I wonder who the son is. Possibly Mr. Todd? Can’t wait to find out who. Keep up the good work!!!!

  2. Oh my oh my oh my …. what will she tell him???? How will Pholsom deal with the news? Are they going some where private bc those two can barely keep their hands to themselves.

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