Patriot Games - vastav

"We're not supposed to move just yet. Doctor Ryan. Let me fetch you something."
She disappeared out the door before he could object. Wilson watched her leave with
an appraising look. Cops and nurses, Ryan thought. His dad had married a nurse;
he'd met her after bringing a gunshot victim into the emergency room.
The nurse – her name tag said KITTIWAKE – returned in under a minute bearing
a stainless steel urinal as though it were a priceless gift, which under the
circumstances, it was, Ryan admitted to himself. She lifted the covers on the bed
and suddenly Jack realized that his hospital gown was not really on, but just tied
loosely around his neck – worse, the nurse was about to make the necessary
adjustments for him to use the urinal. Ryan's right hand shot downward under the
covers to take it away from her. He thanked God for the second time this morning
that he was able, barely, to reach down far enough.
"Could you, uh, excuse me for a minute?" Ryan willed the girl out of the room,
and she went, smiling her disappointment. He waited for the door to close
completely before continuing. In deference to Wilson he stifled his sigh of relief.
Kittiwake was back through the door after counting to sixty.
"Thank you." Ryan handed her the receptacle and she disappeared out the door. It
had barely swung shut when she was back again. This time she stuck a thermometer
in his mouth and grabbed his wrist to take his pulse. The thermometer was one of
the new electronic sort, and both tasks were completed in fifteen seconds. Ryan
asked for the score, but got a smile instead of an answer. The smile remained fixed
as she made the entries on his chart. When this task was fulfilled, she made a minor
adjustment in the covers, beaming at Ryan. Little Miss Efficiency, Ryan told
himself. This girl is going to be a real pain in the ass.
"Is there anything I might get you, Doctor Ryan?" she asked. Her brown eyes
belied the wheat-colored hair. She was cute. She had that dewy look. Ryan was
unable to remain angry with pretty women, and hated them for it. Especially young
nurses with that dewy look.
"Coffee?" he asked hopefully.
"Breakfast is not for another hour. Can I fetch you a cup of tea?"
"Fine." It wasn't, but it would get rid of her for a little while. Nurse Kittiwake
breezed out the door with her ingenuous smile.
"Hospitals?" Ryan snarled when she was gone.
"Oh, I don't know," Wilson, observed, the image of Nurse Kittiwake fresh in his
mind.
"You ain't the one getting your diapers changed." Ryan grunted and leaned back
into the pillow. It was useless to fight it, he knew. He smiled in spite of himself.
Useless to fight it. He'd been through this twice before, both times with young,
pretty nurses. Being grumpy only made them all the more eager to be