Sister Greene stood in front of a glass cabinet, holding a clipboard and wearing a deep frown.
“What is it?” He peered into the cabinet, and his eyes narrowed. The stock of pharmaceuticals, bandages, tape, and other consumables was minimal. “Did we use that much with this last influx of patients, or did the delivery fail to arrive again?”
“The latter, I’m afraid.”
He raked his fingers through his hair and blew out a loud breath. “What is wrong with the army's system? We put in requisitions, and they fill them. How hard can that be?”
She opened her mouth to respond, but he held up a hand. “Strictly a rhetorical question, Nurse. I don’t expect you to know the answer. Let’s pray for a miracle and hope God sees fit to grant one.”
Engines thrummed outside.
“If I’m not mistaken, more visitors just arrived.” Ron frowned. “Inventory will have to wait.”
“We’ll be ready for you, Doctor.”
“I’d expect nothing less, Sister.” He flung the words over his shoulder as he raced from the room and headed to the foyer.
He pushed open the heavy front door. Outside, the raging maelstrom now simmered with a light mist and occasional thunder. A pair of ambulances parked on the gravel in front of the stone entrance. Each of the drivers held one end of a stretcher, and a hospital orderly gripped the other. They carted their loads inside. He pointed toward the ballroom, and they swept past him.
The lingering fragrance of flowers filled his nose, and he whipped his head toward the uniformed figures. Both women. With their hair stuffed underneath their tin hats, he hadn’t noticed their gender. More and more of the drivers were female. What was Roosevelt thinking when he signed the order letting women into the armed forces?
Neville Thorson, a brilliant surgeon from London nudged his arm. “Your opinion is all over your face, and it’s going to get you in trouble one of these days. Face it, Doctor. The gals are here to stay.”
Ron shook his head. “They’re to be protected and provided for, not assigned to war zones.”
“Since when is England a combat zone?” Neville shoved his hands into his pockets.
“Hitler may not be bombing as regularly as he did in forty-one, but death remains a dangerous possibility every day.”
“Get used to it, chap. Working side by side with the ladies is our reality.” He grinned. “One for which I’m eternally grateful. Some of the drivers are real lookers.”
“Women have no right in the Medical Corps, and I’m going to contact HQ about it. I don’t want these women coming to my hospital.”
Other Titles
Romance
Love’s Harvest, Wartime Brides, Book 1
Love’s Rescue, Wartime Brides, Book 2
Love’s Belief, Wartime Brides, Book 3
Love’s Allegiance, Wartime Brides, Book 4
Love Found in Sherwood Forest
A Love Not Forgotten
On the Rails
A Doctor in the House (The Hope of Christmas Collection)
Spies & Sweethearts, Sisters in Service, Book 1
The Mechanic & the MD, Sisters in Service, Book 2 (May, 2020)
The Widow & the War Correspondent, Sisters in Service, Book 3
(June, 2020)
Mystery
Under Fire, Ruth Brown Mystery Series, Book 1
Under Ground, Ruth Brown Mystery Series, Book 2
Under Cover, Ruth Brown Mystery Series, Book 3
Murder of Convenience, Women of Courage, Book 1