I Was Fired and Walking Home—Then Two Helicopters Landed Looking for Me

Rachel smiled, adjusting his pillows. “You have thick skin, Captain. Makes it hard to find a vein.”

“Call me Elias.”

Before Rachel could respond, the door opened. A nurse she didn’t recognize entered, pushing a medication cart.

“Scheduled rounds,” the man mumbled, keeping his head down. “Dr. Alcott ordered a sedative.”

Rachel frowned. “Dr. Alcott is under continue reading …