Promises: Part I (Bounty Hunters Book 1) by A.E. Via Page B

to test. Now he was hassling the technicians on getting someone to do his X-rays that night.
    “Sir. I understand you’re anxious, but there’s no way to do all the testing tonight. It’s just not possible, not to mention it’s after one in the morning.” The overworked lab technician sighed as Vaughan refused to accept no for an answer. She’d been the one dealing with him the most, and when her two associates had left for the evening, then it was all down to her.
    “Hospitals don’t close. What if someone came into the ER right now and needed an X-ray? Are you saying they couldn’t get it?”
    The lady pushed her stray brown curls behind her ear; the rest of her bun looking like it’d been cuter when she left home twelve hours ago. Her eyes were a pretty gray color, almost bluish. Vaughan turned on his charming smile, hoping it wasn’t falling short since he wasn’t only physically exhausted but mentally as well. The ladies usually fell for his boyish charm.
    “I believe the one tech that’s on duty tonight is pretty busy. Dr. Chauncey said we’d do the preliminaries this evening and you could make an appointment tomorrow to finish up. You’re pretty lucky. Most donors have to take at least two to three days out of their schedule just to complete all the testing.”
    “No. No.” Vaughan shook his head. There’s no way he could go home without having an appointment for the surgery. He wouldn’t rest until he was one hundred percent sure that Duke was going to survive.
    “Yes.”
    Vaughan turned around to the definitive order in Dr. Chauncey’s voice. “That’s it for tonight, Mr. Webb. I emailed the doctor for the psych eval, but he probably won’t respond until tomorrow… or actually later today when he gets in.” Dr. Chauncey put his hand up to stop Vaughan’s ongoing protests, continuing what he was saying. “He knows this is a critical case and we can get you in real soon, but I don’t think it’ll be today.”
    Vaughan dropped his head in his hands, fending off more tears. Crying wasn’t going to solve a goddamn thing. Everything was going to be all right, he was seeing to that, but he’d have to be patient. Why he’d thought donating a kidney would be easy and quick was obviously….
    “I just checked on Mr. Morgan.”
    Vaughan’s head shot up and next thing he knew he was up out of his seat, moving across the lab area to stand in front of the doctor. “How is he? Is he… is he…?”
    “He’s fine. His other injuries are not going to be a factor in performing the surgery laparoscopically. He’s a relatively healthy man. No heart conditions, history of diabetes. I’ve submitted him to the donor board for review. I should have an answer for you in the next couple days. That’s really the best I can do, Mr. Webb. I’ll remind you that this isn’t Johns Hopkins. We can’t do everything in twenty-four hours. We’re just not staffed that way.”
    Well get me the fucking Nightingale and transport our asses over there then. Vaughan ground his teeth. That wasn’t necessarily bad news. He hated the sound of “a couple days,” but at least the doc was talking about Duke surviving the surgery, like he was sure it was going to happen. His tests must be looking good, then. He figured he’d cut them some slack. He needed to get his affairs in order anyway. As if the doctor sensed him calming down, he added, “Rushing can cause oversights, Mr. Webb.”
    “Can you call me Vaughan, please?”
    “Vaughan. We want Mr. Morgan to have a fighting chance and I’m glad you’re adamant about helping him, but I feel this decision was made hastily. So talking with Dr. Townsend, our psychiatrist, will really be the deciding factor. Our candidates need to be willing to donate, not feel obligated to donate.”
    “I don’t feel obligated at all. It’s not like he asked me and now I feel like I can’t say no. Doing it anonymously should take that thought off the table. Right?”
    Dr.