"That's the last one." Jose set a bottle of water on the desk with a smile. "Just in time, si?"

"Si." Sara sighed, rubbing her eyes. She had walked in thinking it was going to be a quiet day. She had mistakingly expressed that belief to her day nurse, Jose, as she slipped on her lab coat and reviewed the charts on her desk. It had been a quiet night. Just one prisoner who came in complaining of stomach pains and vomiting. Dr. Lewis suspected that he'd picked up a virus from his wife during their conjugal the weekend before. She had found nothing to dispute his diagnosis and was keeping him in the infirmary for fluids and meds and to keep him away from the rest of the prisoners. Disease had a way of spreading in their close quarters.

Along with Prisoner Puking-a-lot, there were four medical issues in the new intake and a half dozen prisoners to patch up after they decided to stave off their boredom with a bare knuckles fist fight. Bare knuckles and rocks. In between stitches and a handful of x-rays she'd had her afternoon visit from Michael.

Michael. When the hell had she started thinking of him by his first name. She never got into first names. It was her rule. Last names only.

Had she ever not called him by his first name? She honestly couldn't remember. It was disturbing.

Sara shook the thought out of her mind and grabbed her bag. She was already late.

"Hey Sara." A voice stopped her in the hall.

"Hey Frank." The night nurse was stowing his bag under the desk.

"Heads up, the roads are hell. You might want to stay off the I if you want to be home before hell freezes over. Some kind of major accident."

Just what she needed. Sara had agreed to let her mother set her up on a blind date with some very nice lawyer fellow she and Sara's father knew from the Club. Sara looked at her watch. She'd just make it home and changed in time. Well at least he was taking her to dinner.

"Thanks for the warning." Sara smiled.