Jordan had tried to love and support her husbandEven after he'd cleaned out the apartment and sold many of their belongings for drug money. But when, as the doctor on call in the E.R., she'd been forced to treat Garry's overdose, it had nearly killed her, too. Knowing she couldn't survive much more, she left him and Vancouver behind. She hoped only to find peace as the new resident G.P. in the remote First Nations village of Ahousaht.She never expected to meet someone as gentle and nurturing as native healer Silas Keefer, a man who understands Jordan's need to escape her past. He'd done the same thing himself years earlier.Their love is unexpected and right, but can Jordan and Silas have a future if they cannot heal the past?
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Bobby Hutchinson. Good Medicine
“Resident G.P. wanted for isolated First Nations village, Vancouver Island’s West Coast. Ahousaht, Clayoquot Sound, Flores Island.”
Good Medicine. Bobby Hutchinson
CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
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The salary wasn’t what Jordan earned in the E.R., but at least there wouldn’t be shift work. And housing was included. And it was somewhere Garry wasn’t.
Impulsively Jordan took out her cell phone and dialed the number she’d copied down. The phone rang and rang, and she was about to hang up when a man answered.
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“Establish a line. Let’s give him Narcan.” She felt cold and detached and far away as she picked up the syringe with numb fingers and inserted naloxone hydrochloride into the IV valve.
In cases of overdose, the drug’s effect was miraculous. It instantly reversed the action of narcotics, and a patient who’d been on the verge of death only seconds before suddenly became awake and alert, just as if nothing had happened. In the E.R., they called it the Lazarus Effect. Except Lazarus had probably been grateful.
