Healing Hearts 1: Warrior Angel(4)

By: Dixie Lynn Dwyer

“Yup. Just trying to hook my girlfriend up with the perfect guy.”

“I’m not attracted to him like that.”

“You would make an awesome couple. He’s all big-time medical doctor raking in the big bucks and you’re the good doer, organizing and building up for a nonprofit organization that helps injured and recovering soldiers, and now even first responders. Two philanthropists with enough money to change the world. How awesome would that be? Plus, he could throw some money your way.”

“Do you sit at your desk during the day and dream up these crazy fantasies of yours? Him and I are not going to happen. He has been a great contributor already.”

“Because he wants you in his bed, and so do his brothers.”

“Oh for crying out loud. Seriously, Afina?”

“You know that is how things work around here. Besides, they are just as attractive and major catches, too. You could handle the four of them.”

“I can’t handle more than one man. Hell, I can’t handle even thinking about going out on a date, or getting close to a man. I’m not ready.”

Afina sighed. “You’re more than ready. It’s just going to take meeting the right men to get you ready.”

“Not men.”

“So tomorrow night?”

“Yes, I’ll be there.”

“Good, and make sure you tell Amelia and bring her, too. We need to get that girl’s mind off that asshole Cavanaugh.”

“Will do. Talk to you later.”

* * * *

Kai ended the call and then leaned back in her office chair. It was a decent sized office tucked in the corner of the Human Resources Department wing of the hospital, but still an office. A long way from her hole in the wall apartment with spreadsheets, bills, disorganized mess of papers, legal documents, and other things at her fingertips to push for services for injured soldiers, or ones suffering from PTSD and other psychological effects. Now, three years later, and she had set up additional offices with people assisting law enforcement officers, firefighters, and other first responders who needed assistance after injury or other problems. She learned how to negotiate to get donations, and also funding for advertising, and even the newest project, a facility thirty minutes out of town that would be a retreat for recovering soldiers with a full staff of medical personnel to help those individuals get through their PTSD and other psychological problems. All in a relaxed, supportive setting. She felt tears in her eyes. Her goals and dreams of helping to provide a safe haven, a valued resource to save lives instead of losing them to suicide was becoming a reality. One soldier, one police officer, one first responder at a time.

She looked at her desk and the multiple new files that had landed there. Cases that were lost in the shuffle, or minimized because of ancient protocols from nearby hospitals. Kai had gained a reputation as a supporter, an advocate for soldiers and first responders. She was branching out to other organizations and putting together new ideas, and new services that could help the clients. Warrior Angel was the nickname that slowly began to circulate through the network of supporters. She chuckled at the thought. She had gone through so much, had sacrificed everything, and was nearly out of money when she got that first big donation. Canton Shaden, a business tycoon, who lost a son who was in the military and committed suicide, and had three other sons involved in both the military and law enforcement. He flew her out to meet him in person, and he and his wife became great friends, well more like family. Their one son, Keono, had been in a dark place when he returned from serving, and his father found out about Kai’s special program and contacted her. Keono had become a good friend to her. In fact, she should give him a call to see how he was doing in the new job.

Kai’s door was open and she could hear the women outside talking at their desks discussing their plans for the weekend. She didn’t make plans. When she wasn’t working, she thought about work and planned out ideas to improve things, or to expand. She went for runs four times a week, and had thought about checking out one of the local dojos in town that offered a bunch of classes, but she didn’t want to socialize. She didn’t want people to ask her questions. To learn of her life, and of her being single. It took the last year to convince Amelia’s aunt Fay that Kai didn’t need to be set up on a blind date and that she chose not to date. Kai was asked out often. She declined every time. She wasn’t ready. She might never be ready. That heavy sensation fell over her heart. Then came the emptiness that was still there. She thought of him. Of Edison’s smile, and not the scene she walked in on. Every soldier she met she thought of Edison, and what could have been if only there were resources available to help, and the right words to say, the right treatment to have access to. That was what hurt and kept her from moving on. She realized that not every person could be saved, but she didn’t accept it. She wanted to change that. She would dedicate her life to changing the statistics. More soldiers would live and not die from PTSD.