Anita Louise
From the sterile corridors of a large metropolitan hospital, to health care in a rural area, vivacious independent nurse, Pam Brooks is suddenly faced with a new unpredictable life.
The swinging lifestyles of the rich living in ocean view homes, handsome men and yachts soon find this beautiful nurse enthralled. Little did she know there was a sinister element waiting to lure her into a life she was not accustomed.
Confused as to what she wants from the men in her life, her drive for her patients conflicts with a budding romance. The strange disappearance and death of loved ones, lead her and her best friend on a sleuthing adventure to a seedy waterfront bar . . . taking her deep into the drug cartel.
Threats against her life and the life of her friends begin. As her world starts to spin out of control, she is met with a sudden revelation by her best friend. Choosing to run instead of face the situation she takes a job in a faraway health department, leaving the warmth of sunny California to go to the snow capped mountains of Arizona. When arriving, the young nurse feels as if she has stepped into the past. The citizens are mountain people and they do not cotton to city folks.
Setting up satellite health clinics, making home visits and working with people she only thought was written about in books soon occupies Pam, that is, until she accidently stumbles onto young people taking drugs. She soon discovers a person can run from their past but it has a way of catching up to them.
Anita Louise studied at The Pasadena Playhouse, College of Theater Arts, located in Pasadena California.
Having lived in the state of California, she spent enjoyable times at the beach, cherishing the relaxation that came to those that enjoyed the sand, sun, water and good friends.
Later living in a small town in Arizona, she found things different from the life she knew in California. There were many people that needed assistance in their day to day needs. She attended the University of Wisconsin where she studied Community Action Leadership. After graduation returning to the community, she began to initiate Social Programs.
Anita found herself leaning toward health and health related aspects, and studied at the Arizona State University School of Nursing and worked in Public Health many years. Working in the high mountains, making home visits, meeting an entirely different world, was a challenging and sometimes exciting experience.
She later took a Police Sciences Course through NAC and received her General Law Enforcement Diploma.
Her stories involving Xena, Gabrielle, Ann Bounty and Skylar Richmond are well read on the internet.
Her fan fiction is acclaimed by fans of her stories who can’t wait to see what is going to happen next.
Anita loves to write and has been doing this most of her life. She loved the series, Xena Warrior Warrior Princess and looks forward to taking the characters on many treks. She is also happy her characters, Ann Bounty and Skylar Richmond have touched many, having created them, she feels wonderful knowing others love them as much as she does.
Anita has written for the online magazine, Whoosh. A very reputable and well-read magazine.
"It's Paw, he's sick, please help him? The girl pulled Pam into the bedroom where she could see Ned Larsen laying on the bed, writhing in pain.
She rushed to him and asked, "What hurts?"
Pam placed a cool hand on his forehead. "You're burning up."
He gritted his jaw. "Get Doc up here!"
"He's in Santo Topaz. Tell me, what's wrong?" Obstinately, he did not say a word. Not wasting any more time, Pam put the stethoscope to her ears and began to listen to his heart and lungs. When she finished, Martha took her by the left hand and led Pam from the room. She told her how Ned had become sick and when she finished Pam pronounced, "Sounds like his appendix, I've got to examine him."
She walked into the bedroom, gazed down at the man and asked, "Mr. Larsen, does your right side hurt?"
"Feels like I've been gunshot, he groaned. She reached for his left hand and he tried to pull it away, but was too weak.
Pam took his pulse, then said, "I'm going to put a thermometer in your mouth, and I want you to hold it under your tongue. I think you're running a temperature and I need to know what it is." Rachel and Martha watched as she made her examination and when finished she said, "You have a bad appendix and you need to have surgery."
"I only let ya touch me cause I couldn't stop ya. Now go get Doc," he snarled, though it was feeble.
"I can't. Do you think you can make it to my car?"
"It hurts too much to move, call Miss Jane." She left the room, told Martha she was going back to the Bronco and call the clinic. It was after several tries that she finally got Jane.
Jane Cole listened intently to what Pam told her then said, "Pam, I'll leave now but I may not make it in time, it is up to you, evaluate the situation and if you have to, do it!"
Alarmed, Pam squeaked and insisted, "Me? I can't do it."
Jane's voice became stern. "You have assisted in surgery and you know how it's done. If there isn't any time then you have to do it! From what you've told me, we can't move him and it may be the only recourse. I will be there but it sounds like he doesn't have much time. I have a fracture to set, then I will be on my way. Pam, if you operate, it's better than watching him die from a ruptured appendix." With sagging shoulders, Pam started back to the cabin carrying the emergency medical kit from the Bronco. Reaching the door she knocked and Rachel let her in, the girl looked up. "Paw's, worse. He's goin to die isn't he?" In a tone that brokered no argument Pam insisted, "No, he's not." She
held the little girl's gaze a moment longer then took off her coat and
handed it to her. "I need you to boil some water for me, can you do that?"
Rachel nodded, and was off to complete her task. That done, she
briskly made her way over to Martha. "Jane will be up in a little while." The woman looked at her, Martha's eyes were crazed as she blurted out, "What about Ned?! Someone has to do something!"
Pam attempted to appease her. "When Jane gets here . . ." Before she could finish her sentence, Pam found herself looking into the barrel of the rifle that Martha Larsen was holding with deadly intention on her face.
