Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 342(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I blinked, then looked around, feeling my heart drop out of my chest.
Fuck.
Today was going to suck.
And it did.
By the time two o’clock rolled around, I was exhausted and starving.
I’d also run around doing every-fucking-thing for every-fucking-one.
And, of course, I ran into Marla on the way to the ER with a goddamn coffee in her hand.
I wanted a coffee.
I wanted a drink of any kind, really. But a coffee would be the best option if I had a choice.
“Hey, Marla. I need a lunch break soon,” I said.
Marla rolled her eyes, as if she couldn’t be bothered with me or my required-by-law lunch break. “I’ll see what I can do about that. But it’s not like I can really tell patients to stop needing X-rays while you take a lunch break.”
This bitch…
“No, I guess you can’t,” I said as the elevator doors opened. “But correct me if I’m wrong, but you are an X-ray tech yourself, right?”
The way I said it so sweetly caused her eyes to narrow.
But this was it. I’d had enough.
Her lack of caring for anyone but herself was getting to me.
We’d been short techs for the last six months because she was such a bitch that they quit—or didn’t even take the job after meeting with her.
Something had to be done, and there was one very common denominator in the entire equation.
Arriving in the ER, I wasn’t surprised to see it freakin’ hoppin’.
I walked to the patient’s room but was stopped in the hallway by a woman who was holding her IV pole in one hand, and her gown in the other.
She stepped out in front of me and said, “Baño?”
Shit.
“Uhhh,” I said as I looked around for the nurses. “Give me one second,” I said as I held up one finger.
Heading in the direction of two nurses chit-chatting at the end of the hall, I called out, “Excuse me?”
The two nurses stopped talking, turning to me as one. “There’s a patient standing behind me that needs help with the bathroom, and I can’t speak Spanish.”
I’d tried, of course, taking two classes in high school, then more in college. But I was doomed. I didn’t have the language gene, apparently.
I knew twelve words, tops, from two whole years of Spanish classes.
“Oh, that’s Elodie’s patient,” the first one said.
I nearly rolled my eyes.
I hated when that was said. I mean, be a decent human being and go help the woman, for Christ’s sake.
Rolling my eyes, I turned my back on the two nurses and headed for the nurses’ station, stopping in front of the charge nurse. Another bitch I couldn’t stand but had to deal with anyway.
“Polly,” I greeted her civilly. “There’s a patient in room two who needs help to the bathroom.”
Polly glanced up from her phone, a coffee in her hand, too, and said, “That’s Elodie’s patient.”
I gritted my teeth and turned, walking back to the patient. “I know you probably can’t understand this, but you can feel free to just pee in the middle of the floor. Someone might clean it up, but it sure the fuck won’t be one of these lazy nurses.”
With that, I walked away, feeling badly, but knowing I had a fifteen-month-old in room six who had swallowed something that they needed an x-ray of who needed my attention.
I wasn’t a nurse.
There was a reason I didn’t follow that path.
But I was compassionate, so if she still had issues when I got done, I’d show her to the bathroom.
My secret hope was that she pissed everywhere.
But that would also be mean to her actual nurse, Elodie, who was likely in another patient’s room doing her job. Unlike the three lazy nurses I’d just talked to.
Arriving in the room, I gave a huge fake smile and got to work.
When I was done, rolling out my huge machine with me, I headed for the mouth of the ER and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him.
The patient from earlier was with her nurse as I walked by, and I was happy to see the woman looked a whole lot happier than when I’d left her.
I tried to keep my head down as I headed toward Quincy but stopped dead all over again when a man who looked exactly like Quincy shifted to my right.
And another was talking up Polly just to his right.
Triplets.
He’d said he was a triplet.
But hearing and seeing were two different things.
Man, if I had the same ‘why choose’ fantasy other readers had, this would be the perfect scenario.
As it was, I was convinced rather quickly that they were all like Quincy.
Quincy, who was dressed much the same as earlier, minus his hat.
He was also talking to those two bitchy nurses.
I rolled right on past them out the doors of the ER.
But I didn’t escape.
Quincy called my name, and I sped up my walk to a near jog.