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Authors: Emma Thorne
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day’s agenda. This meeting was for a broader group of doctor’s.
“Nice sweater,” Dr. Mike said, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the one you keep at work?” He asked. I knew what he was asking me, but I ignored it. Why did you use your emergency close stash Odessa? Where were you? Who were you with? Once again, I felt like an idiot for starting an office romance.
“I took that stuff home,” I said, taking a sip of coffee and resisting the urge to tell Dr. Mike that what I wore and who I fucked now were none of his business but that would have been disruptive.
“Come on Odessa, you can tell me what is going on,” he whispered as Marcia started to recap the hospital financials. “Looks like you had quite a night unless you’ve decided to start wearing heels to work.”
“So nice of you to notice my footwear, I’m trying to listen here, do you mind?” Screw him and his judgments.
I shifted my chair so my back was to Dr. Mike and focused on Marcia just as she summarized the details of Marco’s donation. So, Dr. Mike could tell I hadn’t slept at home. I hadn’t thought about that part of my plan. My backup clothes were known, known to the man I had previously been sleeping with. It was a stupid mistake but it was still none of his damn business what I did.
When Marcia called me to the front of the room to go through the week’s study results I just avoided eye contact with him.
“As you can see from the graph,” I said, quickly parsing through the curve. “Patients one through ten are all responding very well to the new protocol. We’ve seen reductions in tumor sizes across all patients. Patient three has shown particular improvements . . .” It was good news, something that distracted me from my worries about Marco and the night before. The new chemotherapy was helping these children live, it was making a difference.
I may not have known exactly what I was doing with Marco Amador, but I knew what my job was the minute I walked through the doors of that hospital. I was there to save lives, to help children fight a bit longer, maybe even beat their cancer into remission.
Besides I didn’t know Marco well enough to have real feelings for him. We’d had great sex, that was it. Great sex didn’t mean we felt anything but lust for each other, I hardly knew the man. I also wasn’t looking for a relationship. I wasn’t wired for happily ever after and I didn’t want to be.
If that’s true, then why did I care a gorgeous woman was drinking tea at his breakfast bar? I really wished that little voice in my head would take a rest.
I buried my conflicting emotions that day diving deep into work. I walked the halls, heel clicking, dodging Dr. Mike’s sad eyed stare focusing on my caseload and the patients that we were helping.
“Dr. Starr, these are for you,” one of the young candy stripers working the main desk called to me as I was heading to the lab to check on some results. The singsong quality of her voice made me think the news was good at least.
An enormous bouquet of flowers sat on the desk in front of her. There were hydrangeas, roses, and orchids tightly bundled together. It was a gorgeous and ridiculously expensive display of peaches and creams. I loved it, every glorious petal of that over the top flower arrangement.
“Thank you,” I said, cheeks burning as I unwrapped the plastic wrap and read the attached card.
Dinner tonight . . . 7:00 p.m.? - Marco. Followed by his number.
The strong lines of his writing made my knees go weak.
“Somebody has an admirer,” the young girl behind the desk sang, grinning at me.
I shrugged and smiled, my heart pounding as I picked up the flowers. I turned and almost smacked right into Dr. Mike. He cleared his throat and raised a single eyebrow as he stepped out of my way and walked past.
Once again, I’d managed to unintentionally piss off and probably hurt my ex-lover. I felt badly about Dr. Mike seeing the flowers, they were not the
“Nice sweater,” Dr. Mike said, raising an eyebrow. “Isn’t that the one you keep at work?” He asked. I knew what he was asking me, but I ignored it. Why did you use your emergency close stash Odessa? Where were you? Who were you with? Once again, I felt like an idiot for starting an office romance.
“I took that stuff home,” I said, taking a sip of coffee and resisting the urge to tell Dr. Mike that what I wore and who I fucked now were none of his business but that would have been disruptive.
“Come on Odessa, you can tell me what is going on,” he whispered as Marcia started to recap the hospital financials. “Looks like you had quite a night unless you’ve decided to start wearing heels to work.”
“So nice of you to notice my footwear, I’m trying to listen here, do you mind?” Screw him and his judgments.
I shifted my chair so my back was to Dr. Mike and focused on Marcia just as she summarized the details of Marco’s donation. So, Dr. Mike could tell I hadn’t slept at home. I hadn’t thought about that part of my plan. My backup clothes were known, known to the man I had previously been sleeping with. It was a stupid mistake but it was still none of his damn business what I did.
When Marcia called me to the front of the room to go through the week’s study results I just avoided eye contact with him.
“As you can see from the graph,” I said, quickly parsing through the curve. “Patients one through ten are all responding very well to the new protocol. We’ve seen reductions in tumor sizes across all patients. Patient three has shown particular improvements . . .” It was good news, something that distracted me from my worries about Marco and the night before. The new chemotherapy was helping these children live, it was making a difference.
I may not have known exactly what I was doing with Marco Amador, but I knew what my job was the minute I walked through the doors of that hospital. I was there to save lives, to help children fight a bit longer, maybe even beat their cancer into remission.
Besides I didn’t know Marco well enough to have real feelings for him. We’d had great sex, that was it. Great sex didn’t mean we felt anything but lust for each other, I hardly knew the man. I also wasn’t looking for a relationship. I wasn’t wired for happily ever after and I didn’t want to be.
If that’s true, then why did I care a gorgeous woman was drinking tea at his breakfast bar? I really wished that little voice in my head would take a rest.
I buried my conflicting emotions that day diving deep into work. I walked the halls, heel clicking, dodging Dr. Mike’s sad eyed stare focusing on my caseload and the patients that we were helping.
“Dr. Starr, these are for you,” one of the young candy stripers working the main desk called to me as I was heading to the lab to check on some results. The singsong quality of her voice made me think the news was good at least.
An enormous bouquet of flowers sat on the desk in front of her. There were hydrangeas, roses, and orchids tightly bundled together. It was a gorgeous and ridiculously expensive display of peaches and creams. I loved it, every glorious petal of that over the top flower arrangement.
“Thank you,” I said, cheeks burning as I unwrapped the plastic wrap and read the attached card.
Dinner tonight . . . 7:00 p.m.? - Marco. Followed by his number.
The strong lines of his writing made my knees go weak.
“Somebody has an admirer,” the young girl behind the desk sang, grinning at me.
I shrugged and smiled, my heart pounding as I picked up the flowers. I turned and almost smacked right into Dr. Mike. He cleared his throat and raised a single eyebrow as he stepped out of my way and walked past.
Once again, I’d managed to unintentionally piss off and probably hurt my ex-lover. I felt badly about Dr. Mike seeing the flowers, they were not the
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