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in the hospital will be buzzing about it.”
Mandy held her hand up. “High-five sister! Congrats!”
Charity slapped Mandy’s hand.
“You don’t even look pregnant. I can’t believe it.” Mandy made a face. “That’s going to be hard. Having your baby while trying to do your residence.”
“I know. I wanted to try and get in as much as I could before and then take a bit of a break before I came back. You doing your boards this year?”
Mandy nodded. “You too?”
“I figured I would wait till next year. I need more surgery practice time and I have no idea what I would like to specialize in or how it’s all going to work once the baby’s born.”
“You don’t need to wait. You’re a good surgeon.”
She didn’t feel ready. Not even close. “We’ll see.” She flopped down into one of the hard plastic chairs and opened the first file. She glanced at the same file in front of Mandy. “Want to do these together? Maybe try and cut the written work in half?”
“Heck yeah!”
Three-quarters through Charity sent Elijah a text: Can you pick me up in half an hour? Maybe swing by our place first? My black dress is hanging in the closet, I can change here so we can head straight to my dad’s place. Pretty please?
Elijah replied: At your dad’s now. I’ll come grab you and then we can swing by the house.
Shoot! She should have figured he would head over there. Her dad had probably been texting both of them updates and if he had the whole afternoon off, he had most likely headed to their house after picking up steaks. She felt bad he had to come pick her up. She should have driven separately into work this morning. I can take the subway and then catch a cab. Saves you having to drive to come get me. It’s fine.
His reply came back instantly. It’s not okay, silly. You are not taking the subway. I’m already on my way. See you in 25min.
“Lover’s quarrel?” Mandy teased.
Charity rolled her eyes and tossed the next finished file into her pile. “Terrible, terrible fight.” She grinned.
“Those ones have the best make-up sex.” Mandy pointed her pen to Charity’s mid-section. “That’s probably where that came from.”
“Probably.” Charity opened the next file and made a face. “Ugh! This’ll kill the sex-buzz.”
Mandy opened her file and glanced over the page. “Yuck. I hear ya.”
They continued working through the files, reporting and finding courses of treatment, discussing what surgery, if required, would be needed.
They wrapped up, handed the assessed files back to the nurse's station and clocked out. Elijah was waiting for her just outside the resident’s locker room.
“Hello, Dr. TB,” he said when she stepped out. He wore a pair of jeans, a white shirt and leather jacket. Movie star hot man. He slipped his arm over her shoulder. “How was work today?”
“You don’t even want to know.”
“That bad?”
She waited until they were in the elevator alone. “Dr. Fulton called me into his office. He blew up because I left after surgery for my appointment.”
“Did you check with him yesterday or this morning before you left if it was alright?”
Charity frowned. Whose side was he on? “I thought we weren’t telling people.”
Elijah watched the red light change to lower numbers. “You should have cleared the appointment with him first. What happens if the surgery had run late? Would you have left midway through?”
She frowned. “Of course not. That’s how I missed last week’s appointment.” She stepped out of the elevator and waited for Elijah to lead her to where he had parked the car.
“You could have just told him you had an appointment.”
“I was gone fifteen minutes. Half the resident’s take longer bathroom breaks!” The conversation was sounding like déjà vu from earlier today.
“Doesn’t matter. They aren’t you.”
She threw her hands up in the air. “What is with all of you thinking I’m this particular goddess of life or
Mandy held her hand up. “High-five sister! Congrats!”
Charity slapped Mandy’s hand.
“You don’t even look pregnant. I can’t believe it.” Mandy made a face. “That’s going to be hard. Having your baby while trying to do your residence.”
“I know. I wanted to try and get in as much as I could before and then take a bit of a break before I came back. You doing your boards this year?”
Mandy nodded. “You too?”
“I figured I would wait till next year. I need more surgery practice time and I have no idea what I would like to specialize in or how it’s all going to work once the baby’s born.”
“You don’t need to wait. You’re a good surgeon.”
She didn’t feel ready. Not even close. “We’ll see.” She flopped down into one of the hard plastic chairs and opened the first file. She glanced at the same file in front of Mandy. “Want to do these together? Maybe try and cut the written work in half?”
“Heck yeah!”
Three-quarters through Charity sent Elijah a text: Can you pick me up in half an hour? Maybe swing by our place first? My black dress is hanging in the closet, I can change here so we can head straight to my dad’s place. Pretty please?
Elijah replied: At your dad’s now. I’ll come grab you and then we can swing by the house.
Shoot! She should have figured he would head over there. Her dad had probably been texting both of them updates and if he had the whole afternoon off, he had most likely headed to their house after picking up steaks. She felt bad he had to come pick her up. She should have driven separately into work this morning. I can take the subway and then catch a cab. Saves you having to drive to come get me. It’s fine.
His reply came back instantly. It’s not okay, silly. You are not taking the subway. I’m already on my way. See you in 25min.
“Lover’s quarrel?” Mandy teased.
Charity rolled her eyes and tossed the next finished file into her pile. “Terrible, terrible fight.” She grinned.
“Those ones have the best make-up sex.” Mandy pointed her pen to Charity’s mid-section. “That’s probably where that came from.”
“Probably.” Charity opened the next file and made a face. “Ugh! This’ll kill the sex-buzz.”
Mandy opened her file and glanced over the page. “Yuck. I hear ya.”
They continued working through the files, reporting and finding courses of treatment, discussing what surgery, if required, would be needed.
They wrapped up, handed the assessed files back to the nurse's station and clocked out. Elijah was waiting for her just outside the resident’s locker room.
“Hello, Dr. TB,” he said when she stepped out. He wore a pair of jeans, a white shirt and leather jacket. Movie star hot man. He slipped his arm over her shoulder. “How was work today?”
“You don’t even want to know.”
“That bad?”
She waited until they were in the elevator alone. “Dr. Fulton called me into his office. He blew up because I left after surgery for my appointment.”
“Did you check with him yesterday or this morning before you left if it was alright?”
Charity frowned. Whose side was he on? “I thought we weren’t telling people.”
Elijah watched the red light change to lower numbers. “You should have cleared the appointment with him first. What happens if the surgery had run late? Would you have left midway through?”
She frowned. “Of course not. That’s how I missed last week’s appointment.” She stepped out of the elevator and waited for Elijah to lead her to where he had parked the car.
“You could have just told him you had an appointment.”
“I was gone fifteen minutes. Half the resident’s take longer bathroom breaks!” The conversation was sounding like déjà vu from earlier today.
“Doesn’t matter. They aren’t you.”
She threw her hands up in the air. “What is with all of you thinking I’m this particular goddess of life or
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