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sleeping on the roof.
I’m still staring at the buttons when the elevator doors slide closed. I am so frustrated right now. I have only maybe two hours to sleep right now and I’m probably going to have to spend an hour of that time searching for the call room. If I find it at all.
Maybe I should just sleep on the couch in the resident lounge. Yes, it’s disgusting. But at this point, I could just about sleep standing up. Maybe I’ll just curl up right here in the elevator.
The doors to the elevator slide open and in walks Sexy Surgeon. It gives me some small degree of satisfaction to see he looks kind of tired too. His blue eyes are a little less bright and he’s got dark circles under them. But he still manages a wide smile when he sees me.
“Medicine Intern!” he says. He’s lucky I’m too tired to punch him. “How’d you survive your first call?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumble.
He laughs. “You can’t be worse than our new interns.”
I recall how Sexy Surgeon yelled at that woman in the ER. I guess there may be more painful things than having Alyssa as my senior resident.
“Hey,” I say. “Do you know where the call rooms are?”
He nods. “Eighth floor.”
I point to the elevator buttons. “And how exactly do I get to the eighth floor?”
“Oh, the elevator doesn’t go there, of course,” he says. Of course. “I mean, do you want patients’ families randomly wandering into our call rooms?”
“I guess not,” I grumble. “Well, how do you get there, then?”
“Elevator to seven, then go up the stairs,” Sexy Surgeon says. He smiles at me. “I’m headed there myself. I’ll show you the way.”
I don’t know if it’s a show for my benefit, but Sexy Surgeon still seems to have a whole lot of energy for four in the morning. When we get to the stairs, he takes them two or three at a time up the two flights to the eighth floor. I’m taking them one at a time, clinging to the banister. I hear him yelling at the top, “Pick up the pace, Medicine Intern!”
Compared to the rest of the hospital, the eighth floor is eerily quiet and dimly lit. There are no monitors beeping, no nurses rushing around, and no weird smells either. All I can hear is a low hum of the air conditioning. There are rows of doors, each labeled with a different designation. As I walk down the hall with Sexy Surgeon, he points out a room labeled “Senior Surgery Resident.”
“That’s me,” he says.
“Oh,” I say.
“Yours is probably down the hall somewhere,” he says. He winks at me, “Of course, you’re welcome to join me in here.”
Oh my God, I can’t believe he just said that to me. I have been awake for a billion hours and so has he and he’s actually hitting on me? What an arrogant jerk. This is too insulting for words.
“Yeah, right,” I say. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Sure I do,” he says.
“Okay. What is it?”
I can see I’ve got him, but he still manages a cocky grin. “It’s Medicine Intern.”
Is this guy for real? “No, it’s not.”
“ Um… Michelle?”
“No.”
“Ingrid?”
“No!”
“Aphrodite?”
“Please stop guessing.”
“Fine,” he says. “What’s your name?”
I hesitate. I don’t want to get to know this guy, but then again, he’s definitely helped me out a bunch of times tonight. And I don’t want to be a bitch. Anyway, he’ll figure it out soon enough.
“It’s Jane,” I say.
“Hi, Jane,” he says. “I’m Ryan.” He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head in the direction of his call room. “So… now that we know each other…”
“Go to hell, Ryan,” I say.
He laughs . “Oh, well. Worth a try, right?”
Ryan disappears into his call room. As the door slams shut, I feel the tiniest twinge of… I don’t know. Definitely not regret. The foremost thing on my mind right now is sleep.
Actually, it’s too late now, but maybe Ryan could have helped me out with locating Dr. Reilly. I’d
I’m still staring at the buttons when the elevator doors slide closed. I am so frustrated right now. I have only maybe two hours to sleep right now and I’m probably going to have to spend an hour of that time searching for the call room. If I find it at all.
Maybe I should just sleep on the couch in the resident lounge. Yes, it’s disgusting. But at this point, I could just about sleep standing up. Maybe I’ll just curl up right here in the elevator.
The doors to the elevator slide open and in walks Sexy Surgeon. It gives me some small degree of satisfaction to see he looks kind of tired too. His blue eyes are a little less bright and he’s got dark circles under them. But he still manages a wide smile when he sees me.
“Medicine Intern!” he says. He’s lucky I’m too tired to punch him. “How’d you survive your first call?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I mumble.
He laughs. “You can’t be worse than our new interns.”
I recall how Sexy Surgeon yelled at that woman in the ER. I guess there may be more painful things than having Alyssa as my senior resident.
“Hey,” I say. “Do you know where the call rooms are?”
He nods. “Eighth floor.”
I point to the elevator buttons. “And how exactly do I get to the eighth floor?”
“Oh, the elevator doesn’t go there, of course,” he says. Of course. “I mean, do you want patients’ families randomly wandering into our call rooms?”
“I guess not,” I grumble. “Well, how do you get there, then?”
“Elevator to seven, then go up the stairs,” Sexy Surgeon says. He smiles at me. “I’m headed there myself. I’ll show you the way.”
I don’t know if it’s a show for my benefit, but Sexy Surgeon still seems to have a whole lot of energy for four in the morning. When we get to the stairs, he takes them two or three at a time up the two flights to the eighth floor. I’m taking them one at a time, clinging to the banister. I hear him yelling at the top, “Pick up the pace, Medicine Intern!”
Compared to the rest of the hospital, the eighth floor is eerily quiet and dimly lit. There are no monitors beeping, no nurses rushing around, and no weird smells either. All I can hear is a low hum of the air conditioning. There are rows of doors, each labeled with a different designation. As I walk down the hall with Sexy Surgeon, he points out a room labeled “Senior Surgery Resident.”
“That’s me,” he says.
“Oh,” I say.
“Yours is probably down the hall somewhere,” he says. He winks at me, “Of course, you’re welcome to join me in here.”
Oh my God, I can’t believe he just said that to me. I have been awake for a billion hours and so has he and he’s actually hitting on me? What an arrogant jerk. This is too insulting for words.
“Yeah, right,” I say. “You don’t even know my name.”
“Sure I do,” he says.
“Okay. What is it?”
I can see I’ve got him, but he still manages a cocky grin. “It’s Medicine Intern.”
Is this guy for real? “No, it’s not.”
“ Um… Michelle?”
“No.”
“Ingrid?”
“No!”
“Aphrodite?”
“Please stop guessing.”
“Fine,” he says. “What’s your name?”
I hesitate. I don’t want to get to know this guy, but then again, he’s definitely helped me out a bunch of times tonight. And I don’t want to be a bitch. Anyway, he’ll figure it out soon enough.
“It’s Jane,” I say.
“Hi, Jane,” he says. “I’m Ryan.” He raises his eyebrows and cocks his head in the direction of his call room. “So… now that we know each other…”
“Go to hell, Ryan,” I say.
He laughs . “Oh, well. Worth a try, right?”
Ryan disappears into his call room. As the door slams shut, I feel the tiniest twinge of… I don’t know. Definitely not regret. The foremost thing on my mind right now is sleep.
Actually, it’s too late now, but maybe Ryan could have helped me out with locating Dr. Reilly. I’d
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