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I pressed the dial. The phone rang and as expected, she didn't answer, no surprise there for me really. I tried again and again, and eventually it stopped ringing. She had blocked me.
"Why am I so stupid!" I yelled at myself, but there was no reply.
I didn't know why I was stupid. Was there no better way I could have approached her even if she was after my money. All I did was drop an accusation on her laps and expected her to just accept it like it was nothing.
I had messed up…badly.
"Ow…" I groaned and held my chest.
My heart hurt. It hurt so bad that I could actually feel it physically. I struggled to breathe. I needed to see her…to beg her for forgiveness. All I had to do was meet her in her office and talk to her. Of course, I quickly realized that there was a chance that she had already left the hospital, never to return again. It was no one's fault but mine.
There was a knock on the door. I straightened myself and forced myself to smile.
"Come in," I called.
Allison popped her head and looked at me. "I don't even know if I should ask if this is a good time for you."
"It's not," I replied instantly.
"Good, ‘cause I don't expect you to be having a good time after what just happened," she said with a frown. "What did you do?"
"Where is she now?" I ignored her question and asked mine.
"She's gone," she informed me and her shoulders dropped. "She took everything she owned."
"What?" I looked up at her. "What does that mean?"
"It's exactly what it means, sir," she said. "She's gone and is never coming back here again."
"Do you know where she is staying?" I asked.
"No. She isn't the type to tell people where she goes," she replied.
"Can you give me your phone? She's blocked me from reaching her," I noted.
"I can't risk her blocking me as well," she said as she got up to leave. "I'd advise you to look for her file. It has her address in it."
Why didn't I think of that?
Immediately after she left, I started to look for Stacy's file. I couldn't remember where I had put it. Never before, have I ever cursed my scatterbrained nature. I even started begging the universe to give me a second chance. But nothing.
I was called in to handle an emergency surgery and had to devote my attention to that.
****
The days that followed were competing for each other, becoming more and more chaotic. With Stacy gone, everything slipped back into how they were before she had helped me get a bearing on them. I was messing up the meetings, getting things wrong; it even seemed worse than before she started working here. As I went through my documents on my computer, I noticed a folder on the desktop.
It was namedEthan's Welfare.I opened the folder and there were different documents: Ethan's usual Monday to Friday Schedule. Who to contact for hospital stuff. Things you'd forget to do today.And a text document that was saved as “Read me first!”
I double clicked, and the file opened.
Ethan, you finally found this document. I made this folder to help you get a better grasp of things if I ever went on vacation or back to my own hospital. You don't have to force yourself to remember anything else besides remembering to open this folder every day.
You'll be able to get things mostly under control until I get back.
Sincerely, Stacy.
Even after she had left, she was still looking after me. What the hell have I done?
