Angellica
Six Months Later- NYC
“Call it,” the ER doctor in the bay with us says, defeated. “Time of death 2307.”
“No!” I scream. Furiously pumping my tired arms over a tiny little body in an effort to keep her heart pumping.
“It’s over, Angie,” Dr. Smith says to me. But I just shake my head. My arms still working overtime. I know, if I just keep going, I can save this kid. I can’t lose this kid. “Clear the room,” he says to the rest of the trauma team.
But I can’t stop. It’s like if I lose this one kid, I have lost them all. I see horrors of all kinds as a Pediatric Trauma nurse in one of the largest hospitals in New York. But this one, was different. This child was thrown from a vehicle his parents crashed after having one too many glasses of wine at dinner. This child could have been saved if they would have just taken the train. Or a cab. God knows there are tons of them here. I choke back a sob and a tear burns down my face.
“Angie, let go,” Dr. Smith says from behind me, his hands on my shoulders.
Dr. Smith is such a nice guy. A little older than me, wife and kids. How he balances all the bad with the good I will never know. But he is right, I need to let go. So I nod my head and let go. I decide to try his brand of balance and look for my boyfriend, Dr. Joseph Alexander, to soothe my frayed edges. Technically, he’s my boss here, but he keeps me going. He doesn’t let me falter. Doesn’t let me give up. And keeps me really fucking busy.
I tear off my gloves and mask, tossing them in the appropriate receptacle and with one last look at Dr. Smith, I walk out of the ER bay and down the hall. I stop at the nurse’s station to see if I can find him.
“Have you seen, Dr. Alexander?” I ask Marie, our seasoned head nurse and mom to all. She looks me hard in the eyes before seeming to come to a decision of some kind. She nods once.
“I saw him go into the on call room,” she tells me. I smile my thanks to her but she doesn’t return it for one reason or another. Weird.
I make my way down the hall. This is right. I just need a hug from my partner in life, some reassurance, and everything will be ok. I round the corner and come up to the on call room where doctors and nurses can catch a break while on long shifts. I open the door and stop in my tracks.
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I say. And fucking is definitely an appropriate choice of words because my boyfriend, Dr. Joseph Alexander, is plowing Nurse Erin from behind in a way that would make a Midwestern farm boy proud.
“Do you mind?” She whines. Neither of them are looking to see who is watching their liaison.
“Uhh, yeah, I fucking mind!” I shout, slamming the door open against the wall so it makes a sharp crack. Now, that, Joe notices.
“Oh, Angie, it’s not what you think,” he says to me. I tip my head to the side trying to understand the words that are coming from his mouth as he humps the slutty nurse.
“You want to try that again, when your dick isn’t deep in the hospital slut,” I snap. Erin growls. And that asshole is still moving his body in and out of hers. Granted it’s slower than before, but he doesn’t even have the nerve to stop after he’s been caught.
“Actually, I’d kind of like to finish up here,” he snaps back. Erin snickers. “And I’ve been meaning to catch up with you, but I think we should open our relationship up to other people. Would you like to join us?” Umm, say what?
How has my life gotten this crazy? How is it that I am at a juncture in my life where my exclusive boyfriend is asking me if I want to hop into a threesome with him and the bitch I just caught him cheating on me with? Yeah, buddy, I’ll get right on that. Uhhh, no. Not just no, but hell no. And also, now looking in from the outside, I can see, Joe really does have kind of a small dick. And he is probably the worst boyfriend in the history of the world. So, I do what any self-respecting woman would do. I take my phone out of my pocket and slide the little camera icon up and snap a bunch of amazingly unattractive pictures of Erin and Joe and Joe’s very tiny penis.
“Yeah, I don’t think I’m going to be available,” I say calmly. “And I quit.”
“Now, just a minute, you can’t quit,” Joe tells me. “This hospital needs you. I need you. Are you going to quit me too?”
“Oh, you betcha, effective immediately,” I smile. “You should have thought about that when you started this. You know, I had come to find you because I had a really tough case and I needed to talk with my boyfriend, but more importantly, my boss, and both were unavailable.” I wave vaguely at their disgusting display. I distractedly start typing on the keyboard on my phone as I turn around and head to the nurses station. My shift is about over so I don’t feel bad about cutting out early, they’ll be fine.
“Oh, and Joe, you might want to get that lesion on your dick looked at. It’s not looking so good,” I toss over my shoulder as I reach the door. Erin let’s out a little shriek and tries to pull away and they both fall off the cot onto the hard floor. I can’t help but laugh.
I make my way over to the nurse’s station and sit down at one of the computers. I start with a new document and attach a picture and a handy little caption about the world’s largest dick having the smallest actual dick and to watch your backs because he’s one whoopsies away from a sexual harassment lawsuit or Venereal Disease. Whichever comes first. And then I hit print times one hundred copies.
“You ok, hon?” Marie asks me.
“Oh, I’m just peachy,” I say in a way she knows that I am not as I carry on with my super important, bridge burning task.
I pick up the stapler and make sure it’s full, almost like checking the magazine on a gun. I am locked and loaded, baby. And maybe just a bit unhinged. I grab my stack of handy flyers and start stapling them up randomly all over the ER, the nurse’s station, the halls, the elevator. I even taped a bunch to the on call room. The whole time, Marie is watching me with a smirk on her face.
“You should know, Marie, Joe and I are no longer together,” I inform her.
“You don’t say, doll?” She says in a way I know she sees all.
“Oh, and you should also know that I no longer work here. Effective immediately,” I tell her honestly.
