I smile and say, “It is in my duty of care to ensure you get the utmost care possible, and besides, when you finally die, you’ll rot in hell.”
The guard snorts while Mr. Dary sneers, “You’re only acting tough because I'm chained to this bed!”
I cap off his catheter and stand before I give the man my whole attention, and I state, “Or, hear me out, my big brother is the secretary of the Carnage MC so I’ve met scarier men than you,” the man freezes while his guard grins wide as I lean forward and I sneer, “and my husband is the VP!”
Okay, fair enough I’ve filed for divorce, and by the lack of response from said husband, he’s agreeing with it. I think that is what is breaking me even more because stupidly I was hoping he’d fight for me, that he’d show me the feelings weren’t one-sided, but this man doesn’t know that.
“How is Cage doing?” the guard asks as I straighten from a pale-looking inmate, and I give the man a smile, not surprised with the fact that he knows Cage, and admit, “He’s the president, has a wife, an adorable little girl he named Angela, and has a little boy on the way.”
The guard physically relaxes as he confirms, “He’s healing?” and I nod and say, “He is, and he’s happy.”
The guard gives me a soft smile, and I smile in return before I curl my lip at the man in the bed, before turning and then walking out with his urine for the nurses to test for drugs.
He was attacked yesterday, stabbed in the back, and the man was hoping to be placed in the hospital for a few weeks. He was pissed off when he was told it was superficial, and he’d just have to wear a catheter for a few weeks instead, which he can have in prison where he will be returning tomorrow.
He’s currently on death row and was probably hoping to be able to escape.
"Just because you’re a club brat doesn’t mean you’re safe from me," he says, snapping out of his stupor as I open the door.
I turn to him, smile sweetly, and say, "Honey, I could probably have a knife in your neck before you even move a muscle to try and hurt me!"
His throat visibly bobs as he swallows as his guard chuckles beside him, and I wave as I walk out of the room.
“Oh, Clark, I have no idea how you are not scared of that man,” Amber, the head nurse, gasps as she quickly gloves up and takes the urine sample from me, and I smile slightly.
“I’m a club brat,” I repeat the nasty man's words, and her kind blue eyes widen slightly before she nods.
“You’re used to scary,” she hums, and I chuckle slightly, even if it is forced.
“Something like that,” I admit before I say, “I’m going to go wash my hands, then go on my break.”
“Oh yes, of course, go, go, you’ve worked extremely hard these past few months,” she says before she goes to the lab.
I flinch before I mutter, “Not by choice…”
Dr. Bitch, aka Dr. Lavish, is still trying to put more on my schedule and that isn’t going to work with my new childcare needs. Unlike what I said to Amber, who is an absolute darling, I’m off to see the chief—well, after I wash my hands.
I will be leaving in time to pick Willow up this time. I’m hoping she will be in a better mood this afternoon, every day this week, I’ve had nothing but attitude and tears.
This morning, after I picked her up from Drew, where she had spent the night with her father, she told me she hated me and wanted to live with her daddy.
Apparently, she overheard my mother cursing at my brother, who had gone to see Cage and refused to let her in after she followed him before I arrived to pick Willow up.
I’ve broken our family, that’s what Willow said—words from my mom—just because I filed for divorce. I’m finally putting myself first and refusing to be told to stay in a one-sided marriage while the other side starts a family with someone else.
I know she doesn’t like the apartment. I know change can be hard sometimes. Even though it broke my heart just as much as leaving Trick did, I know she didn’t mean it and I’m hoping she’ll settle.
Is it pathetic that I’m heartbroken after filing for divorce? That I didn’t realize my feelings until it was too late? Yeah it is but it is also for the best.
Or, that is what I keep telling myself anyway…
***
I sigh as I carefully shut the office door forty minutes later, the tension in my shoulders slowly releasing.
After explaining the situation with Dr. Lavish, the threats she’s made, which have all been made on CCTV, so it wasn’t just my word against hers, Chief decided to put me on a fixed schedule.
Monday to Friday, I’ll work eight until two thirty, and I’ll have to work one Sunday a month. The nurse in charge will assure my workload stays within that time limit, so I’ll be home with Willow more. During school holidays, I’m to work the weekends, and he’ll make sure Trick is off.
