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I don’t think I’d had a proper date since before starting to work at the clinic. There’d been a short period of time a year ago where an old flame from my residency days came back into my life and made for some easy, casual fun.
But actual dating?
No.
Hell, I didn’t even have time for that easy, casual fun anymore.
“Look, I’m no medical professional or anything,” he said, smirking, “But I hear orgasms are good for your bodyandyour mental health.”
“And what makes you thinkdatingis an effective way for a woman to get an orgasm?” I asked, making a chuckle escape him.
“That’s… probably fair,” Michael agreed.
“How’s it looking out there?” I asked, nodding toward the door.
“Slow.”
“Damnit! Why did you just say that?” I grumbled, leaning forward to lightly hit my forehead on the edge of the desk. “You know what happens now.”
Because there were three things you could count on in the medical field.
Despite there being no scientific reason for it, the full moon filled the waiting room.
Flu season was a nightmare.
And the second you said things were slow, you were going to get absolutely slammed.
“You owe me for this, you jerk,” I called as I watched Michael gather his things a few hours later. His shift was long over. And I owed him credit for staying an hour over it to help.
“I’ll bring you an extra decadent coffee tomorrow. But I need to go earn that ceiling repair in exam room one,” he said with a twinkle in his eye.
I’m not proud to admit this, but it made me uncomfortable when Michael didn’t work the late nights with me. He had a strict one-month on, one-month off policy about it that I had to respect. But I liked having an extra man around the clinic at night.
Sure, we had our security guard.
But, I mean, he was just a guy earning a salary, not an actual trained professional.
And the current new night nurse was sweet as pumpkin pie, five-foot-nothing that a slight breeze could blow over.
She definitely wasn’t going to be the one helping me hold down a thrashing patient.
I really liked her, but she wasn’t going to last.
She was too nice, too soft, too green.
Clinics like this one, they weren’t meant for those right out of medical or nursing school.
This was the place where hardened professionals ended up, people who were used to operating in sub-optimal conditions, people who didn’t take a slap from a patient or a brutal scolding to heart.
She’d only been around two weeks, and I’d already caught her in the break room crying five times.
I guess I was going to spend my day off cleaning, running errands, and looking through resumes on line. See if someone, anyone, would return my emails to work for shitty pay in a crummy area where they were going to need to get creative with their care thanks to the unreliable supplies.
“Alright. What’s up next?” I mumbled to myself as I looked up at the whiteboard.
It had been nonstop.
Dislocated shoulder here, sinus infection there. And then all the kids spiking fevers at night, like they all liked to do. It was a harbinger of a rough flu season, I could feel it in my bones.
