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"No, that's all." He grinds out, and I give him a polite smile. On the outside, I'm as cool as a cucumber, but on the inside I'm screaming in victory.
Nyla, one. Dr. Douche, zero.
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How cansomeone infuriate me so damn fast?
My first impression of Nurse Thimble was so wrong. She may be innocent looking, but I'm starting to think she's a test from the almighty himself, just to see how much I can handle before I lose my shit.
For the rest of the day, while the clinic portion of the hospital is open, it's more of the same. She seems to be getting a kick out of trying to insert herself into my process. The only lining that I can see to this storm cloud is that she'll be gone in a few months and I can get back on with my life.
The minute the clinic is closed, I rush out of there, almost desperate to get away from her. I'm confident if we spend any time alone I'm not going to be able to hold back what I really want to say to her and that's that she’s intrusive, presumptuous and honestly just gets on my damn nerves. I'm supposed to be the head doctor here at Grand River, so saying something like that to a new nurse wouldn't be very professional.
I get in my car and take a few deep breaths, trying to get myself back under control. I've got more important things to think about, including getting at least three new doctors in here. We were running at the very limit with only five doctors on staff, we can't handle more days like today with only four.
I lean my head back in my car and watch as the door to the clinic opens back up and Nyla walks out with her duffle bag slung over her shoulder and her phone in her hand. I look to see what car she gets in, but she doesn't stop in the parking lot, but walks out onto the sidewalk and gets into a cab. I wonder how she got here if she doesn't have a car.
The thought flits out of my mind when my own phone rings and I look down at the display to see it's Tripp.
I answer the phone on the second ring.
"Hello." I croak out, rubbing my fingers over the bridge of my nose trying to get the migraine which started to form the minute Nurse Thimble walked in the door to go away.
"I'm not taking no for an answer. Get off your ass and come with me to the bar." He says getting right to the point. "Oh, good god, I wouldn't mind falling into her once or twice." Tripp says over the line, and I let out a joyless chuckle.
"What the hell are you talking about? Who's her?"
He brings his attention back to the call, "Oh nothing, we got a new flight attendant, that uniform fits her just right." He says like a true creep.
"For once, can you try to keep your fucking dick in your pants? I don't want to have to give you a shot in your ass cause you've come down with the clap or something like that." I reprimand him, and he goes silent for a second.
"Honestly man, what's the point of having a doctor for a best friend if I can't get the clap a few times, and have you fix me right up. You're going to need to work on your best friend etiquette." he scoffs, and for the first time in who knows how long I actually laugh. It feels good, and abruptly I realize this is exactly what I need.
"Listen, you back in Delaware already?"
"Yeah, man, we just touched down."
"Cool, I can't go to the bar, I'm on call until midnight but come over, you can drink at my house, and it's free." " I say and turn the ignition on my car.
"Copy that. Give me a few." He says, and before he hangs up, I hear Tripp trying to get the attention of whatever woman he was with at the time.
Tripp Pulcher is the anti-Nic Dracos. He and I couldn't be more different, but for some reason the college rooming system decided to put us together.
At first, we didn't get along at all. Our animosity for each other came to a head when we realized that I was Greek, and he was of Roman descent. Apparently, he thought the Greeks and Romans had a blood feud that could never be squashed. We fought. Neither of us able to get the upper hand, and we wound up calling it a tie. He came back that day with pizza, and we've been best friends since then.
No matter how many times I do some fucked up asshole shit, Tripp never seems bothered by it. It's almost as if my bite has no effect on him, which is exactly what I need right now. I don't get to see him as often as before because he's a big time commercial pilot now, and he's all over the world, but anytime he's in town he always comes over to hang out. I need a little downtime if I'm going to get over the day I've had with the she devil, Nyla Thimble.
* * *
Three hours later, Tripp knocks on my door.
I open it up to see him standing there with his shirt untucked, his hair messy and mysterious red swipes of color on his wrist and collar.
"What the fuck, man, did you get hit by a car? " I ask backing up to let him in the house.
"No, I did get rolled by a hot young stewardess, though.”
