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"What good is panicking going to do?" I asked.
He let out a sigh of relief, "Stacy and I… I mean, I was worried that you'd be disappointed."
"Disappointed?" I asked. "Well, I am a little. But I'm doing okay, I still have the return tickets so I'll be on my way then."
Damn you, Lady Luck!
I knew something was definitely off considering how everything was going well. I was actually anticipating something worse. Being told to go home after coming a long way not only was embarrassing, but it was frustrating.
I managed to grin, but I wasn't going to sacrifice any pizza for Lady Luck. My luck had probably caused Dr Sullivan some troubles. I needed to apologize and leave.
"Wait, you aren't leaving, you're still a part of the program," he said.
"But you said, there's no nurse transfer for me," I reminded him.
"Yes I did say that, but there's no way I'd let you leave empty handed," he said. "I'll be transferring you to another hospital not too far from here. My brother owns it. You can rest here for a bit before leaving. I can get you a meal or something."
I looked at the document he handed me. I was being transferred to The Good Heart hospital.
"They do…" I started to ask.
"Mostly transplants, but it is basically a normal hospital," he answered my question.
"Alright then," I sighed. "Thank you, Dr. Sullivan."
"Please, there are three Sullivan doctors. Just call me Ethan," he said.
"Thank you, Ethan," I said and smiled.
"Much better. Stacy, could you take her to where she'd get her lunch?" he asked but turned and she wasn't there.
Awkward.
"I know where she's going to go," the receptionist lady said, nervously.
"Nah, it's okay," I said with a smile. "Let me get to the hospital quickly. I'm assuming there's no hotel room?"
He looked at the receptionist and back to me. He signaled for me to come closer. He whispered into my ear, "You'll be sleeping at his house. Just for a week until we can get an available hotel room. Don't let anyone know."
"Is he okay with this?" I whispered back.
"Yes, he is," he assured me, returned to his sitting posture, and spoke in a normal voice, "Sorry about the stress, but I'll make up for it in whatever way I can."
"Thank you," I said before turning to leave. "Good luck with whatever it is you're going through."
"Thanks," he said as the former expression returned to his face.
I felt bad for him but I needed to leave as soon as possible. Whenever my bad luck started, it had a way of going on a roll.
*****
I found the hospital. I was exhausted and hungry, wondering why I didn't take Ethan's offer and had some food.
"I don't even know who I'm going to meet," I said as I looked through the document.
The only lead I had was a name: Dr. B. Sullivan. I decided to just go in there and ask to see the boss, wave the documents around, and demand to be fed.
"Will Daddy let me hold a syringe?" a very familiar voice asked.
