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“And how long will that take?” the little girl counters.
Astoria doesn’t reply for a long moment. “As long as it takes, Sarah. As long as it takes until you feel better and your tummy doesn’t hurt anymore.”
Sarah sighs softly. “I hate being sick.”
“Yeah, it’s not a picnic.” Astoria laughs.
“Thank you, Doctor Tori.”
“For what?”
“For taking care of me,” the little girl replies.
“I’m your doctor honey. That’s my job. Yours is to relax and focus on getting better ok?”
There’s some quiet for a minute or two before I hear some more rustling.
“I have to go home now. It’s pretty late and you should be sleeping. Right now, there’s probably a very angry man waiting for me downstairs.”
Sarah laughs. “Why is he angry?”
“Because I’m late. He hates it when I’m late but between me and you, he hates everything,” she chuckles.
“But you’re doing your job. He should understand.”
Astoria sighs. “He should, but I doubt he will.”
Great. Way to make me feel good about myself.
“You on the other hand, are a bright young lady who is asking way too many questions when you should be resting. Goodnight, I will be here to check on you tomorrow,” she says.
It takes me a moment to realize Astoria’s already walking out. When her eyes land on me, they widen. I quickly close my hand over her opened mouth before she can scream. I doubt Sarah’s the only kid in there. I pull her toward the wall and step in front of her. After a few seconds, I raise an eyebrow in question, and she nods to tell me she’s composed herself.
I release the hand covering her mouth and she immediately hits my chest. My eyes narrow.
“What the hell are you doing here?” she whisper-shouts.
“You wouldn’t pick up your phone.”
“So you decided to go stalking about a hospital?”
“I was looking for you.”
“And you were eavesdropping. What did you hear?”
“Nothing. Let’s go,” I tell her. “You can explain why you decided to leave your phone wherever the hell you left it.”
She follows me as I start walking down the hallway toward her office. When we arrive, I cross my arms and wait for her to open it. She does. I don’t follow her inside but when she exits, she has taken off her white coat and a purse slung over her shoulder. She peers at me.
“I still want to know what you heard.”
“Let’s go, Doctor Bianchi.”
“Oh, so it’sDoctorBianchi now, is it?”
“Yes,” I say without looking at her as I head for the elevators.
For some reason, after listening to her conversation with that little girl, I’m not sure how to act around her anymore.
