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As I thought, something was definitely wrong with me now.
Chapter three
It Starts with a Kiss
Stacy
“So how is work going?” my father asked over the phone.
I made it a habit to check in with him periodically, so I wouldn’t get any surprise about the hospital closing down.
“It’s been going great,” I answered honestly as I read the medical records of a patient I had just finished attending to. “Did you get the beds?”
“I was surprised to see them,” he replied. “We’ve replaced the old ones. Thank you.”
“I told you I was going to do something about the hospital’s current state,” I said, feeling smug.
"Indeed you did," he said. I could feel the happiness in his voice. Little moments like this convinced me that I was doing the right thing.
"I'll come visit as soon as possible," I promised. "Can you hang in there until that happens?"
"Well, I'll try," he said and let out a sigh.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"What?" he feigned ignorance. "There's nothing wrong, I'm perfectly fine. There's nothing on my mind at all."
"Saying it like that doesn't make you sound any more convincing," I pointed out.
"Good evening, Dr. Roberts," one of the nurses greeted me as I walked past her.
I replied with a smile and a nod, and continued making my way to my destination, Ethan's office. We started preparing for the nurse exchange program. I managed the meetings and Ethan involved the stakeholders. After my medical work for the day, I conducted reviews with him just to be sure everything was in place and on schedule.
"Fine, I'll admit it," Father sighed. "It's just that I'm half expecting you to actually visit with a boyfriend or something."
"Are you serious right now, Dad?" I groaned as I rubbed my eyelids in frustration.
"You see? That's why I said there's nothing wrong," he said.
"I told you that I'm not really interested," I reminded him.
"I find that hard to believe," he said, stubbornly. "You mean to tell me that there's not a single person in that hospital that has caught your interest."
The last time my father had asked me a similar question was when he wanted to know if I had any types in Glen, but it was hard picturing myself with any man from the town as a love interest. But as he asked the question, it was so easy to imagine Ethan.
"Why the pause? Is there someone after all?" I could hear the glimmer of hope in his voice.
"No there isn't," I replied.
"Are you sure?" he asked. He knew I was lying.
"I am positively sure," I replied as I opened Ethan's door.
I saw him half naked about to change out of his scrubs into another choice of clothing. He was sweating, and the light bounced off the beads of liquid on his body, causing him to glisten. There was a tattoo of a scalpel on his left abdomen. His body looked bigger without the clothes.
He turned toward the door, and my eyes went lower, focusing on his sweaty stomach. My body refused to move; it was occupied trying to control the pounding of my heart. My face heated up as I noticed he was staring at me with a confused expression.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
