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Chapter fourteen
Life Anew
Ethan
Describe new. "New" is a realm of possibility, a canvas awaiting the artist's first stroke. It is a blank page yearning for words to fill its void. It's the crisp morning air on an unexplored trail and the unopened book on the shelf whispering tales yet untold.
"New" is a fleeting spark of excitement, a rush of nerves, and the promise of uncharted territory. In the realm of experiences, "new" is the leap into the unknown. It's the first day at a job that holds the key to unimagined challenges and triumphs. It's the taste of exotic cuisine that dances on taste buds, evoking unanticipated flavors. It's the unfamiliar melody that captures the heart, inviting it to sway to rhythms never before encountered.
For me, it was this pounding of my heart whenever I saw her. It made me realize just how blind I had been before I realized something like “genuine love” existed for someone as clumsy as I was. Whenever I got to the hospital, her face was the one I looked forward to seeing before anyone else’s. And almost like the universe heard my inner prayers, whenever I arrived she would be the first I'd meet. She had a different choice of outfit each day under her white coat; each highlighted her curves properly while exuding an aura of professionalism.
For instance…
"Are you just going to stand there all day?" Stacy asked as she placed her hair behind her ear. She wore a black blouse and a matching skirt, without her usual lab coat. She was the most beautiful thing I had seen all day.
"Staring at you may have given me temporal paralysis," I said with the corniest smile I could offer.
She stared at me blankly; I could tell she was struggling to keep a straight face.
As she couldn't hold it in anymore, she let out the laughter and playfully punched my arm. "That was the cheesiest thing I've ever heard you say."
"So that's good, right?" I wiggled my brows.
"Maybe," she smirked. “Now, enough talk. Let's get to work."
I watched her walk away. Her hips swayed, gently and almost hypnotically, until she stopped walking.
"Mister," she called and covered her behind with her hands.
"Yeah?"
'"You're staring too hard," she replied.
"Well, it's hard not to," I sighed. "Your body keeps demanding that I Iook."
"Well, thank you for listening to her. But you're making me a little conscious," she said with a bashful expression. "Just not too hard, okay?"
Adorable. She's simply adorable.
"Yeah, I'll try," I said, offering no promises.
As she approached her office, she stopped and touched her behind, rubbing it sensually. She turned and revealed a seductive look in her eyes, almost as if she were taunting me.
Then she mouthed, "You're. Staring. Too. Hard," before going in.
At that moment, my staring was the hard part. I tried to calm myself by naming the different kinds of cells in the human body. It worked, and I tried not to think about her.
My phone rang; it was Ben.
"Yes?" I answered.
"Hmm? You sound different," he said.
"It’s your imagination," I replied and started heading for my station.
"Good morning doctor," some of the patients greeted.
I offered a warm smile and a nod in return and giggled in excitement.
