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It's a question the father may ask, so I need to know.
She gives me a proud smile for asking before stating,
"It's intact. If she wishes, she should still be able to carry again and to full term."
I nod my head, then head towards the waiting room while they take her upstairs, when someone grips my arm tightly, digging their fingernails into it. I turn to see Cassidy, the bitchy nurse who thinks she's, above all, scowling at me.
I raise a brow at her.
"Unless you want me to report you to H.R. for marking my arm, get off me now."
Her eyes widen, and she does as I ask while looking at me with hate. I don't know what I did, but since I started here, she's had it out for me, which is ridiculous when I've barely said two fricking words to her.
"I'll handle the family. You take Mrs. Lars."
Then she proceeds to slam a clipboard into my chest while snatching mine, and before I can protest, she's already marching into the waiting room. I shake my head. That woman shouldn't even be a nurse; she has no compassion whatsoever.
I go to cubicle four, not willing to allow this patient to wait any longer than she's probably already made them wait, and I announce,
"Knock, knock."
I go in and smile at the elderly couple sitting on the bed.
"Hello, my name is Melanie, and I've come to take a look at the laceration on your head."
Mr. Lars smiles at me and says, "Well, you're a much nicer nurse than the other."
His wife smacks his arm, and I giggle before I look at her forehead to see a deep gash there.
"Ouch, how on earth did you manage to do that?"
I ask as I put my gloves on and start to gently prod around them to ensure there's no nerve damage. She winces, so that's good. Mrs. Lars gives a sly smirk to her husband; her brown eyes shine with mischief, and I look at him to see him grinning, and my eyes widen.
"I don't want to know, do I?"
They both chuckle when Mrs. Lars states, "Deary, we were old, not dead. I have to keep the spark in the bedroom alive. Just don't do a 69 on a swing; it's definitely more dangerous than the books say." My face turns beetroot red,and they both laugh at me while I pat my cheeks with the backs of my hands, and they laugh harder while I shake my head at them.
"Alright, you two laughing hyenas, I'm going to go and get the kit I need to stitch this up for you."
They laugh harder, and I smile, going to Cassidy's trolly, but the smile soon drops when I open the drawer.
I scowl. It's basically empty.
That fricking woman, I swear.
Sighing, I shake my head before going to the storage cupboard where we keep our kits, but I end up with more than I bargained for when I get the shock of my life.
Well, no wonder she wanted to speak to the family.
Cassidy is bent over, her nurse dress over her hips, hands gripping the metal shelving unit, while a man who must be over 6 feet, hair in a man bun, wearing a tight t-shirt and a leather vest over it, is fucking Cassidy from behind. His jeans are only halfway down his ass as he thrusts into her while looking my way when I enter, and his gray eyes sparkle when he sees me.
"Hey, beautiful, what's your name?"
I can't help but widen my eyes.
He's still thrusting into her all while she moans like a fucking porn star, and he's... hitting on me? Are you fucking serious right now?
I look around the closet and notice the kit I need on top of a blanket, and I decide I can grab that, too, so I can place it on Mrs. Lars' lap. Scowling, I turn to the man with sarcasm dripping in my voice and state, "Not hers, please continue," before I grab the blanket and kit I need and walk out without looking back, all while my face is red with blush and my heart is racing.
