Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
He didn’t check my pen.
No, instead he pulled a freakin’ pen out of his pocket, handed it to me, and waited while I tried to get my hands to work.
“T-thank you,” I murmured quietly, taking the pen gently.
His eyes were an intense blue. So freakin’ blue that they looked fake. They looked even bluer when you paired them with his tanned skin and black hair.
“Maybe next time you’ll be prepared for my class,” he murmured so softly that only Hadley and I could hear.
My face turned an intense shade of red, I was sure.
“I will. I’m sorry,” I mumbled.
We were supposed to have two pens. That’d been the instructions on the syllabus on the first day of class. Two pens. One blue, one black. Two pencils. Two highlighters. Two notebooks.
Two…in case one failed.
That’d been his instructions. Always be prepared. Bring two of everything. Always. Everything fails, so always have backup.
Gritting my teeth, I gave my friends a sideways look that clearly relayed that they were to behave, or I’d kill them, causing both of them to smile.
Elba was a very cute Latina girl who I met the first day of class, and she’d quickly become one of my very best friends. She was getting married in the fall after we graduated, and I was really happy for her.
“As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, your first clinical in the ER might be somewhat overwhelming. That’s to be expected. However, over time, you will learn the ropes, find your stride, and realize that it isn’t some big, scary place that will swallow you alive,” Dr. Tommy—I refused to call him Dr. Bones anymore—continued.
I started doodling on my paper, drawing curls and swirls around mine and Tallulah’s names.
I’d just made a fourth star when a large tanned hand came and snatched the pen out of my hand.
“I can see now why your pen ran out of ink,” Dr. Tommy stared down at me with barely restrained impatience.
My face flushed.
If it were possible to melt onto the floor in a puddle of complete embarrassment, I would’ve done it. Right then and there.
Jesus Christ.
“I think you should see me after class,” he murmured.
My brows furrowed.
I hadn’t done anything wrong.
Looking over to Hadley, she returned a sympathetic smile before turning her head down to her own work.
“Okay,” I finally said. “I’ll see you after class.”
He nodded once, but kept his pen.
Irrational anger flowed through me throughout the rest of class, and by the time that it ended, I was beside myself.
“Do you want me to wait?” Hadley asked.
I shook my head.
“No,” I snapped. “I have to go to work after this anyway. I just hope he doesn’t make me late.”
Hadley packed her book into her bag, gave me a worried look, and then left without another word.
I stayed in my seat once my bag was packed, waiting to see what Dr. McAsshole had to say.
Once the last person escaped, he stopped erasing the board, (and yes, I was admiring his ass in case you were wondering) turned and crossed his thick, muscular arms over his chest.
“The other teachers give you glowing recommendations,” he started saying.
I licked my lips.
“Uh, thank you?”
I didn’t know what to say, nor where he was going with this.
“I wanted you to understand that I won’t tolerate this kind of behavior when I have you in my ER.”
I blinked.
Then blinked again.
“Uhhh,” I started to say, but he interrupted me.
“You’ll be starting on your nursing internship next week. You’ll be there two days out of the week, twelve hour shifts, and always under me or Dr. Wild.”
I blinked some more.
“I…I got it?” I finally was able to get out.
He nodded his head.
“Though I expect that has more to do with who your mother is than whether or not you are actually qualified or skilled enough to be there.”
My mouth dropped open in affront.
“Oh, I assure you that I am skilled and qualified enough to be there.” My back straightened. “Is that all?”
I could’ve sworn I saw his lips twitch at my show of anger, but no other signs of his reaction to my ire were apparent.
“Yes, that’ll be all.”
I nodded and stood, throwing my bag on my shoulder and practically stomping toward the door.
He stopped me, though, the moment I was about to exit fully.
“Thank you.”
I froze, and turned.
“For what?” I asked stiffly.
“For not running over me this morning. Thank you for paying attention.”
I didn’t bother to answer him.
Otherwise I might’ve said that I now wished that I hadn’t been paying attention.
Motherfucker.
Who did he think he was?
My mother wouldn’t stoop so low as to get her daughter a job…would she?
Chapter 3
Whatever, motherfucker. Whatever.
-Coffee Cup
Tommy
I was thankful that the shift was over.
This had been one of the worst twelve hours I’d had in a very long time—since med school, at least.
Not because the patients had been difficult or anything, but because of her.