Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“Any exciting plans for the days off?” she asks as she sits next to me at the nurses’ station. The desk is in the middle of the floor, and there are twenty rooms all around us, with four nurses on shift every day. Even though we have our own five patients to look after, we have a whiteboard right at the front of our desk, where we also write down our notes.
“Sleep, sleep, and more sleep,” I say, shutting the file and putting it away before I grab another one. I always read over my notes right before I clock out to make sure I wrote everything down. Sometimes it gets crazy, and you don’t have the time, but surprisingly tonight has been one of the calmer days out of the five, even with the full moon.
I finish my files up and then do a quick checkup on everyone to make sure everything is okay. I almost bow down to Everly when she walks through the double doors. “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” I tease her as she laughs, putting her cup of coffee on the desk.
“I figured you would be eager to leave,” she says, and I just smile at her.
“What gave you that idea?” I ask her, leaning onto the nurses’ desk as she sits down.
“Sarah sent me a picture of you sleeping on the desk.” She rolls her lips as I gasp. Ever since I started the job five weeks ago, it’s been even better than what I could have imagined. The women I work with are so helpful and kind. It makes coming to work that much better.
“I was not sleeping. I was resting my eyes,” I inform her, and she just laughs. “My mind was alive.”
“Well, either way,” she says, grabbing the file on top and opening it, “you can go.”
I clap my hands quietly since it’s only six o’clock. “Thank you.” I turn and walk into the nurses’ lounge, where I take off my stethoscope from around my neck. Opening my locker, I grab my bag and toss it inside before I make my way outside.
I feel like I’m literally dragging my feet by the time I unlock the front door. I hear the television coming from the living room, so I know Gabriella is up. I dump my bag at the door, kick off my black Nike sneakers, and then peel my socks off. “That feels good.” I sigh as I walk into the kitchen and see Gabriella standing in a robe and her hair wrapped up in a towel. “Morning,” I greet as she pours a cup of coffee.
“I’m assuming you don’t want a cup?” She chuckles as I slide onto a stool at the island. I fold my arms in front of me and put my head down.
“I need a shower and to sleep for twenty-four hours,” I declare, looking at her, but having no strength to even get up, “thirty-six if I’m lucky.”
“I’ve never seen you this tired before.” She pours some milk in her coffee before taking a sip.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired before,” I admit to her. “Not even after staying up for a three-day stretch to study for my test.”
“Maybe you are getting your period.” She shrugs before she grabs the milk, walking to the fridge and putting it back in.
The minute she says that, I sit back up. “I don’t really get my period,” I share with her, and she just looks at me. “I skip the sugar pills, continuously taking the pill.”
“Is that good for you?” she asks, but I don’t listen to the question. Instead, I jump off the stool and run to the front door, grabbing my bag.
I squat down, my hands shaking, as I unzip it to grab my phone. Heat now climbing up my neck and rushing to my head as I open the period app. “No-no-no-no-no,” I chant over again and again, seeing I was ovulating while I was on vacation and we didn’t use protection.
“What’s the matter?” Gabriella stands there in the hallway.
“I think I’m late,” I tell her, turning back to my phone and checking to see if I’m actually doing it right.
“Well, maybe with the vacation and then coming back home and starting to work, it messed with your schedule.” She shrugs her shoulders, not even realizing what I’m saying.
“Oh my God.” I close my eyes. “Oh my God.” I sit down because my legs can’t hold me up as my stomach sinks and then rises. A burning sensation forms at the top of my stomach. “Oh my God.” My heart picks up even more speed, and I suddenly have trouble breathing as my head screams at me.
Gabriella just laughs, and I open my eyes to look at her, or better yet, glare at her. “What is your problem?” she asks, cocking her hip to the side and putting her fist on it. “It’s not like you had sex.” She throws her head back and laughs.