Page 150 of Family Bonds: Coy & Angel

“Oh boy,” Troy said, rubbing his hands together. “Let me fill you in on the history of Amore Island and the Bond family.”

“I’ve heard about that,” she said. “What does that have to do with Dr. Mills?”

“He’s from the Bond family,” Troy said. “Catherine’s side. They are pretty much all doctors.”

“Oh,” she said. “I did see a bunch of Mills on the doctor registry.”

“His sister and father both work in Boston but do rotations here like Garrett used to. Then he’s got three cousins that are here full time. Their father, Garrett’s uncle, is semi retired, just kind of filling in when needed.”

“Makes sense,” she said. “And I wasn’t trying to be a hard ass to him about procedure.”

The last thing she wanted to do was start off on the wrong foot. Or rub people the wrong way.

“I figured as much,” Troy said. “And trust me, there will be plenty that will come in here and try to sway you to put them first. But we do have an unspoken rule to get the oncology department out of the way. They only do treatment three days a week and never have more than six patients. By ten, all their patients are set and going. We don’t get much more from them after that unless there is a problem or someone needs a script refilled, but it’s not a rush either.

“That is slow,” she said. She expected to be slammed more with that, like in the Boston hospital.

“It’s a small office. The people getting treatment here live on the island. Many don’t even have Dr. Mills as their actual doctor, but go to a specialist in Boston. What he is doing here is monitoring them and signing off on their treatment while keeping their specialist in the loop. It’s too much for people to take a ferry over for treatment and back if they can avoid it.”

“I guess I’ll learn those things on the island,” she said.

“I love it here,” Troy said. “But it’s not easy for most. Or many don’t make it. You’re lucky.”

She heard her computer going off and moved back to it to see the scripts coming in while she ate her donut. “Why is that?”

“Because you get the best of both worlds. You only have to stay here for six months. It’s like a trial run. Maybe you’ll love it and want to stay. Guess it depends on if you like life in the fast lane or not?”

She snorted. “Not really.”

“Then who knows? Could be the best thing that happened to you.”

She kept the roll from her eyes.

It was hard to think of anything great that happened in her life in the past several months.

“Time will tell,” she said. “And we need to get to it. I see two orders from Dr. Mills right now.”

“The others will come in soon,” Troy said.

“Do we bring it to them or do they come down for it?” she asked. “You’ll have to walk me through those things.”

“They will send a medical tech down for it normally,” Troy said. “And Marissa will be here at nine. That is when things will start to pick up more. What time did you get in?”

“I started at six,” she said.

She’d been filling scripts nonstop, even though the pharmacist and techs who worked before she came in had most of them done for the morning rounds. She was catching up now.

“Are you going to be covering nights and weekend shifts too?” Troy asked. “I’m not sure how they are doing it. I’ve worked with everyone, but I’ve been here the longest and thankfully have the day shift.”

“For the first month I’ll be days,” she said. “I think they want me to learn the routine this way. But I’ll be working weekends at that time too. Then I’ll have to change shifts to nights and rotate. Twelve-hour shifts, four days a week right now.”

She’d been told there could be times she’d be working five days too. There was another full-time pharmacist on the island working opposite her most times and then two part-time ones filling the rest of the time.

She didn’t have a problem working more. It’s not like she’d do much more with her time than sit in her apartment alone.

“Yep,” Troy said. “That is how it always worked. What shift were you in Boston?”

“Switching around,” she said.

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