Page 3 of Under Southern Stars
Cameron strides up, already in fresh scrubs. Of course he is. “I heard MVC?”
“Multiple patients incoming,” I confirm, trying to keep my tone neutral. Cameron’s an excellent trauma attending, but his ego barely fits through the ambulance bay doors.
“I’ll run bay two.” He flashes that TV-doctor smile. “Morning, by the way. Looking lovely as always, Sophia.”
I ignore the comment. “Priya will assist you. Dr. Kowalski here yet?”
“Saw him in the lounge,” Melissa says, already heading toward trauma. “I’ll grab him.”
“And someone wake up Jeffries,” I add. “We’ll need all hands.”
Cameron lingers. “You know, if you ever want to grab coffee—”
“We have multiple traumas incoming, Dr. Lee.”
“Right. Of course.” He winks and heads off.
Nathan catches my eye and shakes his head slightly. We both know Cameron hits on anything in scrubs, but it’s especially annoying this early in the morning.
Nathan’s already moving, directing staff with quiet efficiency. This is what we do. This is who we are when the chaos hits.
I check the time. 0700. My phone buzzes—a text from my daughter.
Madison: Dad's being weird about the pickup schedule again. Can we talk later?
I type back quickly.
Me: Of course, baby. After school. Love you.
Another text appears below it. From my ex-husband.
Troy: Need to discuss Madison's nutrition plan. She's not following the meal prep I designed.
I involuntarily clench my fist, and then delete it without reading the rest. The man who never had health insurance when we were married suddenly thinks he’s a wellness guru. Classic.
