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Jake makes me think my ideas are worth pursuing. He’d only be proud of my accomplishments: my test grades, my upwards career trajectory, my upcoming research study.
Who knows what I can accomplish with Jake by my side?
So much for the pact I made with my friends.
Sorry, Zoe.
It’s so fast, but I know my research project isn’t the only thing I’m actively reaching for.
Chapter twenty-nine
Jake
While getting signout from the previous nurse, I have to snap to attention a few times. Distractedly, I’m still imagining how Lucy tastes, how silky her skin feels against mine. I still think she is way too good for me, but that’s not going to stop me from holding her tight and letting this play out. I’m addicted to her in the best of ways. And even though a small voice reminds me that I may get hurt, I know Lucy is worth the risk to my heart.
I’m in this for aslong as she is.
I keep busy putting IVs in, drawing blood, and pulling medicines from the Pyxis for my patients. While what I’m doing is not different from any other shift,I’mchanged. I’ve known logically for some time that there’s been a disconnect between my nursing skills and my perception of my self-worth. But now after last night, I sense those two becoming aligned—like my head and heart are meeting in tandem. I’m a good nurse, and at least for today, I believe it.
Somehow, Lucy makes me feel like I may be enough just as I am.
When I stop for a break, Thomas, who is also working today, taps me on the shoulder.
“Hey, Jake?”
“Hey,” I say. “What’s up, man?”
“I wanted to get your advice on something.”
I nod and gesture to the chair next to me. “Sure.”
“As you already know, I want to become a nurse,” he says shyly, sitting down. “I looked into some programs, but I’m not sure which one.”
Over the next few minutes, we discuss the pros and cons of each program and what his career goals are. After working with him for the past few weeks, I know he’d make a great nurse. He’s smart, hardworking, and likeable. “I’d be happy to look at your application if you want me to.”
“Really? Wow, that would be great!” Thomas looks thrilled. He hesitates for a moment. “You were a big reason why I decided to apply.”
“Me?” I’m startled.
“Yes, you. The past few weeks shadowing you has been amazing. You’ve taught me so much, answered all my questions, and kept the shifts fun and informative. If I’m half the nurse you are, I’ll be psyched.”
“Wow, thanks, Thomas.” Oddly, all I feel is a glow of pride. At least for today, my father’s voice is silent.
Before I know it, 2:30pm hits, and Lucy appears. She’s early for her shift, and she’s a vision. I’m overwhelmed with the desire to kiss her in the middle of the ER.
“Hi,” Lucy says with a smile.
“Hi, yourself.” My fingers twitch with the need to touch her.
As if Lucy can read my thoughts, she glances around us. “Too bad this place is so public.”
“Tell me about it,” I groan.
“Um.” Lucy’s eyes dance mischievously. “I have an idea. I’ll send you a text in a few minutes. See you soon.”
Dazed by Lucy’s quick arrival and just as rapid exit, I keep glancing at my phone every few seconds, awaiting for her text.
And then my phone pings. Her message describes the location of a call room for medical students.
