Page 14 of Fever: Love In Scrubs
It was an all hands on deck day at Saint Ambrose.
I’d been in the pit, also known as the ER, all day long running back and forth performing labs. To say I was exhausted was an understatement. We’d finally begun clearing out, giving me a moment to catch my breath. As I made my rounds to see if I was still needed, I heard a fussing behind a curtain.
“Ouch! What the hell are you doing!”
“Ma’am—”
“You clearly don’t know what you’re doing. Find me another doctor.”
“Ma’am—”
“Now!”
I could tell the person treating her was an intern by the way they couldn’t seem to take charge of the situation. Sighing, I pulled back the curtain and stepped into the space.
“What’s the problem, Carson?” I asked, recognizing the familiar, incompetent intern.
“She won’t let me touch her, Dr. Pierre.”
“He’s cutting off my circulation with that blood pressure cuff.”
I turned to address the patient, only to find the beautiful face I couldn’t forget, even all these months later.
“Ms. Driscoll.”
Her brown eyes searched mine. “You…you did my father’s autopsy, right?”
“Yes’ ma’am.”
“What are you doing up here?”
“Well, I spend the bulk of my time in the morgue, but I also work in the pathology lab. Whenever testing needs to be done, I’m your guy. Enough about me. What seems to be the problem here?”
She sighed. “I was moving into my house when I tripped and fell down the stairs. I think I broke my foot, and my arm is killing me.”
“We’ll get you taken care of, I promise.” I turned to Carson. “Page Dr. Yerba for an x-ray.”
“Yes, sir.”
He disappeared from behind the curtain, leaving the two of us alone. As I picked up her chart to read it, I unintentionally took a moment to appreciate just how beautiful she was. If I remembered correctly, she was a few inches shorter than my six foot two height. Her skin was a smooth cocoa brown. Her naturally curly hair sat in a pineapple atop her head. It gave way to beautiful brown eyes and full lips that drew you into her gorgeous face.
My eyes passed over her thick frame housed beneath a fitted t-shirt and yoga pants. Baby was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen.
“Is something on my face?” she asked, touching her skin. “Did I scrape something when I fell?”
“No, no. Your face is perfect. I mean, it’s perfectly fine.”
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I just… I didn’t think I would see you again. How are you holding up? You didn’t seem to be in a good space.”
“Oh.” She nervously rubbed her arm. “I’m getting there. I found a letter from my father. He said some things I really needed to hear, so my heart isn’t as heavy anymore.”
“That’s good. I’m glad to hear that. You said you were moving in?”
“Yeah. I renovated my childhood home and decided to move back.”
“Well, then. Congratulations. Maybe I’ll see you around. Hopefully not here, though. I don’t need you making it a habit of having hospital visits.”
