Page 14 of Flyboy's Nightingale
“I don’t care what that man said. He is hurting, scared, and lashing out at the closest bystander. We both know that men, especially men that are vulnerable, say and do things that they don’t really mean.” Avery gives me a pointed look.
“What exactly is that supposed to mean? That him being a complete ass because he is in the hospital and in pain doesn’t make him accountable? That circumstance doesn’t give anyone a right to be disrespectful and vicious.” I know that’s not what she’s trying to say right now, but I just need her to lend me her unwavering support not dish out any advice.
“You know damn good and well that isn’t what I meant. I was just trying to say that maybe, just maybe, he was talking out his ass. My suggestion before you hightail it and run, is to give him a piece of your mind. We both know that once you’ve decided to do something, ain't no changing your mind… ever.” Avery gives me a sad smile.
“You got that right… completely. It’s not happening today, but when I find a new job, I’m going to be moving. Please, don’t say anything to anybody until I’ve got everything lined up,” I demand, giving her a pointed look.
“Whatever. You know I won’t make you any promises that I can’t or am unwilling to keep.” She winks, her all American smile telling me that I won’t get any more than that from her.
“Let’s get this walk done and over with so we can eat and get our asses to work.” Looping my arm with hers, we restart our walk, talking about all things unimportant and mundane.
Once we’re at the hospital, things get crazy. We’re so slammed that I don’t have time to think about leaving much less about the jackass upstairs. Around five o’clock in the morning, things start to slow down to a manageable pace. When I finally sit at the desk littered with paperwork, pins, and iPads, I lean back in my chair laying my head on the headrest. I let my eyes fall closed, trying to relax for just a moment.
“Look out, Bimbo Barbie is headed right for you,” Avery whispers, kicking the legs of my chair as she walks by.
I sit upright in my chair, pulling up the last patient file, and making sure labs, scans, or any further testing hasn’t come back. Seeing nothing that needs my immediate attention, and no call signs for patients in their rooms, I decide now is the time to use the restroom and grab myself a snack. Just as I walk past Bimbo Barbie, she stops me, and I can’t halt my train of thought with the fact that when she smiles at me, nothing moves on her Botoxed face outside of her lips.
“I heard Dr. Yummy is awake and talking,” she sneers down at me.
“I heard the same. Did you give him a special sponge bath?” I mock, moving to the side so I can walk around her.
“You know, he still isn’t going to want you, right?” she questions, grabbing my arm to keep me from escaping her.
“I’m very aware of that. Good thing for you I’m not even trying. You can have him.” The words taste like I’ve just swallowed a gallon of acid and it’s spewing out of my mouth.
“Like you even have a chance.” She flips her hair over her shoulder, clicking her tongue at me. “Just stay out of the way because once he comes back, I’m going to do my best to get him into my bed,” she warns me, and I think with the way her face is lifting, she is trying to smirk at me.
I can’t stop the words if I wanted to, and I know that what I’m about to say will have her raining her wrath down on me like thevile woman she is, yet I just can’t stop the question from spitting free from my lips, “Are you trying to sneer or scowl?”
“You snot nosed little…”
She’s cut off by an emergency announcement that blares over the intercom. “Code Blue. Immediate action required. Code Blue!”
I don’t give that bitch or whatever she was going to say another thought as I race for the room where the code was called from. Hell, if it wasn’t for the fact I was on my way out I would care that I just crossed the line with my direct supervisor. However, right now, I don’t give a damn that I commented on her looks, words, or authority… she’s a snake that needs to go back in her pit of vipers. I’m beyond over taking shit from that woman all because she was jealous of the attention that I would get from Flyboy. The last two hours of my shift are a fucking nightmare, and I want nothing more than to go home and sleep for the next month.
But somehow, I find myself on the elevator to the floor that houses none other than the very jackass I’ve been trying to avoid. When I step off onto one ugly tile floor and onto another, my feet carry me as if I have no control over them. When I make it to the nurse’s station, that looks just like the one that I left, Nurse Beverly looks up, smiling at me. “I heard you guys had a rough night in the emergency room.”
“It was one of the busiest and worst nights I’ve ever had while working on that floor. Hell, I don’t even know why I’m here.” I shrug, leaning on my elbows and propping up my chin on my fists.
“Because you can’t fight the pull of one's heart—” Nurse Beverly says but is cut off when a distressed shout reverberates from down the hall.
CHAPTER
EIGHT
Flyboy
“NOOOOO!”I scream as I bolt upright in the bed, clutching my chest.
The nightmare fades as I take in everything around me. Every night it’s the same shit—we’re on the bike having a great time, lights come out of nowhere and then, we’re lying face first on the ground. In the next five seconds afterward, I’m lying there watching as Riley fades away into nothing. I’ve never believed for a second about dreams having meaning and all that other bullshit. This time though, my gut is telling me that I’m going to eventually lose her.
Laying helplessly in this bed there is nothing that I can do to keep her. Hell, with these physical limitations from my accident, I can’t even stand long enough to take a piss on my own. Nothing like asking for someone to hold me upright so I can hold my dick while relieving myself. It’s humiliating and downright degrading.
The door flies open, and standing there like an avenging angel is Riley herself. She looks around, and for the first timesince I met her, I realize she isn’t just looking around, she is scoping the place. I narrow my eyes at her, trying to figure out what she’s looking for. Like a light bulb being switched, it hits me why she’s doing this. She’s making sure that there isn’t a threat in the room. I watch her shoulders drop slightly when she finds no outward threat. I mean, shit, it’s just me and a prospect sitting around in here.
Her eyes finally slide up my body leaving goose flesh in their wake and lighting a fire that burns hot. I shift what little I can trying to make my growing erection as non-noticeable as I can.
Her eyes finally shift my way and land on my grinning face. I can’t help but smirk at her. Riley narrows her eyes into slits and scowls at me. Yeah, I fucked up the other day, and by the look that I’m receiving back from her, I know that my chances of getting her to give me a second chance is going to be harder than fishing in the open water with my bare hands.
