Page 20 of Stat: Love In Scrubs
My stomach dropped, and the smile I once had was no longer there. I wanted to be upset because I had gotten dressed and excited about breakfast, only to be let down. But this was also the reality check I needed. I was getting too wrapped up in a man who wasn’t in the kind of job where his word meant a damn thing.
“I understand. I hope your patient is okay. My friend is calling, I’ll talk to you later.” I told him, not giving him a chance to say anything else.
I quickly hung up and walked over to the edge of my bed. I was fully dressed only to sit in the damn house. I clicked my screen to see a single text.
Doc: I’m sorry. I promise I’m going to make it up to you if you allow me to.
Me: It’s okay. You can’t control what happens with your job.
I went to my call log and clicked Darby’s name. I waited a moment as the phone rang before she finally answered in her usual upbeat tone.
“It’s nice of you to call me back. Good thing I called your dad, or I would have thought that doctor killed you. I saw Dexter!”
I couldn‘t help but laugh because this crazy ass girl didn’t have any sense.
“Well, first, hi to you too. Second, Dexter wasn’t a doctor hoe. That man was a vigilante serial killer who worked with the police.”
“Oh, please, they both work with blood, so it’s the same thing,” Darby responded.
“Yeah, no, it isn’t. But anyway, I have so many things to fill you in on. Tell me you’re in the mood for a girls’ day slash night?” I asked.
“Ohhh, it must be good. Day and night? I’m down, and it’s mainly because I don’t have any plans, so why not? As long as I get to pick the movie and dinner this time.”
I groaned because she always picked the craziest shit for us to watch, and the food was always left field. But one thing I could say is, it would be good, so I didn’t have too many complaints there. The thought of food caused my stomach to growl, reminding me of the fact that I was supposed to be on my way to eat. But, Doc cancelled on me at the last minute.
“Fine.”
I gave in. I just needed to make sense of where my thoughts were headed when it came to Doc. I released a breath, then removed my jacket, laying it across my bed before removing my shoes, and jogging downstairs.
The doorbell chimed as soon as I passed it. My brow lifted because I didn’t think Darby had gotten here that fast. It wasn’t possible unless she was close by or on her way to the house as we spoke. I turned on the balls of my feet and made a beeline for the door.
I peeked through the peephole. A woman with flowers and a bag was standing there with a smile. Curious, I unlocked the door and pulled it open.
“Hi, can I help you? I didn’t order anything.” I told her, before she could say a word.
She smiled and nodded. “Are you Yara Sinclair?”
I opened the door wider and stepped out a little.
“Yes.”
“This is for you. I’m just the delivery driver, but Mr. Wilder placed this order for you. He ordered quite a bit of food, unsure of what you would like. Here are your flowers and the card.”
She said, holding out the flowers and card to me. I took them from her outstretched hand, then stepped back to allow the woman inside with the many different bags of food I hadn’t noticed earlier. Some had been at her feet since she couldn’t hold it all at once. I helped her to place everything onto the tables and then led her back to the door.
“Let me at least grab you a tip. Can you give me a second?”
She waved me off. “No, ma’am. Mr. Wilder provided a very good tip. Enjoy your food and your day.”
“Thank you,” I told her with a smile.
Once she was inside her car, I closed and locked my door. Then made my way back into the dining room to look over all the food. Six different containers were in front of me. I removed them from each bag and lined them up in front of me to see what was inside. I could smell the bacon and many different things already.
I opened each container, and he had gotten me every breakfast thing you could want. One container held grits, but with different things to add to it. Another had pancakes, eggs, sausages, and bacon. The man had even made sure I had steak. This was not helping my case of staying mad not one bit. I walked over to the end of the table to grab my phone and texted him Thank you.
I didn’t add more than that.
Doc (Arrogant ass man): You’re welcome, I hope I ordered at least one thing you would like, and that you enjoy it. It’s going to be a while before I can respond again. But I hope I get the chance to properly apologize.
