Page 6 of Life To My Flight

I was an ER nurse.

Had been for nearly ten years now.

However, I’d only been a SANE nurse for five years, and it never got easier, most likely never would.

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Rue

Stupid me.

I was waiting for him after work.

However, after waiting a good thirty minutes, it made me realize how much of a fool I really was.

What made me think he’d keep his word?

I walked away from the front doors, weaving in and out of the cars parked in the emergency department’s parking lot.

I was parked in the far back lot.

Employees weren’t allowed to park in the patient parking lot until after six in the evening. However, I never saw the point in going to get my car at six when I left work at eight.

I could barely find time to eat lunch, which I hadn’t done today at all. Why did they think I’d manage to find time to move my car?

I was also allowed to call security to have them escort me to my car, but it was a fuckin’ chore to even find them when you needed them.

It was easier to just walk.

It was dark, though, and we were in the middle of downtown Shreveport; but I hadn’t had a problem yet.

I’d just turned the corner into the very back parking lot, where it was the darkest, when two hands slipped around my stomach, pulling me back into a solid wall of muscle.

I squeaked and started to flail, but one word from that tempting mouth, and I settled. “Chill.”

My shoulders slumped, and my noodle legs refused to hold me up anymore.

I dropped...or would’ve if he hadn’t been holding on to me.

He grunted, but other than that, he didn’t show the strain of holding my body up in the least.

“What’re you doing walking back here by yourself?” He growled against my ear.

I straightened my legs, pushing up until I was standing on my own two feet again, before I disentangled myself from his arms.

“This is where I’m parked. What’d you want me to do?” I asked honestly.

“No one else could’ve walked you to your car?” He asked in outrage.

“The guards were busy doing something, and I didn’t want to wait thirty minutes for them to finally come walk me,” I explained as I walked to my car.

“That’s stupid. Thirty minutes is worth it,” he snapped.

My temper, which only came out to play when I was extremely upset, got the best of me. “What’s it to you, buddy?”

I emphasized that question with a poke to his chest.

He looked down at his chest, and my finger poking it, then back up to my face. “What’s it to me? I’d be pretty fucking upset if you got raped, that’s what I’d be!”

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