Page 1 of Nanny for the Doctor

Chapter1

Mae

If today weren’t already my last day of work, I’d quit in a heartbeat. As I lay at the bottom of the staircase, the two demons I’ve been nannying for just laugh.

Everything hurts after this particularly nasty fall, especially my head and ass.This is why you don’t squirt people with water guns when they’re on the stairs!

“Ha ha, did you see her go flying?”

“Awesome!”

I can’t piece together which of the twins is saying what, and my head swims as I try to focus. It’s taking way too much effort, even I know that, and I have a feeling a trip to the ER is in order.

When I try to stand, pain tears through my ankle. I’ll add this to the tally of injuries these hellspawns are responsible for.

“Marcus! Cayden! Get your little behinds over here!”

Being intimidating while you’re slumped on the floor is extremely difficult, but the twins come over, the tiniest bit of remorse hanging over them when they see me.

“You can’t shoot me with those things when I’m on the stairs!” I take a breath through the throbbing ache. “Remember how I said someone could get hurt? Well, here we are.”

“It was funny.”

Marcus, often the instigator of the pair, grumbles, and, honestly, I’m so over this shit.

“It was not.”

My head is throbbing, and the hallway lights are too bright. Then, opening the door right in front of where I’ve landed are Mr. and Mrs. Jones.

“What’s all this? You can’t play by the stairs.”No crap, Penelope.

Mrs. Jones’s nasally voice cuts through my ears like a knife, and then arms are lifting me up.

“Mom! Dad!”

The twins shout together, and I flinch at the high-pitched shriek children are so good at. As I realize Mr. Jones is helping me stand, a nauseating dizziness washes over me.

“Whoa, why’s her face look like that?” Cayden, the quieter but still equally malicious twin, eyes me.

Mr. Jones finally speaks, and his voice near my ear makes the pounding in my head worse.

“What happened?”

“They shot me with the squirt gun and I fell.” Wrapping my tongue around the words is like trying to learn how to blow a bubble with chewing gum, and the pain in my head picks up.

“Honestly, you two. Now we have to add a trip to the ER to our already demanding schedule. Ugh! Honey, just walk her to the car, and I’ll drive her.”

I can’t really track what happens next. Presumably, Mr. Jones gets me into their car, and then Mrs. Jones drives it to said hospital.

“Couldn’t we just have your last day go without incident? You’re already leaving us without a nanny for who knows how long, and now this.”

Glaring at Mrs. Penelope Jones is more than a little difficult right now, but I give it everything I have.

Yeah, because I wanted to fall down a flight of stairs and smash my head.Shit, how am I supposed to afford a medical bill on top of everything else?

Time seems to speed like a bullet train as the horrid woman finds someone to help me out of the car and into the hospital. She doesn’t even bother to stay and see if I’m all right, so I wind up sitting on a gurney alone as I wait for the doc.

The nurse who checks my vitals leaves, and it’s then I realize I’ve busted my lip open.

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