crazy that was happening within her family.
At the end of the day, the interns met up with James to discuss the surgeries on the schedule for the next day. Isabella stood close to Jordan.
“I forgot to mention this to you earlier,” he announced. “I’m on-call tomorrow night, which means that all of you are on-call too. I hope you didn’t have any plans for your weekend, because you’ll be spending the night here with me. Think of it as a fun work sleepover,” he said cheerfully. “See you then!”
There was a collective groan from the group. They could forget about sleep, or studying, or any kind of free time over the weekend. They were prisoners in their own career.
“I just keep reminding myself,” Craig murmured. “One day, this will all be worth it.”
The next day, Isabella ran into James in the stairwell on her way to a patient’s room.
“Are you ready for your first night on-call at the hospital?” he asked.
“Yes, I believe so,” she responded shortly.
He grinned his sly grin and continued jogging down the steps.
Later, he observed her as she examined a patient. She wished the other interns could be there to take some of the heat off her. He made her nervous, standing too close for comfort.
After dinner in the cafeteria, she went to the on-call room to look at her phone. The doctor’s lounge had also been newly remodeled, so they had a common area with couches and a television, a locker room, complete with showers, and smaller sleeping rooms with tiny cots for the rare occasion that they could get some sleep.
Isabella sat on the bench in front of her open locker, reading text messages from her phone. Apparently, her mother’s wedding to her new (she guessed seventh) husband in Aruba had gone well, and she was looking forward to catching up with her daughter when they returned. She shut her locker door to see James, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist, turning his combination lock.
Isabella jumped, completely unaware that someone else was in the room with her. At the sight of his near-nakedness, she shielded her eyes with one hand.
“Relax. I have a towel on,” he said. “Anyway, you’re making a living dealing with the ins and outs of the human form. Act like you’ve seen a naked body before.”
She dropped her hand down to her side. Trying not to stare, she peeked at the attending. For someone who rarely left work, he had chiseled muscles. He pulled his scrubs on, not caring about shielding his body from any onlookers.
Isabella had only seen James in dress clothes, so seeing him in scrubs was a new experience. The short sleeves revealed bulging biceps and deltoids. He tied the drawstring on his pants so they sat slightly below his hips. She felt herself blushing just thinking about his body.
“Well,” he said, slamming his locker shut and bringing Isabella back to reality. “I’ll see you out there.”
She waited a few seconds, mentally admonishing herself for being so awkward, and then followed him out into the hallway where the other interns were waiting.
James grabbed a stack of charts from the counter at the nurse’s station. “Where shall we begin?” he said eagerly, looking around the group. He handed charts out to interns like he was delivering presents. “You’re in charge of these patients for the whole night. Don’t let them die,” he said dryly. “Let’s see,” he thought out loud. “Dr. Green and Dr. Carter, you’ll be in the ER with me.”
Jordan shot a look over to Isabella as if she were wishing her luck or giving her sympathy.
“If something goes wrong, page me immediately. Any questions?”
The group was silent.
“Let’s go.”
The first few hours of the evening were pretty calm. Isabella tended to a few lacerations, broken bones, and high fevers. She managed to patch up her patients with ease and only had to admit a couple of patients. It was simple. In fact, as quickly as they were treating patients and discharging them, it