compared to the previous events. James hung around the ER for long enough to make sure he wasn’t needed, then he went back to the doctor’s lounge. Isabella treated a toddler with strep throat and a man with chest pain that just turned out to be gas cramps.
She caught Justin nodding off in an unused exam area.
“Dude, you can go to the lounge if you want to,” she said after watching him nearly fall off the table.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I can always page you if things pick up.”
In another hour, it would be daylight, and the interns would be joining the other doctors for morning rounds. Sleep would have done her body good, but she couldn’t have slept if she tried. She couldn’t get James out of her mind.
She was exhausted but still felt pretty good. She had gotten more medical experience in one night than she had during her four years of medical school. She had successfully saved one person’s life and treated several more.
She watched the sunrise through the sliding glass doors at the front of the emergency room. The fluorescent lights buzzed above her, and every so often, she heard a nurse walk down the hall, but otherwise, it was silent.
While her time alone with James in the locker room was nice, Isabella knew that she had to put a stop to it. Before, when she sensed his interest in her, she completely avoided him, and that didn’t do her any favors. This time, she had a renewed sense of confidence from working alongside him as an equal and was going to be direct with him. It would be awkward at first, but she thought that eventually, they’d both forget all about it.
Slowly, more staff members began to arrive, and the hospital livened up. Patients came in for appointments, and there were more doctors on staff to see the sick and injured. At a quarter until seven, Isabella finally ditched her post and went to the cafeteria for a large coffee and a bagel. Her sleepy brain craved the carbs, and she was about to toast a second one when Jordan walked in.
“Morning,” she yawned. “How was the ER? Did you get any sleep?”
“Not a second,” Isabella bragged. “How about you?”
“Luckily,” Jordan said, selecting the donut with the most sprinkles, “my patient was in a medically-induced coma. I slept on the recliner in the room, set my alarm for two-hour intervals, did my checks, and went back to sleep. It was pretty easy.”
“I helped re-attach an artery in a car crash victim. He lost a ton of blood, but he should heal up quite nicely.”
Jordan’s jaw dropped. “You have got to be kidding me. How was it?”
Isabella grinned. “It was incredible. You have no idea.”
“Damn, all along, I thought you were stuck with the worst job. That sounds amazing.”
Isabella gave her friend a play-by-play of the surgery. Jordan listened intently, as if she were taking mental notes.
“Oh,” Jordan added. “How were things with everyone’s favorite hot attending?”
Isabella turned a bright shade of red and choked on her mouthful of coffee.
“Fine,” she sputtered.
“Bullshit,” Jordan said. “Spill the beans.”
“Well, after the surgery, we were both covered in blood, so we went back to the doctor’s lounge. I don’t know what came over me—I was feeling exhilarated from saving that guy’s life, and we were alone in the locker room. I wasn’t even thinking. I just jumped him.”
Jordan gasped, wide eyed. “You had sex?” she whisper-screamed.
“No, no, definitely not,” Isabella hissed, trying to keep her coworker from creating a scene. “We made out. That’s all. He got a page about a minute later, and that was it.”
“Wow,” Jordan marveled. “Your night was infinitely more exciting than mine. Good for you, honestly. I knew you couldn’t be celibate for your whole residency.”
“This will not be happening again. It was a one-time mistake. I lost my head. Everyone, including you, will forget that this little incident ever happened. Do you
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