my interns around,” Malcolm said. He was a
long-time friend of his. “Molly looks a little scared. I saw her through the
doors. Is everything all right?”
David
glared at the intern, making sure his friend dismissed him before he talked.
“I
need you to go and check the vitals on ward four, Jake.”
The
intern nodded and left.
“So,
what do you have me bossing my own interns around for, David?”
“A
few months ago, Molly asked me for a divorce.”
“Does
this have to do with that supposed curse that the Sinclair men are only
supposed to love one woman?” Malcolm asked.
“You
remember that?”
“There
is not a lot a doctor can forget even with a case-load of beer inside him.
Molly is a good woman. Have you been treating her like the second woman?”
David
nodded his head.
“David!”
He heard the disappointment in his friend’s tone.
“I
know. I need your help. First though, what is wrong with me?”
“Did
you know you’ve got diabetes?”
He
shook his head. “They were doing some tests the last time I went in.”
“I
bet it is because of all Molly’s cookies. That woman can cook,” Malcolm said.
“I
know.” David knew she was an exceptional cook. Molly excelled at everything she
set her mind to. Look at his boys. Blaze and Chris might refuse to call her
mother, but she raised them like they were own. Very few women would take a man
on with three sons already.
“How
are things between you and Molly?” Malcolm asked.
David
sighed, and he knew his shoulders slumped. “Not good. She asked me for a
divorce a few months ago. I can’t bring myself to let her go.”
“Why
don’t you just give in, David? You clearly love her, always have if you ask me.” Malcolm folded his arms. It had been a while since
he’d seen his old friend.
“I
screwed up,” David said.
“Because
you believed everything your father told you?”
David
nodded his head. He didn’t need to speak aloud to know that he’d fucked up big
time. “Look, can you do something for me?”
Malcolm
nodded his head. “Sure, you’re still my friend, even if I’m your doctor.”
“Could
you tell Molly not to bring up divorce again?”
His
friend began to shake his head. “I can’t do that, David.”
“I
suffered an angina attack, I know. I feel much better. Are you sure it wasn’t
indigestion?” David asked.
“I’m
the one who is the doctor here. You need to take care of yourself. I’ve got a
prescription here for some medication that will help you, and I’ll also request
that you come back every few months so we can check you over.”
David
watched as Malcolm made some notes on the chart by his bed. David reached out
and caught Malcolm’s hand. “Please, I’m asking as a friend. I did this for you
and Tilly . Remember? I talked to her all those years
ago and tried to make her see reason.” Malcolm had been on the verge of an
affair. When David had learned of the nightmare his friend was about to create,
he’d done everything he could to help his friends. Fortunately, Malcolm hadn’t
strayed, and they were a loving, happy couple.
Malcolm
looked at his hand. David knew he was clutching with desperation, and he felt
desperate. If he didn’t think of something soon, Molly was going to leave him.
He couldn’t have that. No matter what anyone thought about him, he’d loved that
woman since the first moment he met her. He would do anything to keep her.
“I
was a fool, Malcolm. For twenty-five years, I’ve let her down. I wasn’t there
for her. Please, I beg you, do this for me, and I’ll be the best damn patient
you ever had.”
Tears
sprang to his eyes as he spoke the words.
“Okay,
I’ll talk to Molly. No acting up to this. I’m a doctor, and I don’t want you to
ruin a perfectly pristine career for me. I hope to retire in a few years.”
“You’ll
never really retire, Malcolm. It's not inside you to.”
“I
want to be at home with Tilly . I’m finishing up my
time and spending