"My head..." I said barely audible after I woke up at the sound of my alarm with the most horrible headache ever. Worst hangover. My head was big as my room and my stomach was swirling inside me and burned like there's a huge bonfire in there. Even my hands and legs were numb like I ran at least 3 circles around the entire Seattle! Terrible feeling guys, terrible. I guess this is what it feels like when you're drinking at this age. "Are you dying?" Hannah entered my room, leaning on my door, smiling almost victoriously, crossing her arms on her chest. How can she look so good?! I probably look like I just been runned over for like at least four trucks!"I'm already dead." I moaned painfully. "I won't drink anymore. Ever." I said as I turned my body slowly to the left side, feeling disoriented."Jess, it's 6. We have to go." She said smiling. Right now, all I could think of is how much time do I have for throwing up and self pity."I'm going, I'm going..." I said more to myself than t
I was standing still like a rock with Peter's files under my hand. Should I look? I started pacing up and down, trying to calm my rapid thoughts. I am sure nothing is seriously wrong with him because Mike would already call me. Or would he? "Ok. Calm down." I said to myself barely audible as I was still walking up and down. As I was putting his files down, door opened. It was that little student."Dr.Miller, I really tried-" "Oh seriously?" I raised my voice not letting her finnish her sentence. She instantly shook her head and embarrassingly look down. "Worhtless." I sighed deeply, visibly annoyed. I can't say I wasn't mad at her for not be able to draw blood from a patient, but I was pretty much shaken myself and I couldn't breath properly, I can't show that!"Come." I simply pointed my fingers towards door as I took his files and started walking out of the room. She strongly jerked and backed off a bit when I walked passed her. I heard her little and rapid walk as she tried to ke
"So you are saying that Peter is here and Ann is playing the good wife?" Hannah asked me while she stucked a bunch of green salad in her mouth. I looked at her puzzled but I couldn't focus on that now."Yes. She even carressed his hair, repaired his pj's, everything." I rolled my eyes."Did you call Mike?" George asked me, looking at Hannah and the way she was eating that salad. "What is wrong with you?" He asked not waiting for me to answer him. I laughed."I'm having a surgery in half an hour, I want to be ready." Hannah said with her mouth full of food. George and I laughed. He leaned towards her and kissed her cheek. They look so cute together."I..." I started but stopped as I saw Ann passing through cafeteria canteen. Both Hannah and George looked back at her way then back to me, both rolled their eyes. I let a huge sigh and I felt my stomach twirl."Bitch." Hannah exclaimed. I couldn't help it but laugh, even George did. "Let her be." George said barely audible, shaking his he
I wasn't ready to face Mike. My emotions were over the roof, I wasn't sure am I sad or confused, am I angry... I wasn't happy, that's for sure. Not knowing whether to call him or talk to him, should I apologize, should I make him apologize?"Miss?" Some nice old lady spoke as she saw me by the elevator. "Are you going?" She smiled politely. I just simply nodded and entered the elevator. She pressed her number and I pressed mine. Neurology. John. I am so glad he woke up. I thought I lost him. Again, one hundred small memories started rapidly going through my head, making me dizzy. It doesn't necessary means I still have feelings for him, but I can't say I don't have. Seeing him in this positions, seeing his condition has me shattered in little pieces. "Your stop miss." Nice old lady spoke again. I twitched and smiled acidly. "Sorry. Thank you." I Said quietly, adding a little polite bow. As I was getting out, I nervously repaired my uniform. I was walking slowly, with my heart bea
"Any news?" I asked Hannah when I called her from my office. I returned to my table one hour ago, and I still couldn't breath properly, my body was still numb but I knew I have to pull myself together. I have a shift to end and my patients to care about. When did my life became so complicated? Life was so much easier in Cairo. I was with my dad, I worked, occupied my head with things that really mattered. Now? Am I still going steady with Mike? Are we stil a thing? What is happening with John? Will he be okay?My forehead started itching, I rubbed it really hard. "I need to focus." I said to Hannah, but it was more of thinking out loud."I will inform you, don't worry." Hannah said. She was in the gallery, wathcing John's surgery. "He is steady." She said encouragingly. I just closed my eyes. I imagined him on the operation table, opened. His head opened and his brain pulsating, his body fighting to stay alive. I never want to see anybody I know in that position. On that table, in
This has been the worst shift I had since I came back. Honestly, I never felt more exhausted and weary...As I waited Hannah by our black Volkswagen 5, I was feeling cold breeze on my tired face. I was so happy and gratefull to be here, healthy and alive. Wathcing people being here, with day to day struggle to survive has made me look at life from a different perspective. I should have been a teacher."Hi." Hannah came to me, looking half dead from fatigue. I just smiled to her, quietly entering the car."He is alive right?" I asked her, wanting to get that straight."Yes. He is." She said, slowly carressing my leg. That felt good. I felt relief. I can finally breath properly. He is good. He made it! For now...I shook my head on that thought."You okay?" I asked her when I started driving. She leaned her head on the seat, looking really tired. "My patient died..." She said barely audible. I closed my eyes for a second. I heard her breathing, I know she has been crying... I wanted
"Are you coming in?" He asked me when I entered my room. His shirt was already off, revealing his perfectly shaped abdominal muscles. I couldn't help but stare which made him smirk."So?" He asked huskily. As he smiled, he raised his one eyebrow, so I nervously caughed."In the shower?" I asked, feeling stupid and embarrassed. I felt heat and redness on my face when I finally met his gaze. Why do I feel like some hormonal highscool girl?!He didn't say a word, he just smiled. He came closer to me, putting his hands very slowly on my hips. When I felt his touch, my knees trembled. I think he noticed that because he huskily smirked as he leaned towards me. I sighed deeply, closing my eyes. I was so eager for his touch, I forgot where am I or what happened with him before. When he kissed me, world stopped. His warm and soft lips touched mine, and it instantly made me feel the way I wasn't feeling in a very long time! I felt wanted again. I felt good. He slowly broke our kiss and moaned
"Dr.Miller?" I heard a voice, small voice which woke me up from my daydream.I've been absent since yesterday. Mike and I had the best time, I felt like everything has returned into normal again. Like we were a happy couple again, if we ever were. I'm just so used to being not good, feeling so bad about our relationship that when it comes to this, to the day that everything is okay, I feel insecure and nervous. Anxious about so many things... That's toxic and I shouldn't feel that way..."Yes?" I looked up to see Darla, my intern."I'm just letting you know that Peter wants to see you before the surgery." She said very slowly and quietly. Why is she so afraid of me?"Okay." I said as I stood up. "Lets do this." I said as I passed by her. She backed off at first and I closed my doors behind me, but I heard her little steps walking near me. I couldn't help but shook my head and smile."How is the most prettiest boy in the world today?" I asked smiling, as I entered Peter's room. I regre