"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
I was so happy! My first solo surgery here and it was successful. I had an intern, I was number one in that OR. I was feeling so fulfilling, so gratefull to be here! It was an amazing morning! I grabbed a cup of coffee from our Cantina. I was chanting a song in my head and I was visibly good. It felt awesome! "Something good happened?" I heard a familiar voice behind me. When I turned my head, I was puzzled. Delia Care. John's mom. I smiled lightly, she did too."Hi Delia. How are you?" I asked politely."Been good. Thanks." She said quietly, barely audible. I nodded, without saying anything. We started walking towards an empty table. She sat with me, with her cup of coffee."John was under another surgery." Delia said sadly. I closed my eyes, trying to block those horrible memories."Yes. They are waiting for him to wake up." I said quietly. We were sitting in silence for a few seconds. The awkward tension between us could easily be sliced with a knife!"I'm sorry I didn't came m
I was thinking about Mike a little longer then I wish. I need to concentrate on my work. Which I had a ton, to say at least. I was thinking about Darla too. She is a very strange girl. I know I'm strange too, but she is somehow misteriously awkward. She is either very quiet, very sad or very weird. I managed to caught her acting normal, and that was when I was eavesdropping on her and Peter talking. I shook my head, trying to go back to my work. In front of me was Ada's files, Peter's files and a lot of other paperwork."No fun." I said out loud. I looked up at the clock on my white wall. It said 2 pm. Few more hours. Well... I guess I will have to do this."Hannah?" I said after she picked up her phone. I thought I give her a call, I haven't seen her since we clocked in."I didn't even eat lunch." She said quietly, barely audible. I laughed silently and she just sighed. "Are you ok?" I asked her, still smiling."Yes but I have tons to do before this day is over." She growled anno
Why am I really doing this? I know Stephanie is not going to be okay, I know things will only get worse so why did I just put her on Hydroxyurea? "Poor girl..." Veronica interrupted me in my daydream. I shook my head and sighed. "I know..." I said sadly. "Does it get easier?" I asked her, leaning with my both hands on her desk. She smiled lightly, making me warmer. "No honey. It doesn't. You will have to get used to this." She said. I took Stephanie's files and still with my one hand leaning on Veronica's desk, I started writting my report."For all it's worth, you are doing pretty good!" She said reassuringly. I smiled. "Thanks." I said as I stopped writting. "You know, in Africa, my dad and I couldn't help all of them. There was hundreds of kids every day. Not just small incisions, or simple diseases. Not curable, non operative, it was so hard..." My voice drifted off. There was at least tousands of flashbacks in my head. I will never forget those kids. Never.
"That was..." I started but I couldn't even breath properly so I stopped talking."Yea..." He said quietly and huskily. We both smiled. I felt so calm, so good."I missed this." He said, standing up. He was buttoning up his shirt and my gaze was stuck on his abs. He is so pretty..."Me too baby." I said smiling. I am so thankful for being here with him today. After all we have been through, we deserve some peace. Happines is at the tip of my fingers. "Dr.Miller I w-" Suddenly Darla came bursting into my room. Mike laughed and continued to button his shirt, I on the other hand felt really embarrassed. Darla's face was all kinds of colours! It was funny and awfull at the same time! "Don't you knock?!" I yelled at her as I was tucking in my shirt. Mike was still smiling.Jerk."I-" Darla started but she couldn't finnish. She spun around herself and I persume, tried to run out of the room, but she somehow misteriously couldn't find the door. Which was just behind her, by the way."What
"This is nice." Mike said after we ate. We spend the nicest evening in the most romantic restourant I've ever seen. It was some place nice, Homer is the name. It is serving Mediterranean and Middle Eastern inspired cuisine, influenced by the ingredients of the Pacific Northwest. All of the dishes are prepared over a wood fire and are served in a style that is meant for sharing. Mike knows the owner, Logan Cox and Sara Knowles who were inspired by their travels to Alaska and their dog, Homer. We found out that Logan and Sara moved to Seattle in 2013 and have called Beacon Hill home ever since and are proud to own a neighborhood restaurant a few blocks away. Everything was amazing. I haven't had a date with Mike for so long! "You know what today is?" He asked me, smirking. He took one lock of my hair which was on my face and tucked it in behind my ear.5th anniversary..."Of course I know." I smiled, feeling redness all over my face."You know..." He started. "I've been thinking about
"Is he okay?" I heard a soft voice behind me. Delia. John's mom."What?" I reflexively said, not even listening to her. I was still in some kind of shock. My chest hurt and my stomach was swirlling. My mind and my head was full, as I was trying to cope with this new situation I'm in. That John's in."Is he okay?" Delia repeated her question. Dr.Johnson called me and said John had another seizure." She said as her voice cracked. I sniffed and leaned on my knees. I was sitting outside John's room because I couldn't get a grip out of myself. "Umm, yes." I managed to say. "He is stable now." I said quietly, barely audible."Why is this happening?" Delia asked, sitting beside me. I backed off a bit, reflexively."We are trying to figure it out." I simply said. I was really not in the mood for her. She remained quiet. I was too.We were sitting there, outside of John's room and just waited I guess. For a few minutes that felt like days, one of us finally spoked. "Do you think they will ca
Since forever, I tend to please people. I think that's why I always get into problems. I tend to let people do what they want with me. No matter how they act, I always have need to apologize, to try and try all over again just so they don't have, which always ends up in me being hurt by the same things and people.Which led us to Mike. He done it all. Besides cheating, as far as I know. He hurt me in the way no one else did. Not even John. Either way, those are men who hurt me and I still come back to them either way! Why is it that something always pull you towards your ex. Is it a habit? Very bad habit."Ada will be ready in half an hour." Veronica came to my office. A knock on the door didn't woke me up from my daydreaming so she entered in by herself. I've been here since 5 am. I couldn't sleep at home by myself, Hannah was here dealing with her night shift and I just couldn't cope with anxiety and not knowing how John is going to be. Summary of today's day is that I had approxim