"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
I couldn't get myself together. Why is this so hard? Why is talking to your own mother so fucking hard? It isn't supposed to be that way. Nevertheless, I got what I needed from her. Pro bono surgery.When I came down to Peeds again, Darla was standing with Veronica by her front desk. They were talking. When Darla noticed me, she slowly backed off a little like she was talking with Veronica something I mustn't know. Either they were talking about Mike and me or about my mother. I tried to shook that off. "Where is Mr.Bhat?" I asked her when I came closer. I turned my head to Veronica, she smiled lightly. I think she noticed my pale face and swollen eyes, although she didn't say anything. "In Ada's room." She said quietly. "Come. We have great news to tell them." I said, smiling. Darla's eyes instantly got bigger and there was a big spark in them. That made me genuinely happy. I smiled to her again and nodded my head."Really?!" Darla squeeked like a Tweety bird. I laughed."Really
What is happening?! Why is her heart stopping? Did Dr.Johnson do everything alright? Is she going to die? "Doctor, her BP is dropping." Nurse said. Dr.Johnson was elbow deep in her brain."Suction!" He exclaimed. My heart was beating loudly as I listened to her flat line. Nurse quickly suctioned and he made sharp dissection over the olfactory bulb to disconnect the bulb and expose the anterior extradural extension of the tumor. I watched with such pride and fear! "Her BP is not going up doctor." Nurse said a little louder because it seemed like he's so focused on Ada's tumor that he doesn't realize that she's dying. "Dr.Johnson!" I intervened. I couldn't hold it in any longer, he is going to kill her! He raised his head and I saw anger in his eyes as he narrowed them. I blinked quickly, trying to get a grip of myself.I just yelled at the main surgeon during the surgery."Ventricular fibrillation!" Anesthesiologist said to Dr.Johnson. He sighed deeply. "Dr.Miller." He turned to m
My hands was still shaking 20 minutes after Ada's surgery. My first 12 hours long surgery was successful. This was a huge thing! I wanted to call Mike but it was 4 am, he was probably sleeping. He didn't even send me a simple text after our fight and that was childish from him but I don't have time to deal with that anymore. I am close to breaking things between us to be honest. I think I came to some kind of border. I will either stay with him forever or I will leave him. When I think about that more, the more I want to end this off and on-going relationship. If I would ever write on a paper 'pro and con' style, there would be a lot of bad things. He is jealous, controlling and he is always hiding something. And always something hideous. He thinks that with his money he can buy love and everything that he misses the most. I have good memories with him too, I would lie if I say differently! But that was like a gram of salt in the ocean. He can be very charming and persuading when it'
"Oh thank God...." Was my first sentence after my body dropped on my bed. Oh, the feeling like I float on the clouds, just unspeakably good. That was the longest shift ever and the longest day that existed. Thank God it's over.I thought I died and came back when my phone went off. With my eyes still closed I tried to reach it on my nightstand as I assumed it's my alarm. I sensed I pushed a few buttons but it just kept ringing. When I opened my eyes, I realized it was a phone call. "Hi baby." Mike."Hmm?" I asked still halfly sleeping."Are you sleeping?" He said what I could sensed, through smile. I caughed a little, trying to get a grip of myself. I still couldn't move or get up."Yes. I was until you called me." I said quietly, rolling my eyes. He didn't say anything on that, he just smiled. "When do you have to be on work today?" He asked me. "I thought maybe you could come in my office and see me... I want to talk to you." He said quietly. I sighed deeply, remembering our fig