All Chapters of Teach Me : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

"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

"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

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

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.

"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