Dr Meera Saravana has been on the run for the last ten years due to a fatal misunderstanding. She ends up in New York, hoping that maybe this time everything will work out. But that's turning out to be impossible the more she gets involved with the...
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Monday mornings arrived as they usually did, with little fanfare and enough coffee to send someone into a caffeinated haze. I had picked up the night shifts since were starting to get short staffed. Ever since this war broke out between the Farewell's and the Orlosky's broke out, the hospital has been losing staff, either out of fear of their well being or afraid of being shot while doing their job.
Farewell-Love General Hospital was shiny and new, gleaming white in a monotonous city of grey. Perhaps it was too easy of a target after all. But what use did anyone have targeting a hospital?
The E.R. was thankfully quiet when I walked in. Eddie and Felix were behind me, bickering about last nights game. Nat had begrudgingly let them stay over to watch football. I just watched passively, trying to understand the rules while Amara tried to explain who was on who's team and how they scored points. Most of it went over my head.
Dr Carlson saw me. He lifted his eyes from his clipboard, his sandy blond hair messy and his shirt half way tucked in. It was the first time I'd ever seen him so disheveled and there was no Dr Franz in sight.
"Dr Stone just quit," he informed me as I approached his desk. He scrubbed his hand down his face and yawned loudly. "I heard that some of the nurses are thinking of quitting too. I can't blame them."
I passed him my cup of coffee that I didn't drink. He needed it more than I did. "You'll become a patient is you continue like this."
"I'll live," he said, pushing himself off from the desk and picking up some of the files. "I'm heading off to my rounds. Tell the residents—if there's any left—to join me."
"I'll make sure to heard them your way."
"Dr Saravana?"
I turned around. "Yeah?"
"There a delivery for you. I placed it on your desk," he said, giving me small rare smile. "Maybe it isn't so hopeless after all?"
I didn't want to hope, it was such a precious resource. Eddie and Felix shared a looked, saying something with their eyes before they realized I was watching them.
Felix cleared his throat. "I'll go see if the nurses will need some help."
I nodded, opening the door to my office. 'That's a good idea."
"I'll go to the cafeteria," Eddie said, pulling out his wallet. "Want some coffee, Doc?"
"No, but thank you."
They look worried but chose not to say anything else to me. It's tense when they leave, almost like an oppressive cloud. The moment I cross the threshold of my office, it dissipates leaving me with less heavy shoulders than I'm used to.
My office is the same after a year, although I've tried my best to decorate. There were a few succulents that I bought on a whim that were lined up neatly near the windows. Books were all over my office, some were open to highlighted pages and others were stacked on top of each other. My desk was different today.
