Part 23: Impulsive Strike

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After I left Helen's office, my mind flooding with shitty self loathing comments and thoughts, I found my way towards my office- a place I hate being cooped up in and yet today- I want to do just that.

No major plans to ruin the hospital today. No incredible complicated task I want to over come.

No.

I just want to sit in my office and try to flush away the fucking voices in my head that are telling me that Helen and I aren't going to make it.

You're erratic. That's what she called you. It's only a matter of time before she moves on to something better.

Which won't be hard because everyone is an upgrade compared to you.

And did you see the way she looked at you before you left? Like you're a great big disappointment.

She wouldn't be the first woman to think that.

Georgia.

Alice.

Luna.

Gwen.

Brantley.

Lauren.

Dora.

Sandra Full- Not from Billing.

Every woman you have ever know finds you utterly disappointing- so why continue?

"Ah! Good you're in here. Now we can finish discussing our little predicament." Brantley barges into my office and shuts the door- closing the blinds.

"I didn't know my personal life was a predicament."

"Yes! It is! Max- interoffice relationships are prohibited."

"Yeah- you said that." I drone and swivel in my chair.

"I'm being serious, Max. New Amsterdam can't be responsible for the incompetencies of your romantic falling out and or your infatuated romances that lead to patients being placed on the back burner while you and Dr. Sharpe find an on-call room!" Her nagging voice gives me an instant headache and I  wish she would just shut up.

"Honestly Karen- I don't care."

"Excuse me?" She gasps.

"Yes- be offended. I don't care. Helen is a professional and an extremely amazing doctor. She isn't going to fuck up your precious little hospital."

"I'm frankly not worried about Helen Sharpe- Max. She isn't the one who does radical things on a daily basis just for the fucking Hell of it. I'm worried about you and your ability to function under love lights!" Nodding my head, I stand up and she just watches me. Grabbing my badge, I take it off and toss it at her- hitting her chest as she tries to catch it- only it lands on the floor at her feet. "MAX!"

"There. Now you don't have to worry about your fucking hospital." Walking out passed her, I storm down the hallway and just feel a surge of of anger coursing through me.

"MAX! You can't quit!!"

"I just did!" I yell back at her as I continue walking. People just track me with their eyes and whisper.

The vein in my temple pounds with blood flow. I am so done with Karen Brantley trying to run my fucking life. Heading towards the back doors on the harbor side, I storm passed everyone without care of who they are. 

I know Helen said ignore them.

But I can't.

They're in my head.

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