"What do you mean?" I questioned marching down to meet him.
His fist clenching and unclenching at his side. "I don't like him and I don't want you talking to him anymore."
I snorted raising a brow to his command. "Yeah okay."
"I'm serious My. I don't like the way he looks at you. The way he always seems to be around. I'm telling you the dude is a creep."
"Pacey he is a firefighter and an ex-marine. He was only checking in with us after he heard me screaming. He was sincerely concerned about our well being. I mean it's obvious that he has a protective nature and if I'm being honest I kind of like that we have such a bad ass for a neighbor."
He calmed down some knowing that I wasn't defending Reid per say, but his choice of profession. "I respect him for everything that he has done for our country and the fact that he puts his life on the line everyday to save innocent people. I will not however sit idly by and watch him openly drool over you like you are his personal play thing."
"If it will make you happy than I will stay away from him." For now, I added in my head. "So where did the other two stooges run off too?"
He did not look amused. "Really Mya."
"What?" I snickered.
"They're up in my room waiting on me. We are about to lay some serious smack down on countless middle schoolers in call of duty."
"If I hear more than a handful of curse word's out of you, then you forfeit your allowance for the next two weeks." I asserted smirking up at him.
"Then don't come upstairs." He bellowed retreating into his lair.
As the week went on I quickly learned how reckless and unhinged some people truly are, especially working the night shift. So far I've dealt with slips, trips, falls, fishing, boating and power tool accidents, alcohol positioning, heart attack's, general sickness, one kid around the age of four somehow managed to get a raisin stuck up his nose.
On Wednesday night there was an elderly lady and her granddaughter that came in. The older women was complaining she was feeling dizzy. The doctor on call, Dr. Carter asked her is she had ever been diagnosed with "vertigo". The Granddaughter spoke up and said "No. No, she is a Libra..." Dr. Carter and I thought she was telling a joke and we busted out laughing hysterically. Yeah, she was dead serious.
Thursday night, will go down as being one of my worst nights as an ER nurse. We had a mother and father bring in their teenage son who overdosed and didn't make it. His family thought he was doing better and didn't realize that he was using again. Kira told me that he had quit over a handful of times within the three year's she had known him. Each time the hospital would admit him and give the parents treatment options for him which they had him take. They said he had been clean this time that they knew of for at least six months. The mother said she became worried when they were eating dinner at the time. The young man kept slipping in and out of consciousness and saying he couldn't feel his hands. They obviously brought him straight here, but unfortunately it was too late by the time they got him to us. His heart gave out an hour after he was admitted. I went home and cried myself to sleep that morning, praying for his family and thanking God that my brother was not into that kind of stuff.
Then I found out about 'the pool' some of my coworkers had. They would bet on who would come in and with what condition. That's when I found out how truly insane some people are.
So, this guy came in with a toy train engine stuffed up his anus. I mean to the point where Dr. Carter could just barely touch it with his fingers. He claimed that he was chasing his five year old son around his room, and he climbed up to the top bunk. The man said he tried to climb up there to retrieve his son, slipped and then fell on the toy. The train itself went up about four or five inches into his rectum, through his boxer shorts, which had a suspiciously small hole in the seat. It was supposed to have been made by the train's entrance into his bottom. The doctor and I spent well over an hour attempting to remove it.

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Impulse
RomanceWhen tragedy strikes, Mya Mitchell and her younger brother Pacey are forced to go on the run and disappear. Mya is trying to piece their broken lives together by moving them across the country to a small town in Maine. Somewhere where no one knows w...