Maybe This Time

Chapter 18

Y/N's POV

"You can lay down in the mattress, not on the floor of the operating room," Vicky said looking down at my exhausted body. We just finished 3 surgery in a row after a car accident happen. A truck lost its control and bump into a car with a teenager driving in it.

"I'm exhausted and I can't stand anymore," I complain. She doesn't want to leave me here so she lay down with me. "It feels good to lay here after the three surgeries," She said and she move placing her head go my chest. "See, I told you"

We look up when the door opens; it's June and Christian both attending neurosurgeon. "We don't find this romantic but not gonna lie you both look cute" June commented. "I agree but you two need to stand up because you're gonna inform the family"

I get up first then I help Vicky to stand. We take a deep breath before opening the gate. All eyes of the patient's family are in ours. We look at each other and smile. "The surgery is a success. We took out the debris from the impact. You can see him in the recovery room" they all cheered and hug us for appreciation.

"Best team" June cheered as we go to the attending lounge. "And best couple" Christian adds. The morons high-five knowing I can't stop them because im exhausted.

"My back hurts" I complain, standing up for 14 hours straight is not that easy. "The last patient we had you know I just want to lay on the floor and sleep. I won't do that again, that 3 surgeries in one stand."

"We will buy you two a dinner, what do you want?" June suggests. Vicky and I look at each other and communicate through our heads. We nod in agreement.

"COFFEE!" we both yelled. I don't have an appetite to eat. I only have a little energy and I don't want to waste it by chewing my food.

"Coffee only?" June ask. We both nod. I make myself comfortable on the couch, leaning my aching back. I raise my legs and put them on the table.

"You're not used to how New York is prone to an accident don't you?" She asks, she put her head on my shoulder. We both tired. "Not that im not used. I live here before so I know how busy New York is. And I did at least 6 surgeries in a row when I was in LA. It's just- it feels something strange, im not used to this place anymore."

We both enjoy the calming silence while we're waiting for that two idiots. I wrap ny hands-on her shoulder as we take a rest.

I have never experienced this after nearly 6 years. My life revolves only around three things: work, sleep, coffee then repeat the cycle. I drown myself in my job that I forgot how to take care of myself and take a break, and I came to the point I was forced to stop and take a leave. And I did, but I stay in my room for the rest of the month. Jane comes over to bring me food and talk to me. It's tiring, you know. Doing what you love is now toxic for your body that you have to quit for a while.

LA is a safe hiding spot for me. I know people wondering where am I, Jane show me some tweets and posts about me that's why I deleted all my social media account and live privately.

Though there were still paparazzi around, they didn't take a lot of pictures because I make sure they are all covered when im outside. I don't want the people to know where am I.

The first year of living in LA is a very huge step in my life. I'm not used to living alone, im dependent on her. My insomnia got worse that I have to take a pill to let me rest after being sleepless for three to four days.

Until im used to sleep without extending my arms to feel the cold sheets on my right side. I can now eat breakfast alone, even dinner. I can shower alone, I can do things alone again.