In Love With the Neurosurgeon - DISCONTINUED

Chapter 3

Hello friends and readers! This chapter, as will future chapters, has some Spanish dialog in it. Spanish is not my first language and I don't know a ton, so I will be relying on google translate. If you spot any errors, please let me know! If you as a reader don't speak a lick of Spanish, the translations are at the end of the chapter!

"Why are you running exactly?" Michelle asked rudely to Owen.

"Incoming trauma!" he yelled, running to the ambulance bay. I started to follow him before feeling a grip on my arm.

"And where are you going?" Michelle asked me lowly.

"Um, to the ambulance bay?" I say, confused. She went back to the chart we had been working on.

"Did we get a page?" she questioned, not looking up from the papers.

"No, but-" I started.

"Then we don't go to the trauma, newbie," she said simply yet seemed slightly annoyed.

"I need a neuro consult, ortho consult, and a plastics consult in trauma two now," Owen yelled as they ran past us.

I looked over at Michelle who had stopped writing on the chart, just staring ahead. "Now do we go, Lin?" I asked in a smug way.

She rolled her eyes. Seems like she was always doing that. "Smart ass," she whispered under her breath. I smiled slightly.

"What have we got?" I yelled when I walked into the room, slipping my arms into the paper gown, allowing a nurse to tie it while I pulled on my gloves.

"Morgan Lumbar, 32 year old male, victim of an MVC involving a drunk driver," Owen rattled off.

"Visible injuries show puncture wounds to the abdomen, multiple face lacerations, a dislocation in the left knee, and a possible fracture in the left ankle, will need x-rays to confirm."

"Patient lost consciousness in the field, but vitals have remained stable."

Michelle comes in behind me, immediately followed by Amelia and some other surgeon. Amelia glared at the other surgeon, giving him a look every time he talked to her.

She looked every bit annoyed. While Lin was busy assessing the damage and the other surgeon was looking at our patient's knee, I went up to her.

"You okay?" I asked quietly.

"Hm?" she said, snapping her out of her thoughts. "Sorry, what'd you say?

"I said are you alright," I repeated.

"Yea I'm okay."

"Why're you being so hostile to the other surgeon? Who is he, anyway?"

"His name's Link, ortho surgeon."

"Link?"

"Oh yea, wait till you hear his real name." I gave her a questioning look. "Atticus Lincoln," she said, biting back a laugh.

We both contained our laughs as we were supposed to be serious during a trauma.

"You didn't answer my first question though. Why are you so angry towards him?"

She sighed. "He's my crazy and jealous ex boyfriend. He saw us talking earlier and is making a big deal about it."

I nodded in understanding. "Why exactly is he making a big deal out of it?"

"I'm not exactly sure if I'm honest. He did the same thing with my partner I was with not too long ago. He got mad at me for introducing my child to my partner, which makes no sense at all."