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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Work was hectic when I arrived.
It felt nice as I walked down the hall and nobody stared at me. The nurses treated me as they normally did, passing me the case files for the day. I thought that once I got with Ivan, things would be difficult. I'm glad I was wrong.
"Top of the morning," Dr Carlson walked by, paperwork tucked underneath his arms and an iv bag of blood in his hand. I didn't want to know who's it was. "You look well rested for once in your life."
I gave him a baleful look that would scare anyone else. "I just got here."
He grinned, nudging my side with his elbow. "You just look like you got a full eight hours of sleep," he said, waggling his eyebrows. "What else did you think I meant, Dr Saravana?"
"Nothing." I cleared my throat. "How're the parents in bed 16?" I asked.
"You're no fun."
"Remind me to talk to Haley later. I'm sure she'd love to spill all the beans about your time in—-"
"She's fine! She's in paediatrics and away from us! Our patient has a Classic firearm wound to the leg. Thankfully none of her nerves are damaged. A few months of therapy and a few follow-up surgeries, she'll be good as new."
"That's good," I picked up her chart and inspected it. "Any shrapnel?"
"None." He grinned. "Who do you think I am?"
"A gossip," I said without missing a beat.
"I resent that!"
Work crawled at a snail's pace. I had been called to the ER several times without a single break.
One of the assisting surgeons snapped at me for my response time. I know it was important but scrubbing and describing between each surgery is exhausting.
Somehow I was able to get through my shift with minimum teasing courtesy of Dr Carlson and my sanity still intact.
"Any plans, Dr Saravana," Dr Carlson said, holding a cup of coffee in his hand that Haley made him. I pointedly ignored the whipped cream and sprinkles monstrosity.
I thought of Ivan in the kitchen, the scent of him on my skin, and the heat of his stare as he invited me to his bed. I cleared my throat, blaming the heat on the weather. "Nothing special."
"Yeah well," he nodded his head towards the parking lot. "As you can see, 'Nothing Special' is waiting for you."
Ivan leaned against his Range Rover, dressed in a white button shirt and blue jeans. His leather jacket was tossed over his arm casually. None of his guards was with him as usual. I glanced around looking for Eddie and Felix but I didn't see my two favourite troublemakers.
I ignored the strange looks I got as my lips curved into a smile at the sight of him.
Dr Carlson patted my back, giving me a gentle push. "There's no point wasting your time here. Get going, Doctor. Hopefully, I'll still see you in one piece on Monday."
