It Hurts When It's True (Affaire de Coeur, #1)

Chapter 23: Party Hard

It was liberating.

Maggie had never learned real courage before Damian. It was like having learned a new skill, and if she were a role-playing game character then she had truly levelled up in every sense of the word.

She realized that now was the moment to test her newly-acquired ability. If she survived this one then she was sure nobody would easily step on her like a proverbial insect ever again. Unless if they tried so hard, of course.

"Go on, Hampton. Time for vital signs," the lanky Odette said.

Maggie raised her head from having her self-consumed by carrying out the new doctor's orders on the chart. Slowly, she turned to the side and gave the blonde a questioning look.

"What are you still doing sitting there? Go, go, go!" The woman insisted.

With a very slow movement, Maggie lifted herself off the stool. She had her hands pressed on the desk and her arms gradually extended. Standing straight, she looked at the tall nurse straight in the eyes.

"Why don't you do it yourself? You seem to be passing time doing nothing." She replied.

Odette's eyes widened at Maggie's response, and that reaction had given the latter quite the extreme level of satisfaction. She tried to hide the amusement that she was feeling and she had successfully kept her face straight.

"What did you just say?" The other nurse retorted.

"I told you to do it yourself." She responded coolly.

"You're telling me to do it myself?"

"Exactly."

"Helga!" The woman called out and the vertically-challenged brunette came rushing out of the lounge.

"What?" Helga asked.

"This woman has just told me to do her job." Odette replied.

"It's your job, too, you know?" Maggie was starting to lose her cool.

"Not in this ward. No." Helga corrected her as if she was a dull-witted child who did not know anything.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Exactly as it means. It's your job to do those tedious tasks. Ugh." Odette answered, rolling her eyes at Maggie.

Maggie felt her hands clenched involuntarily at her sides. She could not believe the heretic comment that her colleague had spoken. She felt like wrecking havoc in the pediatric ward at the insensible remarks that she was hearing from the two other nurses.

She might not be the best nurse, but she knew what exactly their job description was. And it seemed like they did know theirs.