Medical malpractice case

Chapter 2 Noah

I did well, right? It was a month ago. There's no way it didn't. I went through everything before I started it. I even trained for it. I did it. I actually did it. I take a deep breath, shaking my thoughts away. I examine the x-ray in my hands. I hold it closely, examining the brain. I observe it for a little while and write down the prescription. I grab the staple and click the papers together. Madison comes in, and I hand it to her. She looks at me skeptically.

"Noah, everything okay?" She says softly. Madison is always like this. She cares. The only women im actually close with, apart from my sisters. Miles is a lucky guy. I look up and smile at her.

"I'm okay." I reply. She looks concerned for a second, but lets it go. For now.

"If that's all. I'm gonna leave. Do you need anything?" She asks. I shake my head.

"No, thank you." I reply. She nods and walks out. Leaving me with my thoughts. Yet again.

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No no no no, I did well. What is this?! No, no, this is wrong. The anger in my body js reaching to the tip of my toes. I reach for a vase and throw it, making it shatter all around the floor. My dog whimpers. Now is not the time ace. No. This can't be. I pull my phone out and dial Maddison. She answers on the third ring, sounds like a child is crying, probably one of her kids.

"Hello?" She answers, shushing, whom I'm assuming is one of her kids. Probably the youngest, Aria.

"Maddison, what is this?"

"What?" She asks, her voice cutting. She's probably rocking Aria  or moving.

"Didn't I do well?"

"In what?" She asks, I can tell her patience is wearing thin, but I couldn't care less.

"The surgery. Why the hell am I awake by the patients mom a month later accusing me of not doing the surgery well. She's telling me we're going to trail. Maddison, I can't do this. It'll ruin my reputation."

"Have you done something wrong?"

"No, I trained and checked everything. It was all going through just like a straight line." 

After talking for a while. We come up with a solution. One that I hate. Facing the stupid patient and her mom and going to trail. One more thing I need to call Katie.  I swipe up to the 'k' contacts going to 'Katie 💘' contact. I dial, and she answers on the second ring.

"Helloo." She answers. That answer always brings a smile to my face.

"Katie, could you do me a favor?" I ask

"Yeah, what's up?" She says. I take a deep breath, preparing to say what I can't believe is actually happening

"Remember the surgery I operated like a month ago?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Well, the patients mom filed a lawsuit against me.." I trail off staring at the broken glass.

"She did what? That goddamn bastard. She does realize it's been a month."

"Katie, that's not the point. Could you be my lawyer for it?" Silence fills the phone. Worry washes over me.  "Come on, Katie, please." I plead.

"Okay, I'll fly tomorrow." She says. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"Katie, I love you so much. You know that?" I express my gratitude, I've never said those words except for Katie and Isabelle, which means they actually mean the world to me because they do. I love them with all my heart.

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"You know, I feel bad for Gavin, left him with three kids to deal with." She chuckles.

"Well, he can deal with it." I blurt out. I'm happy for my sister that she found one, but I can't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Will I ever find love? Will I ever find someone who I love and they love me? Or will I grow old and die alone? These thoughts run through my hand almost every day, if not every day.

"Uh.. alright dude. Chill." She says

"I am chill. In fact, I'm the chillest person here." I say straightening my stance. She looks at me skeptically.

"Yeah, right." She mutters. Does she think i can't hear her? She walks into the kitchen, and i follow behind. Her eyes land on  the pile of dishes I have yet to clean.

"Noah?!" Her eyes widen at the sight.

"I'll clean them later." I brush it off, downing a glass of water.

"See, this is one of the reasons no one wants to marry you." She says. Hurt washes over me, and she looks at me and realizes what she has just said.

"Sorry." She says softly.

"It's okay, no worries." I say before walking out of the kitchen. I walk into the bathroom and splash water on my face. I grab the edge of the sink with both my hands. I look up at my reflection. She's right, you know? You'll never find love. Never. You're old. Ugly. A workaholic. Everything no one wants. No one will ever love you, Noah. Look at you. I grab my jaw and turn it to the side, exposing my uneven beard.  I glance at the razor, I pick it up and start going over the uneven parts. There. I fixed it. I turn if off and place it back down.  I take a deep breath before going out of the bathroom. I look around for Katie. My eyes land on her on the phone. She's talking to Gavin, her husband. I roll my eyes and walk into my room, clothes scattered everywhere. I sigh. I walk to my Landry basket. It's already filled to the top, overflowing. How surprising. I grab my shirt that I'm currently wearing and sniff it. I'm stinky. I pull it off with one swift motion, and I glance at myself in the mirror, looking at my abs. Slightly wearing off. I need to hit the gym. I groan and collapse on the bed.