CHAPTER SEVEN
Seven in the morning and I have 12 more hourse to go. Sigh. Time passed by in monotonous fashion. I highly suspect that because Neri wasn't talking to me after all the "hiding food from me" incident, and with Ethan graciously steering clear (not sure if intentional), makes everything quite boring. Not that I'm looking for action but even patient's cases were not remarkable. Not remarkable enough to say it's emergency but then, usual protocol, if they think it's emergent then it is. Even if it's a simple non-allergic ant bite.
I sat in the corner looking around. The patients I handle are all benign and I'm simply waiting for their laboratory results. If everything is as I think it is, then they must be fine and be free to go home. How ironic, at times of intense patient influx I just wish they'd go away; now that I'm having a slow pace at work, I'm looking for something more to do. sigh.
I feel myself drifting into microsleeps. I tried to snap out of it and shook myself awake. Sleep, at most times, is a good friend, but at times like these, a traitor.
"Really now, Dr. Bryce. Are you sure you'd want to get caught sleeping?"
My eyes shot open. I dozed off! And because I am a very lucky girl, who else should catch me sleeping but the devil himself? Ethan was eyeing me with a look of evil amusement which I would very much want to wipe off with a punch, but restrained myself for doing so. He caught me sleeping on duty hours, after all.
Holy, shit.
My eyes widened with the thoughts playing in my head. I am certain that he'll surely rat me in, being the loathsome, nosey, teacher's pet wannabe joke of a doctor that he is, but I most certainly do not want to see him walk up to Dr. Schmidt about this. AAARRGGHH.
"I didn't notice.I-I wasn't aware that I was asleep. I just woke up when I heard your voice and realized too late that I fell asleep."
"I could see that." He smiled, clearly amused at my plight.
My insides were boiling with hot thick lava and I HATE how he enjoys this! I also hate how stupid I sound. It was too obvious that I'm panicky. I think he may already know my dilemma and is intentionally playing along. Blackmail! What a total douche!
"You know what, run off to Dr. Schmidt and rat me out, instead of you standing there and mocking my misery! That's what you're good at, calling for help to get all good-boy-looking." I hissed at him. I could not help myself, I'd really rather much face inquiry than spend another second being red in the face for getting caught.
"Paige, let me tell you something straight, I do not care about how I make myself look. I do what I want to do."
"Yeah, you obviously do not care about your goody two shoes image. You fetched Dr. Schmidt the last time, why don't you do it again this time?"
"Do not make this issue about me. I caught YOU sleeping. Do not try and veer this conversation to what I did."
He's right. But of course, why would I back down and assent? I'm not going to let him win.
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Resident Rival
RomancePaige Bryce, is in her third year of residency as a Medical doctor. She is at the top of her game, being the best at practically anything. It was as if nothing could go wrong for her--- until Ethan came along. The new doctor has proven himself to be...
