Melanie P.O.V.
I've been working extra shifts lately. What can I say? I love my job. I feel like I don't ever want to go home. I walk outside to wait for the ambulance. We had someone come in today with a serious injury. The guy was a John Doe. He had been hit by a train while he was walking around and he had lost consciousness. There was no license or Ids in his pocket. I feel myself space off as I think about how the incident happened. What was he doing walking around on the train tracks? I hear the sirens and come out of my daze, preparing myself mentally for what I am about to see. As soon as the ambulance stops in front of us the doors swing open and the paramedics come out explaining all the injuries. I get to work as I check the injuries as my interns put him on a gurney. There is blood all over the mans' body. We rush him inside and start working to stop the bleeding. There is deep cuts and bruises on the man's face. There are a few broken bones, but other than that the man looked great for someone who got ran over by a train.
After a while, the man is stable and in a room. I walk over to where I usually take my breaks. I sit down with my bag of chips as I think about the day. I see Mark walking over. He was my doctor when we were in the accident and ever since he found that out he's always wanting to hang out during breaks. He always likes bragging about how he saved my life.
"Hey Mark!" I say as he sits down next to me. I offer him some chips and he takes some.
"Hey. How's it going?" He asks.
"It's all good. I'm just really tired." I sigh laying my head on his shoulder.
"Yea. You'll get used to it after a few months." He says patting my knee.
My phone rings. I look at it and notice it's a text from Timmy. I smile. He was always checking up on me.
"Your boyfriend?" Mark asks as he grabs more chips.
"Yea. He just wants to know if I ate already." I say as we both look down at the bag of chips, laughing.
"Maybe we should go get some real food." He says, getting up.
I nod as I follow him to the cafeteria. Once we have our food we sit down and eat. "So are you and Timmy serious?" Mark asks, focusing on his food trying to avoid eye contact.
"Umm... I guess we are." I smile.
"Well that's too bad." He says as he looks me in the eyes. I feel my face burning and look away.
I did love Timmy, but it was different with Mark. He understood what I did. I could talk to him about anything without him getting squeamish or childish about it. We understood each other in a different way then me and Timmy. I sigh, continuing to finish my food. I feel my pager buzz in my pocket.
"Damn it! I gotta go. I'll see you later." I say getting up.
"Yea." Mark nods as I leave. I page my interns to meet me at the ER. This was going to be a long day.
