"What's your name?" the kind lady asked me at the front desk.
"Lauren," I smiled back softly, "Lauren Wilson."
"Nice to meet you Lauren," she typed some information into her computer and handed me a name tag and some papers. "You will be working at room 205."
I nodded and neatly wrote my name on the name tag and stuck it onto my chest. "Thank you," I walked away from the front desk and started my way down the long empty hallway.
The walls were white and plain and the strong smell of rubber and medicine drifted into my senses. My shoes squeaked as I continued to walk swiftly forward on the shiny tiled ground, the floors were clearly cleaned not long before I got here.
It was my first day volunteering at the hospital as a nurse, but as the 16 year old I am, I haven't had much experience in working in a hospital. In the future, I aspire to be a doctor of some sort, and working in the medical compartment. I have taken many classes in the past couple of years to prepare me for this job and for my possible future career.
I've always loved to help people, it gives me a fantastic feeling. I love the feeling of making others feel happy, and knowing that I made someone feel that way. The fact that so many people are living in such tough conditions really hurts me, and I would want to do anything to give them a helping hand and make them feel better-- and possibly save their lives. Just the thought of these types of people aches my heart.
Another reason why I want to be a doctor is because of my mom. My mother passed away when I was 7 years old, a pretty young age. She was a very beautiful and smart woman; dark hair, pale eyes, and pink cheeks--at least that's what I remember. Many people say that I resemble her more than my dad, making me flattered but also occasionally bringing a few tears to my eyes. My mom was diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer and wasn't expected to live much longer after the diagnosis. She stayed in bed all day, and her oxygen tank followed her around wherever she went. She was a very successful woman and attended Yale for her first 4 years of college, and continued to Harvard for medical school. I aspire to be just like her, to follow in her footsteps, to make her proud. I wish she were here to clap for my accomplishments, to scold me when I'm wrong, and to love me like a mom would. Unfortunately, life isn't fair--sometimes you just have to live with what you have.
My dad on the other hand is...different. He gets angered very easily, and comes home from work everyday late at night smelling like cigarettes and nicotine. He lays around all day and watches T.V. with a bottle of beer in his hands, slurring his words as he demands me for another three more bottles. He could have helped with my mom's struggles, but decided that he himself was his top priority. I try to live with it, even though it seems kind of impossible sometimes.
Room 200..201...203...204...
I walked past the rooms and paused in front of room 205.
I looked down at my paper and looked up at the room to make sure it was the right one. I took a deep breath and walked into the room, shutting the door behind me silently.
A tall muscular boy about my age with messy dark hair sat by the window, looking out into the distance. His strong bare back showed through the opening of his hospital gown and his hands stayed relaxed in his lap. No words were said, and no moves were made.
I stood there, frozen, admiring him.
He continued to look out through the big window, not noticing that I had just walked in the door.
I looked down at the papers in my hand and pulled out the sheet underneath the rest of the papers.
Ethan Grant Dolan.
6'0.
Italian/Irish.
Primary Cardiac Tumor:
-rare tumor found in heart
-stage 4
I gulped and set my papers aside and stepped towards him.
"Hi," I said awkwardly.
He continued to look out the window, no response.
"You must be Ethan," I smiled forcefully. "I'm Laur-"
"Unless you're here to pick me up and get me out of this hellhole, then please leave," he rudely interrupted.
I closed my eyes and took a deep sigh and smiled.
"I'm Lauren, I'm your new nurse."
He slowly turned around until his body was facing directly towards me. He had a sharp jaw, powerful eyes, and a purplish streak in his hair that was fading. He had dark circles under his eyes and his skin was a little pale, but he was overall still extremely attractive.
I reached my arm out in front of him and smiled widely, waiting for him to shake my hand back.
He stared at my hand for a little while, then back at me. Eventually, he slowly turned back around until his back was facing towards me again.
"Well you're definitely the peppy type," he said plainly.
"Well," I took a deep breath trying to relieve my nerves and started talking speedily, "This is my first time working at a hospital. I have taken many classes in the past few years and I'm trying to see how working at a hospital would be like. I'm great at biology, health issues was a helpful class for me, I'm taking a medical school preparation class starting this fall for Junior year, I tried to volunteer at several other hospitals but they all said I was too young, I worked at the front desk of a hospital, I like studying the heart, I--"
"As much as I love your voice, I would rather you be quiet," Ethan turned back around, his expression softened. "Working at a hospital isn't as fun as it seems."
"I like helping people," I shrugged.
Ethan stood up and stretched his body upwards, towering over me. He walked over to his bed and slowly climbed back into the sheets, wincing in pain.
"You can help me by leaving me alone," he said.
"I-" I paused and glanced over at the door and looked back at him as he continued to struggle to get comfortable. "I can fix your pillow.."
"Nope, I insist," he pointed towards the door, "it's late anyways."
My eyes wandered the room unsurely, "I-I'll see you tomorrow then!" I smiled forcefully and grabbed my coat and my purse and headed out the door unwillingly.
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OK SO THIS STORY ISN'T GOING TO BE SUPER LONG SO IM PRETTY SURE IM GONNA BE ABLE TO FINISH IT.
btw i literally had to research things with heart problems bc ethans supposed to have some type of heart problem in the fanfic and like i couldnt find any that actually made sense for his age
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