Olivia

Room 414

Yeah yeah I know you're wondering - what the hell is going on! Dr. Jean Greg!? Who's this freak creeping up on the story!!
But please my lovely readers be patient, coz its refreshing for Olivia's re-entry.

And no! You're not reading something else, its Olivia only...

DR. JEAN GREY'S P.O.V.

If you already have an experience of the term - hell broke loose,than well, you know what I'm going through then.

"Wow!! Tell me honestly, how you passed your medical exams?" I asked the idiot girl standing as dumb as she is. She forgot to change the needle and that's close to crime in my language.

"I'm an intern,Mam..." She argued back in a small voice. Arguments..ah! How I hate that, and especially coming from my juniors.

"So....!" I raised my eyebrows and she gulped in nervousness.

I was just about to explode when a small heighted nurse, that's probably my friend barged in through the door of patient 104, carrying my ringing cellphone in panic.

"Dr. Grey your call." She tried to hand me my phone.

"It can wait." I shrugged, while she came beside me instead of stepping to the exit.

"Its your husband, Scott." She pursued on the topic.

"It can wait..." I rolled my eyes. Its close to 10 p.m. which means my duty is over but I have to make sure things are alright here. And I can't go without giving this intern a piece of my mind.

"But Jean-" she started to say but I cut her off with a stern look, my eyes now on the young incapable girl in the front.

"You- what's your name? Yes, Raven, I'll report you! Tomorrow early in the morning. Make sure to put that stupid remarks of you-"
Oh how I wish I would have completed that sentence of mine...

"Jean,please listen! Your husband called me three times and told me to inform you that he's ill and the kids are hungry. And also, tomorrow anyhow you have to attend Logan's party." The nurse blurted out quickly and I just looked at her in dismay. How I'm going to manage all this...?? How!!

She patted my shoulder in sympathy, telling - I should go, and I pinched the bridge of my nose in stress, taking deep breaths. Leaving Miss Raven and my anger, I dragged my legs out of the room 104, looking at the floor.

What have I done to deserve all this at this age of 40? Maybe passing that cursed medical exam, or maybe marrying Scott! Yes, that would be. But, No!! He was one hell of an attractive gentleman. So, no complaining there.

While typing a rough schedule for the nurses and other ward boys, I kept on counting what multitasking I have to do at my home too. Soon I'm packing my stuff, simultaneously checking if I have carried my cellphone. Thank god! Its there and isn't lying in the medical kit of some poor patient like today morning. If I wasn't worried about that young lady situated in room 414 of our hospital, it would have been a different case.

Worry! I never worry about my patients, it has always been a professional thing for me, but the girl here got a tough heart like me, care...

I still remember how disastrous her case was, a week ago. I mean, you don't see accidents like hers very often...wounded skin and a body covered in so much blood ! One of my assistant shuddered at the sight of this girl being carried by her boyfriend, a very unemotional boyfriend I might add. We were successful to bring this girl back to life with a few bandages, and I was shocked when she requested to donate her blood after 2-3 days when we were frantically searching for that rare blood group.

Without my minds permission my long legs raced to the lift, my conscience won't allow me to run to my home before checking on room 414, her room...

I know I'm already very late, but the brunette girl over here, may need somebody. A kind soul like hers who can cheer up the depressed patients here during the daylight and cries herself to sleep at night, deserves more, much much more.

As I open her door a little, clutching the door handle like my life depended on it, I can see her tossing and turning in pain, I know why..her nightmares... The poor girl was screaming and weeping in her sleep these past two days, like she was being tortured in her sleep. I know its not because of some physical pain, but for sure emotional.

I wonder why there is no one for her here, when she needs it the most, may be she's an orphan? Some friends should have come till now and what about her boyfriend? Where is he now?

I frantically pray for someone to be there for her..anyone..

I know I don't remember any patient's name but Olivia, the girl admitted in room 414 is......different in a special way.

I sigh in dismay as my phone was about to ring loudly in this so silent atmosphere. Hmmm..its a message from my husband saying that Moira, my daughter already prepared the dinner since I'll be tired.

I smile gratefully, thinking of her little attempt, even though its a first time Moira has done something like this. May be....its a big great omen....