Surgeon Dr. Wyatt Bradshaw experiences the highs and lows as he tries to balance his hectic work and Love life. Sexy, educated, black and gay- what a deadly combination!
It was my turn to run the Emergency Room on night shift, and besides I needed all the trauma experience I could get; not that it was my specialty but because my chief of surgery was riding my ass about how I was too good not to be well rounded as a fifth-year surgical resident. Yeah that's right, the boy is a doctor! Made my momma proud when I told her what her knuckled head- baby boy planned on doing with his life. I've chosen to be an OB/GYN but I focused heavily on Neonatal Surgery. See I grew up in the hood and saw shit most dare to even stomach. Babies born with deficiencies due to drug addicted mothers, lack of seeing the doctor or sometimes just genetics. Young teen girls who got pregnant from either a slip up with their boyfriends, or even being the victim of gang rape. Most of these girls didn't know to take their vitamins or even head over to the clinic for a checkup. So, I made a choice to be that someone to give those helpless mothers and children hope for a better life.
It's just passed 3:30am and to keep it real, I've had just about three cups of coffee since I got here last night at 7pm, so you know I'm wired as hell.
"Fuck it. Maroon it is." I tell myself as I browse through these paint colors for the 100th time
I've been trying to figure out what colors to paint the damn walls in my bedroom for like 3 weeks now and haven't come up with shit; but seeing as how miraculously I had down time, I thought I'd take full advantage.
I was enjoying my peace and quiet until nurse Julie walked up to the desk.
"Can you lend a hand Dr. Bradshaw? Dr. Green needs you in trauma 3." She said
"Forsure. I'll be right there" I stated and grabbed my stethoscope.
I power walked over to trauma 3 to see my booskee, my homegirl, my ride or die, Dr.Tiffany Green running the call. See Tiffany and I met in college when we were both neos on the yard; she was a Delta and I was a Que, so you can say we've been through hell together. That girl is practically my twin. Hell we think alike and talk alike. Two D9's and Two Virgos, I'm September 4th and she's the 7th. We are the epitome of Coleman Kids.
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DR. Tiffany Green
"What do we got?" I asked"
She looked at me and smiled. "Jessica Gutierez, 26. Experiencing nausea, heartburn and indigestion. She's passed out while jogging and her neighbor called 911."
"Thank you. Hi Jessica, my name is Dr. Wyatt Bradshaw. Can you tell me what you remember?"
She took the oxygen mask off her head and started speaking with short breaths. "I was jogging, like I always do and then." Takes a breath. "then I felt like I couldn't breathe. And next thing in know I'm here."
"Have you had these symptoms before?
"Once or twice, but I always thought it was normal when you're pregnant."
"How far along are you?
"4 months"
I've seen this too many times. Over stressed mothers go into this type of cardiac stress, but hopefully this one is mild and not life threatening to her or the baby.
