Doctors Orders

i'll let you know

Logan

Fluttering my eyes open, I feel the blinding light from the sun seep in as I quickly shut them again.  I groan, rubbing my hand through my messy brown hair and over my throbbing head.

Nice going, Logan. You got fucking drunk last night and don't remember anything. Great.

I turn over, only to be only slightly shocked to see another person in my bed.  Sleeping.  And naked.

Perfect. I got no clue who this girl is.

Ever since l she left, this has been a normal occurrence.  Yes, I was completely over, yet the pangs in my chest of loneliness has stayed, resulting in this.  A one-night stand who I don't even remember the name of.

I get out of the bed and tug up my jeans over my thighs and let them loosely hang over my hips.  Running my hands through my hair again, I contemplate what to do with the woman in my bed. 

Should I wake her up and kick her out? Well God that seems really rude.

I leave her a note on my dresser and run out the door.

• • •

"Beautiful morning, isn't it, Logan?" Dr. Jones asks me as I'm walking through the halls.

"It is indeed, Robert"

Robert and I are good friends and go way to med school. He can be an ass, but can't we all?

"Remember, it's the interns first day today, and you are speaking about ortho."

"Great," I say sarcastically and I give him the thumbs up, "You ready? Cause I mean if you're not, I will gladly take your spot as Chief of Surgery."

"I'll let you know," he responds and we both chuckle.

Robert barely beat me out for Chief of Surgery last year... and I'm still holding a grudge. At least I'm Head of Orthopedic Surgery Department and running all of the ortho-related surgeries.

But it is not the same.

Chief of surgery is able to make some of the most important decisions for the surgery department in this hospital.  I get some-what of a say, but it is definitely a downgrade.

I'm about to turn the corner towards the attending lounge when Robert yells, "Oh, and can you try not to sleep with the interns this year?"

I pause and a small smirk tugs at my lips, "I'll let you know."

I get to the attending lounge and head inside. The attending lounge is pretty much a large room with two leather couches, fancy wooden lockers, a bathroom, and a fridge. Basically a high school locker room on steroids.  Grunting, I drop my bag in my locker with a

Thump Thump

Great, the hangover headache is back. Yippee.

Before I close the locker, I grab ibuprofen and water out of my bag, and I pray that this will work. As I put the little pills into my mouth again, Dr. Taylor Emerson walks in.

"Late night, I guess," she says.

"You think?" I respond some-what jokingly and some-what serious.