Doctors Orders

kind of cute

Vanessa

I shut my locker with a large 'thud' as I rest my head onto the cool surface ahead of me. Letting my hair fall in front of my eyes, I take a breath. This week has been rough. After having my one day off, I was bombarded with patients and paperwork to last a lifetime.

"Surgical residency is SO much fun! It is so rewarding and a joy!" said no one ever.

To pile more on, the next few weeks will be filled with studying for our first year exams.  My head starts to ache at the even thought of it.  Pretty much it is like a mid-term in high school, but we take it in the middle of our first year of residency.  It may seem early, but these tests are huge.  These tests scores help decide who gets the best surgical cases and works more closely with the chiefs of different specialties and attendings.  So yeah, it's pretty important.

I am transported out of my why-are-you-torturing-yourself-with-residency faze when the a buzzing sound comes from the pager on my waist. Reading the reminder slowly, I realize I have to move myself off of the locker and make my way to the bay. Groaning, I push myself off the locker and tie my knotted golden locks in a large messy bun on the top of my head.  I quickly grab my the tablet containing my charts of the bench and begin my descend to the bay. Walking out of the locker room, I am greeted with Logan in front of me, looking down at his palms, frowning.  After I close the door behind me, his eyes dart up to reach mine and a smile brights up his face.

"Good morning," he says causally in his husky, deep voice, causing my heart to beat a little faster than before.

"Good morning to yourself," I respond, still confused on how calm he can act around me and I am still so awkward around him. Well, to be honest, I am awkward all the time, but it increases greatly when his presence is near. I feel myself mentally eye rolling from the amount of times I have run into something while I have been talking to him.

I shoot Logan a quick smile before we start walking our normal morning path towards the bay.

Ever since the I got back from my day off, Logan has been meeting me in front of the 1st year residency lockers and waiting for me.  At first, I was very confused and slightly terrified on what to say and do, but it became a sort of ritual that I greatly enjoy now in the middle of my chaotic life.

"So, were you waiting for me or someone else?" I say jokingly, expecting some ridiculous response from him. Usually our mornings consist on joking the best I can and smiles that brighten my day.

"Nope, just you" he states, popping the p, and looks over to me, "I always wait for the things that are important to me."

I expect him to crack a smile after this, but he doesn't.  His face stays completely serious, which sends my stomach doing flip flops.

"Smooth," I say and look away, hoping the redness formulating in my cheeks isn't as noticeable as it feels.

"I know right.  Just think, you could have a smooth talker AND all of his," he says, gesturing with his hand to his chest. 

My eyes quickly dart down to his chest, causing my head to fill with possibilities of what's under those blue scrubs.  I let out an awkward cough as I look for anywhere but there.

My cough leads to a silence that seems to thicken the air between us.  Yes, there are nurses talking and monitors quietly beating rhythmically in the background, but I can't hear any of it.  It's like all of my energy and hearing capabilities are going to Logan. Taking quick glances in his direction, I try to take him in.  When I take one more glance, my eyes reach his eyes, sending me swimming in oceanic blue wonder. Unknowing what to say, my lips part slightly.