Doctors Orders

calm

*I apologize for taking so long to update and the amount of graphic language used in this chapter.  Sooo I made this chapter a litter longer than usual.  Thanks and I hope you enjoy :)

Vanessa

Always in my life, I have tried to stay calm.  Through the death of my mother, the beatings of my father, the looks of people who have judged me for the choices that made I have made, I have tried to the best of my ability tried to keep the peace.  Over and over, I have told myself:

"Just stay calm. It will be worth it" "Peace not war" "Be a lover not a fighter"

Yes, there has been some days in my past I have truly lost my shit.  Literally, sometimes I even had my fists up and was ready to sucker punch anyone who got in my way. But, those days have passed, and they were long gone from the person I am today.

Well, at least I hope so.

I walk down the hallways of the hospital with a huge smile plastered on my face.  Today has been absolutely great.  Right after Dr. Jones offered me the chance to work on a cardio pediatric case and I accepted, I went straight to work. From talking to the 5-year old Nathan, to swimming in paperwork and preparation, you can say I have been busy.  But it will all be worth it when I get to scrub in on the surgery tomorrow.

As for the other interns, we have been all so busy with our own cases I have barely seen any of them. Yesterday was the first lunch we have had together in days, and it was barely 15 minutes. In this time, I was able to make fun of Ryan, which made my day, and we all made plans to meet up at the Irish pub down the street on Friday. At first, I was unsure about going, but I was convinced by Noah, saying all drinks were on him.

I run my hands through my curls, trying hopelessly to de tangle the crow's nest they have become.  Once I rip my hand out, causing me to wince slightly, I am greeted with some muffled voices at the end of the hallway. Usually, this would be normal, but just something about the tone of their voices and the laughing makes me curious. I keep walking until the voices are loud enough to make their conversation audible.

"Yeah, that slut was totally all over him," a female voice says, causing me to roll my eyes.  I should have know it was just stupid gossip.   I thought I would escape the drama and gossip in high school, but I swear this hospital has it oozing from every corner.

"I heard that she exchanged sex for surgeries," another high-pitched voice pipes in, "I mean seriously, how do you think she got it.  With her skill?"

They all laugh hysterically, causing my stomach to turn.  If you cant already tell, I am not a big fan of gossip.  Every now and then, I add my input into the daily rumors, but usually I keep quiet.  To me, gossip has always just been rumors twisted together that show the worst of a person.  Sometimes enough to tarnish someone's reputation for good.

Trying to ignore the rest of their conversation that echo through the halls, I look down at my paperwork and my last minute things I need to do to prepare.

Going through my checklist, my ears catch on to the words of the gossip, making me freeze.

"I heard someone looked her up," the high-pitched girl starts, "said that her father was a drug addict and is in jail."

My whole body goes cold.

That can't be talking about me.  I though the files and case were confidential and not viewable by the public.