Knots

Ive Got Something to say.

23. "I've Got Something to Say."

Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.
-Plato

September 13th

8:30 A.M

Harley Beck, 33, Caucasian

This was the beginning of the end.

Okay, maybe she was being a bit melodramatic, but how could Harley not be? In one of the biggest turnarounds in her life, she had been halfway across the world in Africa; and then offered a position at one of the most prestigious teaching hospitals in the U.S. as the Head of General Surgery. Her parents had been through the roof congratulating her, but for some reason, the timing of the job offer felt all too convenient. Regardless, as she stood outside of WoodHayes, watching patients and doctors file in, something about being back, doing what she loved, made whatever had brought her here seem insignificant.

"Ok," she muttered, taking in a deep breath, "you can do this."

And do it she did.

She found herself walking through the doors and through the atrium, stopping only for a few courtesy chats with doctors, of whom were familiar with her work, before hitting the elevator call button. Then, the short ride up; while she counted the floors.

Ground.

One.

Two.

Three.

The elevator doors opened, and there it was, the chaos. She stumbled through crash carts. patient beds, nurses, and i.v's. These moments, the adrenaline that she could already feel coursing through her veins, is why she had to come back. Regardless of the fact that she was new blood, nothing would stop her from diving back into surgeries.

"Excuse me, Doctor Beck?" A familiar voice questioned from behind her.

Harley turned, only to be greeted by the stranger she had only known through phone calls and emails.

"Chief Chang, what a pleasure," she noted, making sure to keep herself at arms-length; to avoid the all too regular boundary crossing of co-workers.

"I assure you Doctor Beck, the pleasure is all mine. Although, for some odd reason, I expected you to be taller."

That comment of which, Harley was sure had to be Chief Chang's way of making a joke. She had been a skyscraper since she was twelve, nerdy and freakishly tall. However, Harley had always liked to believe that being a blonde, and having a great rack, had helped her climb the social ladder.

"You'd be surprised how many times I got that one Chief. Now, where's this infamous Golden-Six you've been telling me so much about?"

"Oh you'll meet those troublemakers in our staff meeting here shortly, but first let me give you a tour of our facilities."

Harley nodded, took a few steps forward, and then, almost immediately, froze in place.

"Rose?" She asked in disbelief, staring forward with a look of utter disbelief and panic etching its way onto her face.

"Oh yes, that would be Doctor Jones, she's one of the six I mentioned in our emails. Do you two know each other?" Chang asked.

Harley nodded, slowly but surely.

This was the beginning of the end.

10:23 A.M

REGGIE SIMON