Dr. Abigail Barton was many things. She was the head surgeon at a hospital in New York, the youngest surgeon at that. She was an orphan, but she had come to terms with that. She never knew her family and has no interest in them. They left her, and t...
I am heading back to the break room when my phone rings. I look and see that I have a text from Natasha, Tony, Bruce, and Clint. I realize I haven't told them anything. I grab my purse from the break room and head to Steve's room. I check his vitals and his chart. Everything looked normal, well as normal as it can be considering he was poisoned not long ago. Right now they are just trying to flush his system of whatever the liquid was.
I sit down in a chair and call Clint.
"Hello?" Clint answers.
"Hey Clint, it's Abby," I said.
"Where have you been? How is Steve?" Clint asked rapidly.
"I have been at the hospital all day," I said.
"Why didn't you answer any of our texts?" Clint questioned.
"I was working," I explained.
"And by that you mean?" Clint pushes.
"I used to work here. I asked and they let me check on a few patients," I said like it was no big deal.
"We'll talk about that later. How is Steve?" Clint asked again.
"He is stable. We are trying to flush his system of this serum, but since we don't know what it is, we can't treat it as well as we would like. Speaking of which, I want to check on you and Tony since you were both injected with the same serum."
"You can do that some other time. Nat wants to come and see you and Steve. Can we come?" Clint asked.
"Sure. I'll meet you down in the lobby when you get here," I said.
"Great you can fill us in on everything when we get there," Clint said.
"Will do, bye," I said. I hung up my phone and threw it into my bag. I shrink back into the chair. I was tired, but that was to be expected considering I have been up since yesterday and I went on a rescue mission and saved a couple of lives.
I close my eyes and take a deep relaxing breath. I was ready to take a nap. I sigh and push myself from my chair. As much as I wanted to stay and relax, I knew I needed to meet them in the lobby. Heaven knows what they would do if they were left to wander the halls of the hospital by themselves.
I walk through the halls. It felt good to be in a familiar setting. I remember what it was like before I found Clint. I didn't really have friends, I had coworkers. I didn't have a home, I had a place to live. I didn't have any relationships outside this hospital, and now I have a loving boyfriend, who is laying in a hospital bed, and I have friends and a new family. I have everything I have ever wanted. But now walking through the halls, it takes me back to a simpler time. I didn't know it back then, but my time in the hospital was the simplest my life has ever been.
I knew who I was and what I did. I was Dr. Barton. I was top of my class. I was the youngest head surgeon in this hospital, and I was a good one at that. Not only was I a surgeon, but I was normal, well for the most part. I slept, ate, worked, and then slept again. My life was in a constant cycle, nothing changing, but all that has changed. Now I don't know what my day will look like. Plans change in a matter of seconds. One moment everything is fine, and the next someone is laying in a hospital bed, clinging to life.
No one is safe. Everyone is in constant danger from others, ourselves, enemies we don't even know we have. Our lives aren't normal, we didn't sign up to be escaping death every day, we signed up to help others, and some days escaping death is part of that.
The constant fear that you will lose someone you love drives us to do better, to protect each other. We do the best we can, but things happen. Horrible things happen and we can't do anything to stop them. As much as we try, we can't, but it's the love that all of us share that keeps us alive. It's what gives us a reason to keep fighting when times get tough. In a sense, love is what keeps us alive.
Hello, my Giraffes!
I'm sorry this was a little short, and that it didn't talk about Steve and how he is doing, but I wanted to get something posted. The next chapter is already being made so I hope to have it up in about a week, but no promises. 😃
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