Angel Hospital

Chapter 4

(Photo above is of Ptera)

I put the dishes in the dishwasher then head to my room to get ready for work. I grab my phone, keys, work bag, wallet, hat, and I'm about set. I muss up Kayden and Kion's hair as I pass on my way out.

They scowl and grumpily say goodbye while fixing their hair.

I exit through the french doors in the back of the house and head in the direction of the shed. I walk down a patterned brick walkway through a beautiful garden. Her garden.
 I avoid that thought process and divert from the main path that continues through the enormous garden; using a narrower path that goes to the shed. 

I open the padlock with a key, and walk in, heading to a particular corner.
 I take the tarp off my 4-wheeler and check the fuel. Once I'm confident about the fuel levels, I promptly check over the rest of the vehicle to make sure it's in proper working order. Satisfied it will run smoothly, I turn it toward the equipment entrance.
 I maneuver it around equipment and such that they store in here. The shed is really more of a multiple car garage, you could probably fit five cars in it if it was empty.

I bring the ATV out and lock the door behind me, making sure to remember to lock the padlocked entrance I used. I roll the machine over to the forest that butts up to the edge of the garden; carefully avoiding any plants, flowers or bushes.

This forest has many paths and hiking trails that intersect and crisscross but there is one path in particular that actually goes somewhere. I climb on the ATV and start it up. 
I only drive on the path for about 15 minutes, then I pull up on a asphalt blacktop with a good-sized building sitting a few hundred feet away.

I park in the back of the weather beaten garage and go in through the back door. The smell of  gas and engine exhaust hits, soothing me.

I hear barking and turn to see Ptera, running up to greet me as usual. She rubs against my legs and licks my hand, asking for attention. I gladly pet her, laughing at her enthusiasm. 

"Alright, Pterodactyl. Give her some room."  Said a gruff voice from across the room.

I nod in greeting to Dave, a fellow mechanic, who seems bent on addressing Ptera by her full name. I raise an eyebrow in question and nod toward Ptera.

"Yes, she's been fed and let outside. Now, help me with this paperwork."  I give the Belgian Malinoise/Husky mix one last pat on the head; before going over to help the crabby, old man with the computer. 

Dave sits at the counter and puts his reading glasses on. I snicker.

"I am not old. My eyes merely need some help every now and again. Now get over here kid." He glares at me, knowing my thoughts.

I mock salute and stand next to him; taking a deep, calming breath before patiently starting on the paperwork he so desperately needs my help with. 

Once we're done catching up on leftover paperwork, I grab my bag to change into my overalls.

"We have 5 repairs that need to be done by noon. Hurry up so we can get to work." Dave complains while I make my way to the bathroom.

I roll my eyes. Sometimes I think he forgets just how long I've been working here. I hurriedly change into my overalls and grab my favorite cap, putting it on backwards. In my work clothes, I am nowhere close to the debutante the Russell boys seem to think I am. Putting my bag into my locker, I go to the garage to start working.

Dave shakes his head his head when he sees me. "Don't you know the brim is supposed to shade your eyes?" 

I shrug.