A/N: Okay. This part is FINALLY here. I personally love Chapter Seven just because. Laughs, romance, and a HUGE TWIST. However, if you can't stand suspense, you're here against my advisory.
Grace—Gaffney Chicago Medical Center, Chicago, IL
"Hi, I'm Dr. Patel, I'll be taking care of you today." I snap on my gloves.
I haven't gotten the time to change out of my sari. It's bloodstained and blue, but also itchy and midriff-baring. The only bits of modesty it contains are the half sleeves and the long, full skirt I folded myself. Not exactly the best way to approach a pack of hormonally charged frat boys.
The kid on the gurney stares up at me, looking more at the revealing clothes than my face. "Everything hurts," he groans, in fake pain.
"Don't think you can fool me." I raise an eyebrow at him. "What's your name?"
"Jayden." He gives me what appears to be a failed flirty look. "If you need it, I can give you my number, too."
His friends, who are crowded around the gurney, catcall and hoot.
"Keep dreaming, little boy," I hum, typing his info on an iPad. "I have a man already."
"Oh, really?" Jayden winks. "Got me on your wish list so soon?"
"Put this on." I toss a hospital gown at him, exiting the room.
Jeez. Aren't these children just a bundle of...ew. I roll my eyes, scoffing. It doesn't take long until one of the fellow frat boys beckons me.
The dude nearest to the bed has out his phone, snapping ill-timed photos.
"Photography is not allowed in this hospital," I recite, right out of the handbook. I take the phone from the friend and place it on the bedside table. "First things first. Where's the majority of your pain?"
The obnoxious onlookers giggle crazily as Jayden points to his lips. "You can fix that quickly."
"And you sure need a one-way trip to the mental institution. Tell me the truth, now. In the meantime, I'm going to put you on a monitor." I find the clip and clamp it on his index finger. Right away, normal info starts showing up.
His friends practically cry as I check his stomach and lymph nodes. I take a look down his throat and up his nose.
"You're clean," I tell Jayden, who is fighting laughter. "Let's get your pee samples just to be sure. How about tox screens, to make sure you're not drunk or high. Whatever you weirdos do these days. Vape, was it?"
The boys continue snickering.
"How about I show you who's really on that wish list?" I smirk. I turn on my pager speaker and talk into it. "TC Callahan to Trauma 2."
"Who's TC? Your best friend forever? Your friend with benefits? Your..." Jayden is stopped by a certain someone's arrival through the blue curtains.
TC walks in, looking perfect in a red scrub top and his customary jeans.
The little kids border on complete hysteria.
"Hello. I'm Dr. Callahan, Dr. Patel's boyfriend and fellow doctor. I work with trauma often, but when Grace calls, duty can sit in the corner." Tee smiles at me.
"Thank you, Tee," I tell him, returning the smile. I'm slightly wary, though. Did I hear that right? Did he just call me his...I'm his...what?
Jayden has the facial expression of someone who might wet himself. "He's on your wish list?"
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