code blue // melonie ann grey

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
MELONIE'S POV

   I walked toward the information desk and started writing stuff down in a chart, then I looked at the nursing assistant at the other side of the desk.

   "Can I get Raelynn Anderson's chart please?" I asked her, and she handed it to me.

   I took my pen and opened the chart, writing down the information I had just gotten from her and her parents. Suddenly, I felt someone's arms wrap around my waist and I could smell the familiar scent of my husband's cologne.

   "Why hello, Dr. Avery," I smiled, turning around to face him, and our faces were inches apart.

   "How are you, Dr. Avery?" He looked at me.

   "I'm doing just fine," I chuckled. "How are you?"

   "I have to run upstairs to check on a patient," he sighed, starting to walk away.

   I handed the nursing assistant the charts back and ran after Jackson, and he put his arm around my shoulders.

   "I actually have to go check on a patient, too," I told him.

   We walked into the elevator. No one else has come into the elevator, so it was just us too. As soon as the doors closed, Jackson pushed me against the wall and smashed his lips into mine. I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around him. 

   "What was that for?" I asked, out of breath, as he set me back down.

   "Because I love you," he smiled. "Are we still on for Joe's tonight?"

   "Of course," I smiled, kissing him once more.

   The doors on the elevator opened and we walked out, walking in opposite directions. I grabbed some more charts, ready for my intern to show up.

   Shane ran up to me with a very big smile on his face. "I'm here, I'm ready, I'm excited-"

   I sighed, "Okay, look, stop. All of that fake enthusiasm... I see right through it, and I don't appreciate insubordination, okay?" I plopped the charts in front of him. "So just order these by date of appointment made."

   "Uh, okay..." he said with a hint of attitude in his voice.

   I sighed, looking at him. "Is there a problem?"

   "No, no, no." He shook his head. "It's just... outpatient surgery. I was hoping I'd be doing some surgery on the outpatients."

   I gave him a fake smile. "Oh, you'll be cutting. It's lump and bump day!" I sarcastically exclaimed.

   "Yay?" Shane gave me a confused look.

   I rolled my eyes. "This hospital likes to schedule all of its outpatient mass and growth removals on one day. So, one lucky surgeon will find themselves carving out glorified pimples for twelve freakin' hours." Shane gave me a worried look. "It's called whittling. A hillbilly with a pocketknife could do it." I started walking. "Come with me." I grabbed a clipboard and he followed me to the waiting room, and I started to read off the list. "Mr. Publer? Um, Pub-Publer?" I tried the name in a different way, but still, no one responded, until an old man slowly stood up.

   "We're seeing all of them today?" Shane whispered, looking into the room full of patients.

   "Oh, this is just this morning's." I gave him a fake smile. "Sharpen your pocketknife, Jethro."

   Mr. Publer finally reached us as we both walked out of the room, taking Mr. Publer to his room.

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