In due time (Completed)

Chapter 13- Passionate mistake

Kate

Nurses, doctors, residents were running in all different directions. All this drama for a Monday morning is ridiculous. I mean, some of us, the normal people, are still in the weekend funk.

I slipped into sterile scrubs and joined Javi, Dr Peters, Dr Callaghan and my mother in the ambulance bay. Some idiot caused a 6 car pile up on the highway this morning and all the casualties were being rushed to St Grace.

Who gets wasted at 8 on a Monday morning?

Probably people with no lives and so, their dumb actions risks the lives of other people. 4 ambulances arrived at the same time and we were short on doctors in trauma. Mum took away the first patient, Javi and Dr Callaghan took the second while Dr Peters and I took the 3rd. We were almost at the entrance when I was ordered to go back and get the 4th patient. Alone!

I definitely needed more help so as I made my way towards the patient, I paged another resident. As my patient was lowered onto a stretcher I noticed that a huge chunk of metal was imbedded in her leg causing the bone to stick out as well as severe burns on her neck. As I rolled her towards the entrance, my help finally arrived.

"You paged?" Tyler asked in an awkwardly flat voice as he helped me move the patient into the ER.

I for one was just shocked by his presence. The fact that he was late didn't surprise me but him just falling back straight into work as if he didn't just disappear for a week.

"You're back," I stated the obvious.

"Page Ortho and plastics," he ordered, completely ignoring my self explanatory statement.

I wasn't going to argue or press the matter any further while I had a patient howling in pain. The doctors arrived and Rachel, we came to know her as, was rushed to OR 2. Tyler and I both scrubbed in on the surgery. He worked with Dr Cooper on the skin graft while I worked with Dr Anderson to repair the leg and hopefully save it.

The long, awkwardly silent surgery was finally over and I couldn't be more happy to get out of that room. I disguarded of my disposable scrubs and washed up. Tyler silently did the same in the sink next to me.

I have to admit, this is really wierd. I'd never thought that the day would come when Tyler Blake is actually silent for more than 30 seconds.

"Are you okay?" I finally asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," he answered with a flat face, dried off and headed out the door.

Okay!

I didn't get a chance to find out anything from Tyler for the rest of the day or the next day and the next. Yes, It wasn't exactly my place to ask anything but like I've said, I think I'm just programed this way. Even when I wanted to hate a person who has managed to work every nerve in my body, my brain just couldn't stop concerning itself with things that really didn't concern it.

Tyler and I may not be best buddies but I knew that something was up with him. I knew first hand what it's like to bottle up things that eat you from the inside out and so, for the past 5 years I've always tried to be there for people that I knew. I tried to be a shoulder to cry on or just a good listener.

If Tyler was dealing with anything remotely close to that then, even though he may not be my cup of tea and sure as hell makes me wish that I had lazers shooting out of my eyes from time to time, I'd still try and help anyway I can. That is, if he wants it.

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Week 2 of awkward silence and now things were getting a little wierd. Tyler and I would greet each other once a day and communicate only where work is concerned. At lunch, he'd sit across from me on the far end of the table.