Chapter 19 - The Fine Line Between Bad Boy & Bad Guy (Tamara)

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January 20th

My whole life I was a caterpillar. I write this now in retrospect as a butterfly; wounded, both figuratively and literally. I do not even know how to begin to recount this day. But here it is, my life in my own words just moments before it changed.

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Guess what happened,

So after my heart to heart with Alex, we were both so tired that we ended up falling asleep in the ER, until we were awoken by the loud sirens of an approaching ambulance.

"Time to wake up girls, go back to your ward. Field trip's over."

Alex and I both looked at each other and laughed. We were so knocked out from all the arguing that we had just passed out amidst all the chaos, screams and chatter of the emergency room. You know that you are severely bored when you treat the ER as though it were a five star hotel room. Anyway, it was time to check out.


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Later that day,

It was now 5.00pm and we had just sort of chilled the whole day. Alex had now gone for a shower and it gave me time to wonder where Dr Carter had been all this while. I hadn't seen him walking around for what felt like a long time, but realistically it was probably just his two day leave. No matter how hard I tried to bury my feelings for him, I couldn't help the fact that I found myself drawn to him. The way he would zone everything out and just focus on his work, look after his patients, seriously contemplate the complexities of a case with fellow doctors, all while maintaining a casual banter with the nurses.

One thing I had noticed was that whenever Levi was around, there was a flaw or glitch in his otherwise perfect armour. He seemed to stop and look twice every time Levi was sitting on my bed or loitering around my ward. I don't know exactly what it was but here is the best way I could put it. It was like two young male lions fighting for territory and pride in the African savannah. Or perhaps they were squaring off on some rotting gazelle carcass. But that would make me the rotting corpse, so probably not.

I couldn't exactly place my finger on it, but it felt like envy. Jealously. The Green beast. Whatever you call it, I wouldn't know what it was directed towards. Clearly I wasn't some prize to be won. I was definitely overthinking this, as I do with most things in my life. Truthfully, he was possibly bothered that some visitor was causing inconvenience, firstly by failing to show up during visiting hours and secondly by dawdling around the ward, getting in the way and subtly flirting with everyone, and I mean everyone.

Even Jarrod from bed 31 had a crush on Levi. Nobody could resist those steel blue eyes of his, not even the prude head nurse. I was no exception.

Speak of the devil and there he was, standing in all his red glowing glory. Coincidentally he was wearing this striking red shirt that accentuated his lean yet muscular figure. Sorry for the unintentional vomit fest. 'Steel blue eyes...muscular figure'. Gross what had this guy turned me into.

"Daley, today is no ordinary day." He cheered.

I stared blankly back.

"Are you going to ask why? Never mind, it's four days from your 18th, that means four days till you're free from this hell-hole. So..."

"So what? Who celebrates a four days pre-birthday."

"I said, it was no ordinary day. If you trust me, meet me at roof in five minutes. Dress up."

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