Life of lies

Chapter 15 -Filler

Aria's POV

The 30 minutes drive to my office seems longer than normal. I hurried out of the house after getting dressed in a navy blue straight gown and white heels. I put my hair in a tight pony tail. I quickly grab my things and walk into the large building.

When I get in, the hospital is filled with busy people.
I walk to the nurse behind the counter.
"Hello, I'm Aria Stein-Belleville, I'm the new doctor" I smile at her. The woman looks tired, with dark rings under her eyes and her hair is packed in a messy bun.
"Mrs Stein...ah yes, Doctor Ramirez wants to see you" she gives me a small smile.
I nod and carry on to Dr Ramirez's office.
Oh no! I'm in trouble I just know it.

I arrive at the white door that reads Dr E. Ramirez, just as I'm about to knock I hear a stern come in.

"Mrs Stein" The Doc greets me, her eyes on the files placed on her table.

"Good morning Doc" I quietly respond, my eyes on the floor.

"What's good about the morning?" She snaps, closing the files in front of her and adjusting her glasses.

"Uhh-"

"Mrs Stein you are one hour, thirty five minutes late on your first day of work!"

"Ma, I-" I try to speak but she completely shuts me up.

"Just because you live a luxurious life, with your luxurious parents and husband doesn't mean you  can do as you please." Her voice rises

Okay...

"Do you even know what you signed up for madam?" She stays silent waiting for my reply.

"Ma-"

"This is a hospital for Christ sake! and you're a doctor now. You can't just catwalk into the hospital whenever you like. What if a life was at risk and we needed you? What would you do? You'll have your beauty rest and dress elegantly like you rule the world? No Madam!" She slams her fists on her table. She's already standing now, and I don't know if I should remain seated or stand.

"I'm sorry ma" I finally say.

"Sorry Won't fix this. Dr Stein this should be the first and the last time you walk in here late. Have I made myself clear?"

I viciously nod. "Yes ma'am"

"You can leave" she dismisses me and goes back to her business.
I quickly walk out of the room that had become too hot for me, it was becoming difficult to breathe and her words sliced me like a knife.

"Just because you live a luxurious life, with your luxurious parents, doesn't mean you  can do as you please."

It's not the first time someone has told me this and every time I hear it it annoys me.

"You can't just catwalk into the hospital whenever you like" she said.

"What if a life was at risk and we needed you? What would you do? You'll have your beauty rest and dress elegantly like you rule the world?"

I don't notice I have began crying, till I feel a tear run down my cheek.

Don't let her words get to you.

I mentally encourage myself.

I gently slam my door and take a seat behind my desk.
Few hours into work, a nurse comes rushing in, frantically
"Dr, there's an emergency. A woman just arrived and she's in a serious predicament" she rushes her words. I quickly get up and pack the things I would need.
"Dr Ramirez has sent for you." She adds

When I arrive, a team of doctors are already there and the pregnant lady lays on the bed crying her eyes out.
"She's got an etopic pregnancy" another younger doctor tells me. Dr Ramirez is the head, so she's examining the lady. The lady's husband stands beside her, he looks frustrated like hell, his hair is disheveled, red face and slightly wrinkled shirt.
"Doctor, what do you mean by an etopic pregnancy?"

"Well...it is a pregnancy that occurs outside the uterus, usually in one of the fallopian tubes." Dr Ramirez replies.

"And my baby? Will ...will the baby survive" the man asks. I'm not sure he wants to hear the answer to that question.

"I'm afraid not. If the fetus is left to grow, it may damage nearby organs and cause life threatening loss of blood" she says from her mask. "Pass me the scissors nurse "

Turns out the guy and his wife didn't go for prenatal check-ups. Her pregnancy is only 12 weeks, so there's a possibility that she'll be okay, but they will probably loose the baby.

The husband to the lady tells us how they noticed some weird symptoms like pelvic pain and vaginal bleeding, but they didn't take it seriously. Now, it looks like she'll have to undergo surgery.

Alex's POV

I arrive home by 5pm, the house is so quiet. I had somehow expected Aria to be back by now, maybe preparing dinner.....
Speaking of which, I have to apologize to her when she gets back. I know she must have hated how I acted, but Aria being Aria, wouldn't tell me she was hurt. Instead, she waits for me to realize my mistakes by being mad at me.

Why are women so difficult?

With a sigh, I plop on the couch.
"Welcome sir, may I help you in anyway?" A maid asks me in a tiny innocent voice.

"Is my wife back?"
"No sir, she hasn't returned yet"
I nod and dismiss her.
Now how do I make this up to her?
In fact there are two of them. Aria and Her, but for now, I'll think about Aria. She's my wife now after all.

Just as I walk out of the bathroom, I hear the front door slam shut. Its 7:30 pm now, she must've been very busy in the hospital.

"Welcome home honey" I smile at her as she tiredly kicks her shoes off her feet
"Hey" she quietly responds.
"Uh.. I made dinner" I nervously inform her
"I'm not hungry. Thanks though" she walks into the bathroom and slams the door, dismissing me.
Minutes later, she walks in with a white towel wrapped tightly around her.
"Look, Ari, I know you're mad at me, but-"
"Its fine” she walks into the closet, but I follow her.
“Ari-”
“What do you want Alex? To embarrass me like you did this morning?"
Embarrass? I didn't embarrass her. Did I?
"I didn't embarrass you. I just wasn't hungry-"
"Or you just didn't want to eat food prepared by your wife" she huffs, angrily applying cream on her skin.

“Its not like that ” I pinch the bridge of my nose. She's making things more difficult than they already are.

“then it's how? Tell me because I don't understand anymore!”

I close the spaces between us and cup her cheeks.

"Okay fine. I apologize for my behavior this morning. Please forgive me baby?" I know she loves all these couple lovey-dovey names. I mentally roll my eyes.
Her eyes bore into mine for some seconds, before her scowl breaks into a smile.

“You know I can't stay mad at you for too long” her thumb brushes my bottom lip. "Come here" she presses her lips to mine.

Finally. It wasn't so hard.
Now I have to think of  a way to make it up to Her....