Please Don't Go

CHAPTER 4

I knew it was normal to have pests in the countryside however, I was not expecting to see a raccoon in my garage.

I immediately shut the door behind me, in fear that it might try to get inside the house. I then opened the garage door. When the door started moving and buzzing, the raccoon jumped and starting hissing furiously. I stood dead still, not wanting to scare it anymore.

Once it saw the sun, it was gone. I let out a deep breath. That could have ended badly. Raccoons carried all kinds of unwanted diseases.

     I got into my beat up pick-up truck and headed to town. Although the truck was old, it was perfect. It told a story, one that many new cars couldn't.

     The drive to town was peaceful, only twenty minutes from my house to work. I stopped by Dunkin' Doughnuts to get some grub and caffeine. I was going to need it. Especially since I was going to go talk to my supervisor today.

     Once at the hospital, I took the elevator to the third floor so I could put my stuff in my locker.

     "You're here early?" I instantly recognized the enthusiastic voice, Cecil Mason. 

     "Yep! I'm finically going to go talk to my supervisor about my job." I tried to sound excited but in reality, I was terrified.

     "You'll be fine. You deserve better." Cecil could read me like a book. She didn't agree with my duties either and had been encouraging me to do something about it for some time now.

     I smiled weakly at her. She patted my shoulder and gave me a thumbs up while leaving the elevator. Cecil was a doctor like me, but much older.

     She has this radiance that most people couldn't even attempt to master. Her dark hair and brilliant blue eyes made her the patients favorite doctor. At least for the male patients. She looked like a model with her ebony skin. Cecil was gorgeous.

     Maybe you need to be beautiful to get a real doctors job around here?

    I pushed the thought away and headed for the fifth floor. I remember my first time walking down the hall to my supervisors office. I was terrified, and nothing has changed.

     I wanted to get this over with. I came up to my supervisors door, a gold tag was on the front of the door.

     Dr. Marvin J. Pince

     I swallowed the lump in my throat and knocked on the bamboo door.

     "Come in."

     I peeped my head into the all to familiar room. Pictures of the human body were hung on the white walls. A mahogany desk sat towards the back of the room with three windows that went to the floor.

     Behind the desk sat a plump, short man. He had hair was gray with bits of black mixed in and creases on his forehead from far to many late nights.

     "Ah! Dr. Eyler, I've been expecting you. You said you would like to talk to me about your job? What ever so about?" Dr. Pince may have acted sweet, but there was a certain hint of sarcasm in his voice.

     Oh great. This isn't going to go as hoped.

     "Um, yes. I wanted to talk specifically about the tasks you are having me do." I paused, waiting for permission to continue.

     He nodded, as if to say go on.

     "Well you see, I am a doctor. I worked very hard in school to graduate early and I'm just... cleaning bed pans. Sir, with all due respect, I deserve to be doing a DOCTORS job. Not a CNA's."