𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐞: 𝐀 𝐑𝐢𝐡𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞

Chapter 5

A/N: Sorry I've been inactive, my job recently opened back up so I've been working hard asl and I didn't just want to put a trash chapter out just to get one out. I care about quality more than anything. But anyway, here's a long update to make up for it, enjoy.
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Sat, Feb 15
Houston, TX
11:37am

To say Beyoncé was stressed was an understatement. But what else could she expect working as a high profile surgeon? Stress was going to be a given in this job she had painstakingly pursued. The fact that she was one of the top in her field just added to her demanding schedule. So all she could do was chalk this up as another tiring day at the office.

She had hoped being treated to an amazing dinner with her welcoming neighbors the previous night would transfer some type of positivity to the current day, but it was painfully obvious that was not in the cards for her. After coming in at 1 in the morning, she had to have a consultation with a young adult who was supposed to be due for a liver transplant soon. The poor guy was only 23 and he'd began suffering from liver disease, an unfortunate side effect of partying too hard and eventually drinking his liver away, she presumed.

He was a patient at the hospital long before she transferred here and took over his case, having been waiting on a donor for at least 5 months. His family had been beyond ecstatic when they'd finally found a match. So you can imagine the way today's meeting went when she had to tell them that the donor had backed out, leaving her patient to drop right back on the dreadful waiting list.

It took everything in her not to break down right along with them. This was one part of her profession that she hated. Being the bearer of bad news so often was certainly not for the faint of heart and she wouldn't wish it on anyone. She had to accept the fact that this job wasn't always getting to save lives and have a happy ending, there were sometimes more rough patches than smooth.

To add to her list of frustrations, someone had stolen food that she'd spent so many hours fantasizing about. The fact that they didn't even bother throwing away the now empty container— instead placing it back in the fridge— was a different type of aggravating. She ended up having to settle for a nasty bag of barbecue chips and a candy bar from the vending machine, which she didn't even get to finish before being called into another surgery. It was all way too overwhelming.

And to top it all off, Shawn had once again sent her a bouquet of random flowers that she definitely didn't like and upon further inspection, found that a third of them had been somewhat smashed during transit. Not that she really cared. The blonde knew he was only sending them because he probably had something new to be apologizing for.

Though she definitely did not want them, she didn't really want to waste them, and had begun handing them out to different patients and her coworkers around the hospital. At least someone would appreciate the ugly things. As she was handing out the last of them her ringer went off in her coat pocket.

She rolled her eyes, knowing exactly who it was before she even checked the caller ID.

Speak of the devil.

"Hello?" She said as she stepped away into her office.

"Hey Beybear. Did you get the flowers I sent you?" Shawn squeaked out, clearing his throat uneasily.

Beyoncé wanted to hang up already, fed up with this reoccurring conversation. It went the same exact way every time: He would go out on a business trip for however long, they'd argue about how he could never just stay home for once and focus on them. He'd make up some excuse about it and lie, promising that he would cancel the next trip and they'd go do something nice. They both new he wouldn't. She'd then come home to an empty house everyday, and ignore the meaningless gifts sent to get back in her good graces. Wash, rinse, repeat. By now, she had become used to this tired cycle.