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The ward manager says, smiling charmingly.
“Thank you, Mr Owen.”
“Please call me Cassian,”
he smiles and reaches into his pocket. “Ah, before I forget, here.”
My smile falters when I look at the small badge that he’s holding out to me. A symbol to declare that I am a ‘Special Species’.
“I’m sorry about this, but you know the rules.”
“Of course, it’s only fair,”
I say, my own words making me feel a little sick.
Fair… there was nothing fair about being labelled for being different.
He frowns slightly. “I wouldn’t call it fair but don’t worry about it. I doubt many of our patients will even know what it means, and you’re approachable.”
He pats my arm before he walks off and I put the pin on my doctor’s coat.
I sigh softly. It didn’t weigh anything, barely an inch wide, but it feels like a burden, weighted with the true meaning behind it. Well, it’s to be expected now, things really have changed.
I better get to work…
The hospital was indeed understaffed, and Cassian was correct, no one wast bothered by the badge, more relieved by the extra set of hands to help, and everyone is clearly exhausted by the end of their shift, except me.
“Wow, you don’t look tired at all, Doctor Valerie.”
Ronda, a nurse working on the same ward as me, says with a low whistle.
“I am a little exhausted now. It has been a long day,”
I answer as Jill passes us both foam cups filled with steaming coffee that we welcome happily and thank her.
“Well, I’ll see you two later. I still have two hours of my shift left,”
Ronda complains, stifling a yawn.
“You have fun, and I think I’m going to head home. I’ll sleep well today.”
I say. Oh and, I’ve filled out the paperwork for patient in room 2, bed C. Please make sure she’s checked up on every hour. The infection is pretty bad.”
“Understood.”
Not bad for a first day of work. Most of the staff was friendly and easy to talk to, and Cassian was pretty sweet. Not to mention all the single women and a few of the not-so-single ones seemed to crush onhim.
Removing my doctor’s coat, I pull on my jacket before I leave the hospital.
I’m getting into my car, making sure to check the back seats and the surrounding area, when I hear the wailing of an ambulance siren before I see the flashing lights as the ambulance zooms past to the emergency entrance.
I wonder what that’s about
Strapping my belt on, I drive out, ready to just get home and sleep. I’m almost home when my stomach rumbles and I realise I haven’t eaten.
I didn’t eat because we were so busy. There was no time and I’m not in the mood. to get out and grab something to eat at this time.
Food prepping isn’t my thing either… I do have some frozen ready meals. I’ll heat up one of those.
Reaching the apartment complex, I look around, spotting the regular few middle- aged women standing by the door to one of the bottom-floor apartments, gossiping away about their men.
“Miss!”
I glance at them, and they’re looking right at me.
“Hello.”
I smile politely as I lock my car doors.
“How are you finding it here? Have you settled in well?”
I nod, “Yes, thank you.”
I glance up at my apartment balcony, wondering how much they can see from down here. Is this about Zade?
“Be careful, there was a break-in the other night, did you hear?”
“Oh?”
I ask, my stomach plummeting and I’m sure I’ve turned pale.
“Oh, don’t worry darling, it was just a break in, but no one was caught and no one reported anything. Just make sure you lock your doors and stay safe. Remember, we’re all a community here, so don’t ever think you can’t give us a shout.”
“Thank you,”
I say before I head inside, passing the night watchman.
Break in… how did people even realise if Zade had dealt with him? What if they somehow find out what we did?
My stomach churns and I feel nauseous. I take the lift up to my floor and get to my apartment quickly. Unlocking the door, I scan the halls before I step inside and lock the door behind me. I take a moment to scan the apartment, focusing on my senses. There’s no lingering scent, nothing that makes me uneasy, yet I still check every possible place someone could be hidden before I relax.
I need another coffee. Massaging my neck, I remove my jacket, tossing it onto the sofa and head to the kitchen area, stopping when I see the paper bag on thecounter.
My heart races, but without even needing any confirmation, I know he put it there. I slowly reach for the bag, turning it around to see the small post-it note that’s stuck to the front. The writing is slanted and sharp.
“Someone once said you shouldn’t deprive your body of the nutrients it needs. Try not to be a hypocrite?”
My stomach flutters, but I close my eyes, trying to remind myself we argued the other night. How dare he pretend we’re ok. And yes, I am going to be a hypocrite. and pretend that I didn’t think of him for the last few days.
I rip off the sticky note off only to see a message on the back.
“And this is a one-time thing since it’s your first day of work. Don’t get used to it
– Z”
One-time thing? We’ll see. He owes me. I had to give him a shot countless times.
I almost smile, taking out the carton to heat it up, only to find that the container is still hot. I place the bag down, tempted to go question him why he left it, but am I ready to see him again?
It’s late too… but he’s obviously awake since the container is hot.
Making up my mind, I quickly walk to the patio door, frowning when I look at the lock. It’s changed. He must have changed it… it looks far more secure now, and I noticed the sensors on the window frame. Better security…
My heart thuds as I turn the key that’s in the door and step out onto the balcony, walking over to his side.
Knocking on the door, I wait. The lights are off, but I can see the outline of a man sitting on the sofa, his head resting back. My heart races as I take in his denim jeans, his open jacket and once again, he’s shirtless underneath….
Great.
I look away as he walks over to the window and opens it. The first thing I remember is him leaving that night. Our argument flashing in my mind once again, I said things I shouldn’t have, but so did he…
“Did you come just to see my face?”
he asks quietly.
I purse my lips, coming back to the present.
“I
“No. I’ve seen your face far too many times.”
I retort, crossing my arms. wasn’t sure if the food was a test or something. I mean, is it poisoned? Am I meant to be on alert?”
“No, it’s just food,”
he replies as if that was obvious and I frown, “One point for trying to impress me.”
My cheeks burn as I stare up at him, trying not to look at his delicious abs that are a distraction. “I wasn’t. I don’t think I need to try to impress you, anyway.”
I retort, tossing my hair off my face.
“You don’t.”
I look back at him sharply and he’s leaning against the door frame, looking annoyingly fine.
“I thought as much.”
I hum, glancing off to the side. “But it seems you might be trying to impress me… I mean, being so considerate and buying me food? I didn’tpin you as such a thoughtful guy.”
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