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“Don’t be like that, I can make you feel good.”
“I SAID NO!!.” I growled at her, and she pouted in return, huffed and turned her attention to one of the other guys. Where do these girls come from? Grrr, they are a big turnoff for me.
Ate till I was almost full, and made up a tray for Sora, moving quickly to the stairs, to get away from that perfume that clung to the air, from Char entering the dining hall.
Cora turned to look at me when I opened the door. She’s a very light sleeper; maybe that’s part of her nursing training. When on call, they often stay in a hospital bed and need to be alert from the get-go.
We talked while Cora ate. I was pleased that she had an appetite, even with the conversation, which had to suck, not an everyday conversation piece, but she had some good thoughts that I need to share with Oddball. We don’t involve women, like ever, so this was all new to me, finding a woman who can think like this, and not just want to jump my bones.
Jump bones, like right now, would she be up to that?
The bathroom call ended that thought. I finished eating what was left on the tray while she did what needed to be done and called out for her return. I shifted her so that most of the weight was on my good arm, and used my sore one to support her back. I won’t lie, it does hurt when I try to lift too much with that arm, but what’s a bit of pain between friends? Nothing I can’t cope with or block out.
I left her with the ladies and headed back to Oddball. Knocked on his door, and it flew open, revealing Dozer, stepping around him. Scrubs was in there, too.
“Problem?” Oddball asked, nodding for me to take a seat.
I filled all of them in with my conversation with Cora and her ideas.
“That girl’s got some good ideas, some we had thought of, but it’s good to see an active mind, and not just on the groin for a change. She will make Bluey a good second at the hospital. Bluey needs someone she can trust, someone from the club, who would be even better for us.” I puffed up like a peacock, with his new brood of hens, at the praise that Cora was getting.
“Will work on what we’ve gone so far, till we can find something. A lot of men are reviewing footage. If there’s something to see, we will find it.” I left them to mull over the information, which might trigger others with fresh thoughts.
Cora was where I left her, surrounded by more ladies, asking questions. Cora looked like she was enjoying the company and fitting in nicely.
“Gunner, you are here, good, can you take Cora and me to the hospital? I want to get the paperwork set up, so when she starts in a week’s time, we have the red tape completed.” Bluey gleefully asked, all excited over Cora. “Cora, I thought you said you had months off on leave.”
“I do, but Bluey said the hospital needs me, and will put my leave back on, to use another time. I am ready to start back at work.”
“But your thigh?”
“Gunner, let it go,” Bluey huffed. She only wanted to get her hands on Cora.
I am concerned you will cause Cora to take longer to recover; she’s still hobbling when not using the crutches. Being on her feet all day or night will only exacerbate her injury.” I defended my concerns.
“I am only going to do the paperwork and look around, regardless of what Bluey wants and is pushing for. I won’t start work till I can move around free of pain,” Cora responded, putting Bluey back in her place.
To my surprise, Bluey’s face lit up, seemingly pleased.
“Good for you, Cora. Now I know you will be fine, and not have others pushing you around,” Bluey smugly said, arms crossed over her chest, as she watched my reaction.
“That was a test?” I looked at Bluey in shock. Was she testing Cora?
“Yes, a test, it can get hectic, and some doctors can bully the nurses, all wanting them at the same time, putting them on the spot as to whom to respond to. I am happy that Cora can assess the patients calmly, choose who needs urgent attention, and work with that doctor, but lost a few nurses because they got intimidated by the doctors.”
“I don’t accept bullying from doctors, never have, never will, might be conned easily in my personal life, but not at work, and that includes you, Bluey. Don’t try to bully or intimidate me at work. It won’t wash here, maybe, because you have status.” Cora looked annoyed that she had been tested.
Bluey burst out laughing.
“Noted.”
“I don’t think I want to be on the wrong side of Cora; she’s scary. Good Enforcer’s woman,” Dizzy said, both ladies laughing at something I didn’t get. Must be a girl thing.
“Let’s go get that paperwork done.” Bluey pushed again, and with two security guards, we headed to the hospital, Bluey chatting the whole way there, filling Cora in on the different doctors, their attitudes, and what to expect from some of the nurses that she will be in charge of.
The hospital loomed, the car park full, like it nearly always is, for a small town. This was a very busy hospital catering for four other smaller towns nearby. This one has everything it needs because the club keeps it running, providing resources when they’re needed. No other town close by hasa club or sponsor to keep a small town running as well as ours does.
Cora POV
The hospital came into view. I had been half-listening to Bluey on the way here, most of which I would like to see, before making up my mind about the different doctors and nurses I have learned over the years. It’s how you treat them that determines how they react to you and how you’re treated. If you are competent, they want you, but respect it when you say you are dealing and are busy.
Gunner found a parking spot, and Bluey led the way inside. The fast pace was too much for me, hobbling for the first time with just the one crutch, not yet ready to walk too far without support.
“Bluey, slow it,” Gunner called out. She stopped and turned around, a guilty look draining the happy smile from her face.
“Sorry, forgot.” Bluey waited for us to catch up and moved on at a slower pace, explaining the areas as we went. Being an ER nurse, she had her office on the ground floor, and mine was next to hers. Down the long corridor, many staff members greeted her, whom she waved back or nodded to, and then they looked at us: an appreciative look at Gunner and a down-the-nose look at me.
Bluey, at this stage, didn’t bother introducing Cora; she had a mission in mind, and nothing was taking her from that focus.
