Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“Whoa,” she said. “Was that why her driver’s license was suspended?”
“Yeah, when you have seizures, you’re not allowed to drive, you know?” he asked. “I don’t know why she was driving today, honestly. What I do know was that she knew better.”
“That’s unfortunate,” Val said. “Are you going to tell your brother?”
“Yes,” he answered. “I’m not losing the family I just got back.”
Where had they gone if he’d just gotten them back, I wondered. I felt like I was missing a piece of the puzzle.
Though it was likely I’d never know.
I didn’t have that kind of relationship with him, and more importantly, I was a wiener when it came to talking to attractive men.
They made my tongue get all tied up in knots.
But make that man look like Chevy Clayborne, with his sexy, dark good looks and his grumpy personality, and I was just lost.
Oh, and let’s not forget that he was part of a motorcycle club, though I didn’t know which one.
I’d done enough binge watching Sons of Anarchy to know that a biker would be just my style.
Though, that was imaginary me.
Reality me was too scared to do anything more than smile at the man.
And some days I couldn’t even do that.
I’d bet on my life he thought I was weird.
“Hey, Aella,” Dru called out. “Could you help me with a patient that just got out of surgery?”
I stood up, and that’s when Chevy turned.
I saw the look on his face before I left the nurses’ station, and I felt kind of bad, because it was obvious that he didn’t know that I’d been there.
Which made me feel like shit, because I hadn’t been hiding.
In fact, I’d been right there, out in the open, plain as day.
Was I that unremarkable that I couldn’t be spotted out in the open?
Shoulders deflating a little bit more, as if my day couldn’t get any worse after finding my rent gone and my mother the one to take it, now I had to be reminded that I was unnoticeable.
“What can I help you with?” I asked quietly.
Dru smiled and gestured toward a room that was about two doors down from the main entrance into the ward.
“Twenty-eight-year-old patient just had an ACL repair. She was going to go to same day, but they hit a snag with her surgery before our shift started and they admitted her. I just need help getting her bandages changed and her sheets changed,” she explained.
I didn’t understand the need for that until I got into the room and saw that the patient was well over six hundred pounds.
No wonder she couldn’t do it by herself.
Dru was five foot if she was wearing shoes, and probably a hundred and ten pounds soaking wet.
It felt super weird standing next to Dru because I wasn’t super tall for a woman at five-foot-six, but I felt like a monster standing next to her.
Dru was adorably sweet and vertically challenged.
She didn’t act like she was a tiny little thing, though.
She was all take charge and kill everybody that got in her way.
I liked her a lot, and she was by far my favorite person to work with when I was coming in for a shift.
Which was, sadly, quite a bit.
I worked my ass off, went to school full-time, and volunteered in what little time I had left at the local animal shelter.
I was anything if not strategic.
I knew that I was pretty mediocre when it came to life.
I wasn’t the best in my class, but I wasn’t the worst.
I’d graduated high school middle of my class.
I’d gone to work straight out of high school to raise enough money to put myself through college without student debt, and I never got past entry level because being a manager took too much time and effort on my part when I didn’t want to be there anyway.
Needless to say, I wasn’t this fantastical person.
There was a reason that Chevy barely noticed me.
“Hello,” Dru said to the patient. “How are we feeling?”
“Be feeling better if you got this sheet changed already,” the patient grumbled.
I looked at Dru, who looked at me, and she smiled.
I’d been here four hours now, with eight hours to go, and I had a feeling this patient was going to by far be the worst.
Generally, we don’t like to take too long to make patients comfortable.
Likely, what had happened was she asked for her bedding to be changed and she’d wanted it done right then and there.
I doubted Dru would’ve dallied.
That wasn’t Dru’s personality.
She was a machine, always making sure that her patients were taken care of.
“I’m sorry for the delay, ma’am,” Dru replied. “We had to wait for a different type of sheet to go on the bed that you have.”
Ahh, that made sense.
The bed that the woman was on wasn’t our normal type of bed.