Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 347(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
“What do you want?”
I could tell with just one look that Daniella was in her manic state.
“He won’t answer my calls,” she hissed.
Of course he wouldn’t.
“You need to go see your therapist,” I said. “And take your medicine.”
Daniella was already shaking her head. “I can’t. I need you to call him.”
“I’m not calling him,” I told her. “Go talk to Mom. I’m working.”
“You’re not working. You’re outside.”
I nearly rolled my eyes. “I’m outside the hospital, where I’m about to head inside to go work.”
She scoffed. “I need your help more than you need to work.”
If she only knew what kind of debt I was in, she wouldn’t be saying that.
Though, she would’ve still asked for my help instead of me going to work.
“I’m not arguing about this. I’m at work,” I said. “If you need anything, go find Mom.”
Because she would help Daniella in a heartbeat.
Because Daniella was her favorite, and always had been.
“This isn’t something that Mom will like me doing.”
“Then it’s for sure not something I’ll like,” I pointed out. “I don’t agree with your stalking. I didn’t agree with you getting engaged to that fucker in the first place. What I do agree with is you taking your medicine and acknowledging that you have a problem. Now, make an appointment with your therapist and go see her.”
“Why’d you even go there, anyway?” she asked, ignoring my suggestions.
I drew in a deep breath, then let it out. “Because I wanted you to know that he wasn’t the one for you.”
Because I could just see the headlines now: Eugene Delemonte, best friend of Senator Josh Horn, has a stalker. A restraining order has been filed against Daniella Rossi.
Then yet another set of friends would know about my sister’s awful behavior.
We’d already moved multiple times because of Daniella’s many “relationships” gone wrong.
I didn’t want to do it again.
Hence me trying to help her before it got any worse—i.e., she pulled out the showing up in his home unannounced thing she liked to do and setting up cameras.
“I can’t believe you won’t help me.” Daniella crossed her arms over her chest and pouted.
It worked with my parents.
It’d never worked with me and Romeo, my brother.
“Sorry for your bad luck,” I said. “See you later.”
Daniella said something under her breath, but I didn’t stop to ask her what she’d said.
I didn’t want to know.
I turned away and headed for my floor.
The surgery wing was hopping, ready for a day full of surgeries to start any second.
I was unsurprised to find Chevy there, ready to get to work.
He was one of the best anesthesiologists we had in the area, and though scary as hell, I fully respected him.
Every single patient that came through the door I knew would be in good hands when it came to Chevy Clayborne.
The surgeon who was headed toward me, however?
Him, I could do without.
Dr. Aggie Powell was a thirty-something brand-new baby attending that I felt only got the surgeon job he got because his brother also worked on our floor.
Neither one of them, Aggie or Correl, could I stand.
But Aggie was always worse than Correl for some reason, and I really had no clue why.
Both were equally as disgusting and had no bedside manner.
If I could erase two individuals from this earth, it would be them.
“Why, hey there, Nurse Drusilla.”
I gritted my teeth. “Dru.”
“Sorry, Dru.” Aggie smirked. “I forgot.”
Sure you did, buddy. Sure you did.
I didn’t comment and instead went to the staff lounge and got all my stuff put away before heading back out and pinning my badge to my shirt.
I smiled when I saw Aella coming out of the bathroom.
“What are you doing here?” she asked with surprise.
“Gotta make some money, honey,” I teased.
She shook her head. “I can’t believe you’re here. You had an ordeal.”
Yeah, I did. But having “ordeals” didn’t mean that the credit card companies stopped making their calls.
“Unfortunately, I don’t get the luxury of time off.” I shrugged, not explaining.
Explaining took time and inevitably led to more questions.
Neither of which I had the time or the inclination for.
“If you’re sure,” she murmured.
I shrugged again. “I’m about as sure as I can be.”
I hummed as I moved toward the nurses’ station, my gaze scanning the big whiteboard as I got a look at the day’s patients.
I crossed my arms over my chest, taking in everything, and then got to work.
“Awww, man!” I heard someone mutter. “I wanted the heart surgery.”
My lips quirked but I kept writing, pairing nurses with doctors that I knew worked well together.
Also, one got the short straw and was assigned to work with Dr. Aggie for the day.
But, because I was a fair person, I kept notes in my phone app and made sure that it was the next person up.
The sad thing was, not a single nurse in the entire surgical ward wanted to work with him, and human resources didn’t give a single fuck that they didn’t. All they cared about was the bottom line, and it was my job to force them to toe that line.