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|Hook Me(Men of Inked #2) by Chelle Bliss|
I did my shifts at the hospital and volunteered more than usual at the clinic. I filled my free time with work and kept my mind off him.
I hadn’t been to the gym to work out since it all exploded in my face. I couldn’t see him; not yet, I didn’t have anything to say to him.
I stood on throbbing feet filling out my last chart, about a child that had arrived via life-flight, before I could head home. She drowned in the family pool and was found by her mother. The little girl had been revived to the point that she was breathing upon arriving in the ER. Brain damage was almost a certainty with the lack of oxygen for an extended period. Talking to the parents was bittersweet. They were happy that their baby had survived, but mortified about the possibility of complications and possibility they’d never have their little girl back.
Every day the hospital chipped out another piece of my heart. Between losing patients, talking with families, and a general feeling of helplessness – I felt broken.
The shell of the person I used to be before I started med school with big dreams and foolish hopes.
“Guess what?” a woman asked in a giddy tone, distracting me from the chart.
I ignored the voice, signing my name and flipped it closed. The outline of a person standing a little too close caught my attention, but I still I ignored her.
“Hey, I’m talking to you,” she said again, not moving.
Hell. I sighed before turning. “What?” I took in the sight of her – Tammy.
My blood turned ice cold as I stared at her smile. An overwhelming urge to claw her eyes out hit me, the fantasy in my mind bringing me a moment of joy.
“Michael and I are back together.” She smirked.
Well, isn’t he quick? She’s as big of an ass**le as he is. He’s been texting me since the day I left him in the hall with her and they’re already back together.
“That’s great news. I’m very happy for you,” I gave her my best fake smile. “I’m kind of in a rush. My shift ended and I need to go.”
The smile on her face faded. “I wanted you to know since you were so supportive, but I know there was something going on between you two. When I found you in the hallway it was obvious.” She crossed her arms, taking a defensive stance.
“Nah, we’re just friends. You two are back together and you have a bundle of joy on the way. I’m truly happy for you both.” My cheeks hurt from the smile, still needing to make the bullshit happiness I pretended to feel be a little more believable.
She squinted at me, her mouth set in a firm line. “You slept with him didn’t you?”
I looked her in the eyes as I spoke very slowly. I wasn’t about to jump on the crazy train. “Michael and I are and were nothing. He’s yours.”
“Oh my god, you did. You’re a f**king whore. You’re the reason he broke up with me in the first place, aren’t you?” She bit her lip, gnawing on it, glaring at me.
I could almost see the wheels in her head spinning. Fucking great.
“I’m out. You can talk to Michael about me but I don’t have time for your bullshit, sweetie.” I know I sounded patronizing, but I couldn’t get in a fight with a pregnant woman.
“I’ll have a long conversation with him when we go to the doctor tomorrow for our first visit. He can’t wait to see his baby and show it to his mother.” Her phone rang, distracting her before she could continue.
I took the opportunity to get the hell away from her. “Good luck and congrats,” I said, walking away before she could catch up to me.
“Wait, wait!” she screamed only a few footsteps behind me with her heels clicking on the tile floor.
I stopped in my tracks, closing my eyes. “What?” I asked in a clipped tone.
“I wanted to show you our engagement photo.” She thrust her phone in front of my eyes.
If she had a knife in my chest, she’d turn it, just to make the pain that much worse.
I glanced at the photo and looked away quickly, not wanting it to be thrown in my face more than it already has. Something about the photo was off. “Wait, let me see that again.” I grabbed the phone.
“Look all you want, sweetheart. He’s mine and this time, I’m not letting him go.” She released the phone with a giant ass smile on her face.
Touching the screen, I enlarged the picture. The faces weren’t right. They didn’t match the bodies. I stood there gawking at it until Tammy grabbed it from my fingers.
“He’s so romantic. He proposed at the beach,” she said, staring at the picture.
It was creepy and her mind must be totally twisted. I hadn’t realized until then how entirely off she was and the depths of her craziness.
“It’s a fairytale,” I said. This bitch lives in La La land.
“More than I could’ve ever dreamed of really. He’s mine, all mine.” She hugged the phone, moving her body side to side.
“Yep, all yours.” I smiled. “I really have to go.” I needed to get away from her. “Good luck with your ultrasound,” I called out as I walked away.
I snuck a glance over my shoulder. She stood in the middle of the hall with her hands on her hips glaring at me. Her very presence put me on edge but her delusions told me she was far more dangerous than I imagined. I was the enemy to her.
I wondered if Michael knew about the type of over the top nutty that was his fiancé. I asked the security guard to walk me to my car. I didn’t explain, but I never needed to. I felt a little more at ease as I drove home but I looked in my rearview mirror every few seconds to make sure she wasn’t following me.