“I was just wondering, what should I make for our first date tonight?” I smiled as Dr. Seo's mouth opened and closed before he flipped me off.
“Anything is fine, I’m only allergic to—”
“Coffee, I remember. Sorry for bothering you.”
“No problem. Bye.” She laughed, hanging up.
“Sometimes man, I can’t believe I’m your friend,” he muttered.
I tied my laces. “I warned you if you tried to go any further you would regret it, didn’t I? Listening is what makes you a good doctor.” I patted his arm, heading to the door.
“One of these days I’m going to win against you. I’m donating the money to the children’s ward again?”
“At least someone will just think you are a remarkable guy,” I replied, walking out. When I did, I noticed Dr. Stretch, Dr. Four Eyes, and Dr. Bunhead were only then running up to me.
“You're late,” I said, glancing down at my watch.
“Only by two minutes!” Dr. Stretch raised his hand.
I glared at him.
“The pit?”
They sound so sad. It was nice. I didn’t answer, just nodded, heading to my first patient. That day I felt amazing.
Guinevere
Taking a step back, I stared at the wall in front of me. I had been at it for the last four hours and had only traced out the left corner. Stretching my arm and fingers, I kept stepping back.
“What is it?”
Turning around I saw no one, but I felt her move toward the wall. Placing my hand on her shoulder, I stopped her from kneeling down. Her head was covered with a small hospital cap with a bow on it. Her white skin was so pale it was eerie. She didn’t even really look alive.
She hugged her teddy bear to her chest.
She shouldn’t be walking. “Ms. Molly?”
“Hi Guinevere.”
“Molly, shouldn’t you be in your room or something—”
“No!” she yelled, pulling herself from me and running. She didn’t get very far before tripping…or maybe her legs just gave out.
“Molly.” I rushed over, picking her up. “Molly, can you hear me?”
She wrapped her arms around my neck, taking deep breaths. “I want to go outside.” She started to cry. “I hate it here. I want to play.”
I walked quickly to the nurses’ station. Three doctors came running toward me, their eyes glued to the little girl in my arms. However, it was…what was his name…that man from apartment 32C who called out to her.
“Molly!” he yelled, trying to take her into his arms. “Molly, come on. Stop this, let's go back.”
“No!” she screamed in my ear.
I winced. Her grip on me tightened. “I found her at my work station. She’s not letting go.”
I tried to take her off of me, but she just wrapped her legs tighter.
What is this?