That Thing Between Eli & Gwen

“I am not talking about this with you.” I signed my name before putting the chart back and walking away.

He followed. “We’ve been friends since medical school—”

“No, we went to medical school together. You just kept telling people we were friends.”

He sighed. “What do women see in you? You're such an ass.”

“Handsome and successful, what more do they need to see?”

He muttered something under his breath. “Look,” he said when we stepped into the elevator. “I’m just shocked you’re seriously with someone after—”

“Stop.” I sighed. “I don’t completely know what Guinevere and I are yet. We like and are attracted to each other. I feel nice when she is around, and after the year I’ve had…the year we’ve both had, feeling nice isn’t something we take lightly. So yes, to answer your first question, I’m looking forward to tonight. I really hope it works out. But if it doesn’t, it doesn't.” Getting off, I turned back to him as he was about to go back up again. “Your hair better be dyed tomorrow.”

“You are just being spiteful now.” He frowned as the elevator doors closed.

Pulling out my phone as it vibrated, I smiled at her text.

‘I left for the day. Let me know when you're back.

Go be ‘kinda cool’.

Guinevere’

Chapter Fourteen

Much Ado About Nothing

Eli

I felt like I had been at the hospital forever. My whole body ached, and I was more than ready to just relax with Guinevere. However, when I got off the elevator, I noticed the person waiting at my door was Logan.

He leaned against the wall, looking down at his feet.

“Logan, I’m really busy tonight, you are—”

“I need to talk to you,” he said seriously, his hands in his pockets. “I’m sure after you hear it, I’m not going to be here long.”

“Logan? What is it?” I put my things down, giving him my full attention.

He took a deep breath, looked to me, and then dropped his head again. “I dropped out of medical school today.”

It was like he had pushed me in front of a moving train. “I’m sorry, you what?” I asked slowly.

He nodded. “I dropped out of medical school—”

“Have you lost your damn mind?” I yelled. “What do you mean, you dropped out? You have the highest grades in your class, I spoke to your professor a week ago!”

“I don’t want to be a doctor, Eli!” he hollered back at me. “I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you this for…years.”

“I can’t believe you are saying this right now. Where is this coming from? Logan—”

“That’s right, me! It’s coming from me, Logan, your younger brother. I don’t like hospitals, Eli. I don’t like sick people. I don’t want to save people's lives with a scalpel, and I don’t want to be like you or Dad. I’m not—”

“Then what do you want? Huh? You seem to have yourself all figured out, big kid, so tell me, what are you going to do with your life?”

“I want to make music.”

God help me. Turning away, I tried to find words, tried to keep calm, but I could feel my pulse quickening at the side of my neck. “Please tell me you are messing with me again.” I finally managed to say. “Please tell me this is just some stupid joke.”