APOV
Beep! Beep! Beep! My pager loudly goes off. Yes it is the 21st century. Yes we still use pagers here at Seattle General Hospital. Don't ask me why we haven't come up with a more up-to-date way of communicating within the maintenance department.
Fan needed in room 6119- Jack Hyde
Well thank God he didn't come up here and tell me himself. His pea-size eyes, crooked, yellow stained teeth and his overbearing nature just gives me the creeps. I wrap up the vacuum and place it back into the closet and grab the fan needed. As I ascend in the elevator, I redo my messy brunette hair into a ponytail and straighten out my neon orange shirt. I guess when I gave them my size at orientation they thought I needed a man's shirt because I'm basically walking around in a tent. Ding the elevator doors open and in comes in a familiar pair of green eyes as I'm leaving.
"Hey Ana how's it going," Amber asks, her beautiful blonde hair cascading down her shoulders and framing her face. Man I wish I had beautiful hair like that, I think to myself. Amber has to be one of the nicest nurses here. She doesn't care if she talks to a housekeeper, which makes her an angel in my book.
"It's going pretty well Amber. How's it going for you?" I ask with a genuine smile on my face.
"Oh fine thanks. See you later." Her sweet smile makes my mood brighten. It's not that I hate my job…okay I do hate it…but having to deal with people every day who look down their nose at you just because you didn't get the chance to graduate from college and had to take on a lowly job, not to mention to receive a paycheck you barely live on, it does get a little annoying. I arrive at the room, knock and push the door open, and come face-to-face with a gorgeous pair of grey eyes. Let's not stare shall we I think.
"Hello. Did you call for a fan?" I smile back as he stares at me. His defined jaw is set straight, like he just came out of a Calvin Klein magazine. His unruly copper hair is swimming over his forehead. He's wearing a hospital gown but I can tell he has gauze and medical tape on underneath. His right foot is bigger too so he must be wearing a boot. Once I give him a once over I find his eyes are still on me. Okay, maybe he didn't hear me, or he might not speak English…
"Yes," oh good Lord his voice is as smooth as honey.
"Okay, let me set this up for you and I'll be out of your hair," I say as I find the outlet and plug in the fan and point it over his bed. "Would you like for me to get you anything?" My smile still in tact since the second I came into the door.
"Yes."