This is a companion story to the original Govern Me Goddess. The stories take place simultaneously. No, I am not forgetting my other stories. The muses are just really firing on this saga! This is quite the busy club. Who knows who will show up next... All I know is I don't work at this fictitious place and I don't have any claim to the WWE talent.
Huge shout out to MrsCenaOrton for her help with the medical terminology and fact-checking. That isn't my forte. It's the little details that make a story work or flop so THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
Sarah Fuller observed the man lying on the gurney. His breathing was regular. His heart rate was steady. His blood-oxygen levels remained in the normal range. She monitored changes in his blood pressure, noticing that they may have fluctuated but didn't vary more than five or six points. On the other side of the screen she was able to see the laser focus of the surgeon as he removed the nail from the clavicle. How do you shoot yourself in the collarbone with a nail gun? Sarah watched the long, skilled fingers sew together the veins and arteries before stitching the skin closed. I almost wish I could see those beautiful grey eyes. She adjusted the medication so the patient would wake up slowly but not overwhelmed with pain.
"Nice job, everyone." Dr. Reigns complemented as he raised the shield that had protected his face.
Sarah stood and stretched. It was the end of a long shift and she was happy that it was time to go home. "Nurse Fuller, you are needed in obstetrics." Sarah didn't say a word. Obstetrics meant a mother and baby needed her, sleep could wait. She checked her patient one more time and once satisfied that he would be fine, pushed her equipment to the side and headed for the door.
Now that the nail that had impaled the patient so close to the carotid artery had been removed without massive hemorrhaging, Dr. Reigns took the time to glance at the nurse anesthetist who was assisting with this surgery. Her long black hair was knotted in a bun on the back of her head and hidden under a surgical cap. Her green eyes rotated between the machines that were monitoring her patient and observing the patient himself. This is why I like working with her. She doesn't just depend on the equipment, she actually looks at the patient. Each one gets a little piece of her when she is in the room. He clamped the ends of an artery he was working near. It has nothing to do with how attractive she is. There are lots of attractive nurses. He dropped the nail in a petri dish and focused on repairing the artery. I wonder why she never goes out with the other surgical staff? Maybe I should invite her.
"Nice job, everyone." He made sure he complimented everyone after a smooth surgery. Positive reinforcement went a long way. He knew he was good, just ask him and he'd be happy to tell you. He complimented the nurses and assisting doctors but don't think they got credit for saving life or limb. That was all due to his talented and skilled fingers.
The intercom buzzed. Dr. Reigns tilted his head, listening as though he expected to be called. "Nurse Fuller, you are needed in obstetrics." The woman stretching at the patient's head glanced at her equipment and the patient one final time before whipping off her gloves and protective mask as she bound from the room. The doctor's eyes followed the nurse anesthetist all the way out of the door. As soon as the door closed, the other assisting nurses and doctor began talking.
"She is in high demand."
"Sarah works her ass off."
"There's just something about her."
"She's competent and comforting. The family feels secure and so does the patient, if they have the chance to meet her before they go under."
"Her shift is over and she's not complaining."
"I know this surgery exhausted me and she's headed up to obstetrics. How does she not go out for drinks afterwards?"
Dr. Reigns interjected. "Does anyone ask her out?" The discussion ceased as soon as he spoke. It seemed as if they had forgotten he was in the room.
"Um, sorry Dr. Reigns." one of the nurses tucked her head.
Another nurse quietly said, "She always says she can't because she has another job, but she appreciates the thought." The nurse grabbed the head of the gurney while another took the foot and headed out the door. Nurse Fuller needs a second job? I thought being a nurse anesthetist paid well. Maybe she has a lot of nursing school bills. Maybe she gambles. She can't have a drug or alcohol habit with the schedule she keeps. Why would she have to have two jobs? Does she have a parent with large medical bills? Why… When Dr. Reigns looked up, he was the only person in the room. For someone who was always the first to scrub and leave, this was highly unusual.
Sarah headed for the nurses' shower. She was tired after working through back-to-back surgeries but knowing that there was a cute little baby lying in that incubator under her father's watchful eye made it worthwhile. The mother was going to be okay. Seeing the grandparents holding her hands and crying nearly did Sarah in. I need to get out of here and release some steam. She rolled her shoulders as she rounded the last corner.
"Nurse Fuller!" Only Sarah's training kept her mouth from falling open. Was that Dr. Roman Reigns calling my name down the hall? What the hell… She paused and waited for him to approach. "I wanted to compliment you on a job well done today."
"Thank you, Dr. Reigns. I appreciate your compliment. It means a lot that you took the time to seek me out to give it." Sarah said graciously.
He smiled at her. "I am glad that you understand the value of my time. Since you do, you will understand the significance of an extended invitation for drinks after work."
It was Sarah's turn to smile. "That is very kind of you but I am afraid I cannot accept." She pulled the pins out of her bun, letting her black hair cascade down her back.
The doctor propped one hand against the wall. "I heard you have a second job and that prevents you from having fun with the other nurses. Why don't you take a night off and enjoy yourself?" He looked so cocky, so sure of himself, Sarah couldn't restrain what she was about to do.
Stepping close, Sarah put herself toe-to-toe with the doctor. She made her voice breathy. "Oh, how little you know about me. I love what I do. Some even think I am a goddess and worship the ground I walk on." She patted his chest before turning and sashaying into the nurses' shower. I cannot believe I just said that to Dr. Reigns! Sarah gave herself a mental fist-bump as she stripped and stood under the pounding spray.