I yawned and climbed out of bed. Today I was starting my job at the hospital as an intern. Not knowing much of anything didn't really help but I know my purpose clear and well. I want to help people.
Ever since my parents died in a car wreck five years ago, I felt kinda lost in life but I felt very happy when the people at the hospital cheered me up while they were treating my wounds. I want to help people that lose their precious ones in unfortunate accidents as well, partially to repay my saviors kindness and partially to cheer up the people that suffered great losses.
For the last couple of years, I have been living at Auntie's but even though she's real nice to me, I can't help but think that I'm a burden to her. So I moved out.
I hurried out my apartment and climbed into my car. Shivering, I turned on the car and heater. A cold wintery day it will soon prove to be.
I drove to Dunkin Donuts to grab a quick breakfast. While waiting in line (A lot of people want quick breakfasts before work) I saw this guy seated and staring out the window with a dreamy look on his face. His coffee was on the very edge of the table. It teetered and tottered for a moment before it fell.
"Gotcha," I caught the coffee but some of it splashed onto me. "Ouch!" I yelped from the burn but carefully placed the cup back on the table.
The young man looked away from the window and blinked at me. "Your," He began.
"I didn't do anything," I cut in.
"Your hand is badly burned," I glanced down at my red arm.
"Yeah, well, I can fix it later," I began.
"Let me see it," He brought me outside to his convertible and got out a first aid kit. Treating my burn with excellent speed, I gazed at him in awe. "There,"
"Umm, thanks," I mumbled, marveling at the remarkable work he had done.
"I gotta go," He murmured.
"Oh," I stepped aside to let him drive through. After he left, I remembered that I forgot to ask for his name.
After eating real quickly and arriving at the hospital, I reported to my department immediately. "You must be the new intern, Elizabeth Darlington, right?"
I nodded numbly. The doctor talking to me has a very strong charismatic pull which certainly attracted female patients. I looked around his office and saw a bunch of females. Bull's-eye.
"I like to be called Lisa," I added quickly after noticing that he was waiting for me to say something.
He scribbled something down and looked at me. "I'm Jake Lawley." he tapped his pen on the clipboard he was holding. "Would you like to have dinner with me tonight Lisa?"
I laughed. "No thanks, I have a tight schedule."
He frowned. "Tomorrow perhaps,"
"Maybe," I gathered my items and asked him, "Where do I go?"
"Oh right," He pointed with his pen toward another office across from his. "That's your 'boss's place. Be careful." And with that, he went back to chatting with a middle aged lady about her flu.
I sighed and marched across the hall. Stepping inside the room, I found a man talking with a young lady. He was the guy from early this morning! I glanced at his name tag. Jack Farly.
After the lady left I said to him, "You're the guy from this morning right?"
He got up and filed something. "I don't know what you're talking about,"
"I mean at Dunkin Donuts, when you helped me treat my wounds?"
He looked at me like I was crazy. "I didn't hire you to be talking nonsense. Now go copy these papers and send them to the apartments listed." He handed me a stackful of papers. "Hurry up,"
I huffed at him and walked out. Only then did I realize that I didn't know where the copy room was or any of the departments. Knowing I can't go back to Mr. Grouchy Pants, I went into Dr. Lawley's office and found him available. "Dr. Lawley," I started.
"Call me Jake please," He looked up.
"Well, Jake, do you know where the copy room is? And well the departments?" I must've sounded stupid.
He laughed. "Do you want me to help you?"
"Oh no, you wouldn't have the time to,"
"I'm on break right now. I see Jack got you into work pretty fast huh,"
"Yeah," I meekly answered, relieved knowing that he can help.
"He can be harsh but he's a real softie underneath. Like a million miles underneath." He laughed again. I highly doubt it.
After going through my rounds (Dr. Farly had me go check on every patient he has. Phew, he has too many!) I entered into Dr. Farly's office. "Dr. Farly, I completed the assignments you gave me,"
"Great," He mumbled and gave me a sheet of paper. "Go ask Nurse Kelsie to help them with serving the patients' lunches." I gawked at him. "Is there a problem," He raised an eyebrow.
"No," I stalked out of the office and went to the Nurses' Counter.
I got to know the patients quite well by the end of my work hours. I paced out into the parking lot and fumed at Dr. Farly's ways. "What will I learn from this?" Then I saw Dr. Farley getting his car. I was half considering confronting him about his methods when a guy walked up to him. Two Dr Farly's!