Chapter 2

Hayley's POV

I walk inside the entrance to the hospital, and look around. The lights are dim, and it's extremely quiet. Ah, just the way I like it. I look over to the secretary area, and notice the secretary, Mary, is still there, even though her shift ended two hours ago.

"Hey, Mary. What are you still doing here?" I ask.

"Hi Hay- I mean, Ms. Williams." I roll my eyes as she says that with a smirk on her face. We have to address co workers as Ms, Mrs., or Mr. because of some dumb rule the boss made up. "I'm just finishing up some paperwork."

"Ah, I see. Well, have a good night/morning." She waves at me as I wander off.

I walk into the check in area for work and grab my card to punch in. As I'm about to slide the card in, I hear a stern, somewhat annoyed voice behind me.

"Williams," he says, or spits, like my name is a foul taste on his tongue. "You're actually on time today."

Shit. It's Josh. Or, as I'm supposed to say, Mr. Farro. Josh is my boss, and he practically runs the entire hospital. He's a doctor, but he never really does any doctor things. He just pays the hospital expenses and other bossy things. And for some reason, Josh really doesn't like me.

I turn around to face him. "Yeah, no more random traffic jams in three in the morning." I say, trying to get rid of the annoyed tone in my voice.

"I see. Well, you better check in before you're late again."

"I have about a minute. It takes me three seconds to slide a card."

He gets an aggravated look on his face. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, just be snappy. We've got a hospital to run." He then walks out of sight. I roll my eyes and slide my card through the slot.

The morning went by pretty fast. I mean, I don't have many patients to look after. I work in the surgery recovery ward. Most hospitals have birthing wards and cancer wards and such, but since we're so small, we have the emergency room, after emergency room, surgery recovery, and birthing wards. We're working on a cancer ward, though. Anywho, I'm a nurse in four rooms in the ward that hold two people each. But right now, there's only three people, one in each ward. So I really didn't have many people to nurse.

Around seven, I go into one of my rooms, where my patient Donna is. Donna is a sixty year old woman who happens to be one of the sweetest ladies ever. She's in here for surgery on her hip, and she's been here for two and a half weeks, but today, she's leaving. We've talked a lot, usually about my life and her grandchildren. But she keeps me company. (She also promised to send me cookies once she can cook, hehe.)

I start to check her vitals, but I can feel her eyes looking at me.

"What's wrong?" She asks.

"Huh?"

"I can tell by your eyes that you seem sad. Something happen?"

I sighed. Even though she was a patient, I've vented to her about things, like my parents and Chad and friends and my job and such. And here comes another vent session.

"Well, my boyfriend and I never seem to spend much time together. I really miss him."

"Oh, your boyfriend, Brad?"

"Chad."

"Right. Well, how about this weekend? You don't work weekends."

"He's got two shows weekend." Did I mention that Chad's in a band, living out his dream? Yeah, I probably should have.

"Try after the shows. Or just call him and talk for hours or whatever you young kids do."

I laugh. "Well, this is it, Donna. It's been a pleasure, well, helping you recover, I guess. The nurse who's helping you out of here should be here soon."

"Ah, give me a hug, you need one."

I hug her quickly and stand straight up. "Remember those cookies." I say, jokingly as I leave the room.

"Oh, I will."

After I finish up with Donna, I sit down at a small table in the break area. My two other patients, an 80 year old man and a 7 year old boy, are sleeping, and I've already checked them over. I've only been here for three and a half hours and I'm already exhausted.

Suddenly, Melissa, a nurse/secretary rushes into the room. "Ms. Williams, Dr. Faris is on the hospital phone. He needs to talk to you." Dr. Faris was a middle aged man, and he was the doctor I worked with. He did most of the surgeries, and did a lot of checking up with the patients. What could he want from me?

I walk out to the hospital phone and pick up. "Dr. Faris?"

"Ah, Ms. Williams. Listen, we've got another patient."

"But you don't have any surgeries-"

"No, he's not a surgery patient. He's a crash victim. The emergency room and after rooms are filled up, the last room taken by his friend. We're gonna need one of your rooms to hold him before and after he gets out of surgery. I'll be up in five with him."

Oh, jeeze. I've dealt with surgery patients, but nothing like this. Is he hurt really badly? Stable condition? Critical condition? I felt like asking so many questions, but I realized he hung up. I rushed out into the main area, waiting for Dr. Faris and whoever this guy is to be up here. This is going to be different.