You, Me, and a Little Fate

Just Not Yet

Saturday, March 17, 2014

As Heather rushed into the emergency room, she soon realized that work that day would be very hectic. Once again, for the third time that week, Mr. Henderson was in the ER with an absurd complaint of stomach pains, usually, yes, they take that complaint serious, but in his case, all the employees hated to help the obnoxious old man. In Heather's case, she was just lucky enough to get his chart shoved in her hand and an order to devote her time to him. As she looked over the man's chart she rolled her eyes at how stupid his health complaints were since it was well known that he was a hypochondriac, which was his only health problem. With chart in hand and an obvious sigh, Heather made her way into his examination room and started her patient routine. After several hours of ongoing complaints concerning the temperature of the room, the slow pace of the employees, and even the noise level, Heather had to take a breather, so she headed to the lounge. As she exited the room, she shoved Mr. Henderson's chart into another nurse's empty hands and made her way to the lounge. After a few moments of pure silence, Heather made her way outside to face Mr. Henderson yet again, just then, Theresa, the nurse whom she handed Mr. Henderson's chart, appeared out of his examination room with a huge smile.

"Why that smile?" questioned Heather as she approached Theresa.

"Well, let's just say the Mr. Henderson is now the radiologist's problem." Replied Theresa as she pushed a different chart into Heather's hands.

"Radiologists?" started Heather, "I really don't see how you always get Mr. Henderson to leave, plus good luck when those guys come to find you for passing that guy off on them… again"

"Oh well," Theresa simply stated as she walked pass Heather and to the front nursing station to hand in Mr. Henderson's file. Just then Heather peered up at the clock on the wall and realized that after her case with the old grumpy man, it was already eight o'clock at night.

"Only…" signed Heather as she counted up the number of hours left, "four more hours left, thank god." With that, Heather threw her head back and ran her hand through her brown curly locks, which was until she turned her attention back to the clipboard that Theresa put in her hands. "Hmmm, twisted knee," Heather said to herself as she read the chart, "at least it's something easy." She then headed out to the examination room stated on the chart and entered the cold, clean room. "Now, Mr.…" started Heather as she glanced at the sheet in front of her.

"Heedly," finished the young man as Heather's eyes got bigger at the sound of the man's voice. Heather's mind raced with every thought imaginable as she stood frozen the doorway of the room. Without looking up to meet the blue ocean eyes that she knew were in front of her, she turned the other way and went to find Theresa.

"Theresa," shouted Heather as she found the woman heading into the nearby lounge and pulled her aside, "take this patient, you have to," she finished as she shoved the chart into the older woman's hands and looked back up at her face.

"But why," asked Theresa with a voice of confusion.

"Just please, do this one thing for me," at the sound of Heather's pleading voice, Theresa put a smile on her face and made her way to the examining room, knowing Heather, she knew that she had to just cover for her and find out the inner story later on. As Theresa entered the room, the blonde, blue eyed young man took notice of the fairly short, white haired wrinkled women that just entered and was confused by the previous nurse's quick exit.

"Where did the other nurse go," he questioned as the woman started to examine his blood pressure and other stats.

"Oh dear, don't worry about her," started Theresa as she peered up at the handsome man with a gentle smile, "Nurse Bearlen just has a sudden… hmmm… family emergency, but don't worry she is fine."

"Nurse Bearlen?" questioned Derrick with a slight hesitation and a shocked look on his face.

"Well having a young son keeps you very busy I guess," finished Theresa as she finished up her exam, "anyway, I am going to send the doctor in soon and then get you up to x-rays, it is probably nothing too serious, it looks like a slight twist of the knee." With that and a nod of understanding from Derrick, Theresa left the room, leaving a still very confused man sitting in the middle of an empty examining room. As she exited, she found Heather in the lounge freaking out about the man who she just encountered.

"Heather, what just happened back there?" Theresa asked as she took a seat next to Heather and started to rub the young woman's back.

"It is a long story, but to make it shorter… it is just not time yet… its way too soon," replied Heather as she stood back up, regained her composure, and exited the room, leaving Theresa there questioning Heather's own personal life and actions. After not long though, Theresa stood up and made her way out the lounge to finish her hard day of work off. As she walked out and was met by the chaos that was the ER, she couldn't help but hope that Heather would be better, but in the end- fate was now in Heather's court.