Without A Second Thought
Chapter Two- I Thought She Was Jamie
Midnight. If people weren't on their way home, they'd had been in bed fast asleep for hours. But, Landon wasn't a lucky candidate for that, it wasn't even his dinner break. He had exactly eighteen minutes before having to be back at the hospital.
And he was in a pharmacy.
He even ran into a co-worker down one of the aisles, and used the old headache and Advil excuse. Even thought he wouldn't be fired, Landon didn't want people at the hospital to know what he was on anti-depressant medication.
There was a young girl behind the prescription counter, though he couldn't see her face, only the top of her head, that was just a guess. He didn't notice too much about her.
" Uh, excuse me".
Until she looked up.
" Jamie" he hasped, that's when she looked up, her blank expression clashing with his stunned one.
She blinked, " I beg your pardon?".
Those eyes, that skin. For the life of him, Landon could have sworn it was his wife- but had to remind himself that she wasn't there. ' Jamie doesn't have blonde hair' he thought, only to reassure himself. " I'm really sorry" he said, " I have a prescription- it's under the name Carter".
" Sure, just a second" she politely abandoned her magazine and disappeared behind the shelves, emerging a moment later with a paper bag in hand, " Landon Carter?".
He nodded, " yeah, yes".
She approached the counter, sliding the bag across the top, " that'll be nineteen ninety-nine please".
Landon rapidly pulled a twenty from his wallet and handed it to her, " thank you" he grabbed the parcel and immediately ran out of there, swallowing two pills once he was outside on the sidewalk.
" You look like shit" Mitch announced upon seeing his co-worker step off the elevator into the pediatric ward.
Landon raised his arms, " thank you Doctor Bunce for that award winning diagnosis".
" I got a chicken pox case in curtain two who'd probably say the exact same thing".
Landon grabbed a clipboard from the main desk and flipped to the second page, " really? ' Shit' and all?".
Mitch followed him up the crowded corridor, " kids in this city can probably recite rap songs".
He walked through a doorway, pulling back one of the curtains, now ignoring Mitch. " Allison Wilkins" he smiled at the little girl sitting on the side of the stretcher, giggling at first sight, " what brings you to my chamber?".
The woman standing on the other side of the bed, Allison's mother, stepped forward " it's her throat. She was sick for about a week, then got better, but her throat is still bothering her and it won't go away".
" It's been going around" Landon placed his hands around Allison's neck, causing her giggle to continue, " don't make me have to choke you" he playfully warned. He examined her throat with a miniature flashlight and listened to her breathing. " Probably a throat infection. I'll be right back with a prescription for penicillin, it should clear up everything, and if not just bring her back and I'll get a sharp knife".
As Landon began walking away, the small bottle fell from his pocket, and he didn't notice. However, Mitch did and retrieved it, before reading the label. " Christ Carter!" he snapped once they were in the corridor again, causing Landon to turn around and stop.
He tried to snatch the bottle away, " give me those!" but Mitch was too fast.
" What the hell are you doing with these?".
" Selling them on the streets, what do you think I'm doing with them?".
Mitch stared directly into his eyes, " I thought you were over her".
" Easier said than done, can I have them back?".
He still refused, " seriously, are you going to be okay?".
Landon's eyes grew darker, " I'll be a lot better with those".
Mitch hesitated for another minute, but finally handed them over, " you seemed to be getting better, we all thought you were over it".
" Yeah well I don't need six-year-old physiatrists around here. I'll be fine, I just- I'll be great, just forget you saw these, okay?" he pocketed the pills, and walked away.
Authors Note- I really do have a great plan for this story
Chapter Two- I Thought She Was Jamie
Midnight. If people weren't on their way home, they'd had been in bed fast asleep for hours. But, Landon wasn't a lucky candidate for that, it wasn't even his dinner break. He had exactly eighteen minutes before having to be back at the hospital.
And he was in a pharmacy.
He even ran into a co-worker down one of the aisles, and used the old headache and Advil excuse. Even thought he wouldn't be fired, Landon didn't want people at the hospital to know what he was on anti-depressant medication.
There was a young girl behind the prescription counter, though he couldn't see her face, only the top of her head, that was just a guess. He didn't notice too much about her.
" Uh, excuse me".
Until she looked up.
" Jamie" he hasped, that's when she looked up, her blank expression clashing with his stunned one.
She blinked, " I beg your pardon?".
Those eyes, that skin. For the life of him, Landon could have sworn it was his wife- but had to remind himself that she wasn't there. ' Jamie doesn't have blonde hair' he thought, only to reassure himself. " I'm really sorry" he said, " I have a prescription- it's under the name Carter".
" Sure, just a second" she politely abandoned her magazine and disappeared behind the shelves, emerging a moment later with a paper bag in hand, " Landon Carter?".
He nodded, " yeah, yes".
She approached the counter, sliding the bag across the top, " that'll be nineteen ninety-nine please".
Landon rapidly pulled a twenty from his wallet and handed it to her, " thank you" he grabbed the parcel and immediately ran out of there, swallowing two pills once he was outside on the sidewalk.
" You look like shit" Mitch announced upon seeing his co-worker step off the elevator into the pediatric ward.
Landon raised his arms, " thank you Doctor Bunce for that award winning diagnosis".
" I got a chicken pox case in curtain two who'd probably say the exact same thing".
Landon grabbed a clipboard from the main desk and flipped to the second page, " really? ' Shit' and all?".
Mitch followed him up the crowded corridor, " kids in this city can probably recite rap songs".
He walked through a doorway, pulling back one of the curtains, now ignoring Mitch. " Allison Wilkins" he smiled at the little girl sitting on the side of the stretcher, giggling at first sight, " what brings you to my chamber?".
The woman standing on the other side of the bed, Allison's mother, stepped forward " it's her throat. She was sick for about a week, then got better, but her throat is still bothering her and it won't go away".
" It's been going around" Landon placed his hands around Allison's neck, causing her giggle to continue, " don't make me have to choke you" he playfully warned. He examined her throat with a miniature flashlight and listened to her breathing. " Probably a throat infection. I'll be right back with a prescription for penicillin, it should clear up everything, and if not just bring her back and I'll get a sharp knife".
As Landon began walking away, the small bottle fell from his pocket, and he didn't notice. However, Mitch did and retrieved it, before reading the label. " Christ Carter!" he snapped once they were in the corridor again, causing Landon to turn around and stop.
He tried to snatch the bottle away, " give me those!" but Mitch was too fast.
" What the hell are you doing with these?".
" Selling them on the streets, what do you think I'm doing with them?".
Mitch stared directly into his eyes, " I thought you were over her".
" Easier said than done, can I have them back?".
He still refused, " seriously, are you going to be okay?".
Landon's eyes grew darker, " I'll be a lot better with those".
Mitch hesitated for another minute, but finally handed them over, " you seemed to be getting better, we all thought you were over it".
" Yeah well I don't need six-year-old physiatrists around here. I'll be fine, I just- I'll be great, just forget you saw these, okay?" he pocketed the pills, and walked away.
Authors Note- I really do have a great plan for this story