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Neela's Point Of View
The next day. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at my ceiling. The alarm was going off but I didn't feel like stopping it. I didn't feel like doing anything. I even had a moment of thinking maybe I should call in sick. But I knew I couldn't do that. Finally, I got up, dressed, and went into my kitchen. After shutting the alarm clock of course. I walked on the cold tile floor to my sink and let water flow into a pan. I let the water boil and I poured the oatmeal in. I stared at the floor while it was cooking and then decided to go to my hair while I had time. I walked into the bathroom and took a hair clip. I put my hair up, and did my make-up. I looked into the mirror while brushing my teeth and realized that I was cooking.
"Shoot!" I said, my mouth still full of toothpaste. I spit and ran into the kitchen.
"Oh No!" I said aloud when I saw the oatmeal boiling over onto my stove.
I shut the heat off but burned my hand on the pan in the process. I pulled my hand back quickly to examine the wound. A blister was beginning to form already. It wasn't as big as I expected, but it hurt an awful lot. I took it to the sink and began dabbing it with water. After it felt a little bit better, I gave up on breakfast and went to Starbucks to grab a coffee. After giving the man my money, recieving the coffee, and walking off, I realized I had left my cell phone on the counter of the coffee shop.
"This is just not my day is it?" I asked myself.
I walked back quickly to the coffee shop to retieve my cell phone. The manager handed it over to me. I thanked him and ran off. I turned my hand over and examined my blister once again. It was a little bigger then last time but it felt better. I arrived at the hospital and threw my coffee away. I walked into the lounge, taking off my coat, to retrieve my lab one.
I walked out the door and right away saw Michael. I couldn't face him. Throughout the rest of the day, during trauma's and recoveries, lab tests and meetings, I ignored him. I didn't even look up, until I was standing at the front desk, typing on the computer.
"That's quite a blister you have there." I heard a familier voice say.
I looked up to see Michael standing in front of me. I quickly looked back down and continued my business on the computer.
"What happened?" He asked, lifting my hand up.
At first I didn't say anything, but I finally gave up and spoke.
"I...I was cooking this morning, and I burnt it on a pan." I said quietly.
"Seems like you need some cooking tips." He joked. I didn't laugh.
"Look, what I said yesterday, I was thinking and realized I shouldn't have come down that hard on you. I would, and need to stay with you but something inside me just says I need to do this. I know I am being selfish." He told me, still holding onto my hand.
"No Michael, I'm being selfish. I'm the one who thinks that you need to stay here, just for me. Go Michael. If you want to do this, then by all means, do it." I said tears welling up behind my eyes. He stared at me, thinking of what to say next. I turned my head.
"Neela....." He started.
"No, Dr. Gallant, just go." I said crying now.
He stared at me with sad eyes and walked off. I leaned against the desk and cried, tears dripping onto the keyboard. I quickly wiped them away when Abby approached me.
"Neela, we have a trauma coming in." She said quietly.
"Okay..." I said sniffling. She knew something was wrong, but didn't ask.
I walked with her to the ambulance bay and waited for the trauma to arrive. She looked over at me a couple of times and I could tell she was going to say something. She never did.
Well here is Chapter Number 5! I hope you enjoy it. I may work on chapter 6 tonight. Please Review!
Neela's Point Of View
The next day. I opened my eyes and found myself staring at my ceiling. The alarm was going off but I didn't feel like stopping it. I didn't feel like doing anything. I even had a moment of thinking maybe I should call in sick. But I knew I couldn't do that. Finally, I got up, dressed, and went into my kitchen. After shutting the alarm clock of course. I walked on the cold tile floor to my sink and let water flow into a pan. I let the water boil and I poured the oatmeal in. I stared at the floor while it was cooking and then decided to go to my hair while I had time. I walked into the bathroom and took a hair clip. I put my hair up, and did my make-up. I looked into the mirror while brushing my teeth and realized that I was cooking.
"Shoot!" I said, my mouth still full of toothpaste. I spit and ran into the kitchen.
"Oh No!" I said aloud when I saw the oatmeal boiling over onto my stove.
I shut the heat off but burned my hand on the pan in the process. I pulled my hand back quickly to examine the wound. A blister was beginning to form already. It wasn't as big as I expected, but it hurt an awful lot. I took it to the sink and began dabbing it with water. After it felt a little bit better, I gave up on breakfast and went to Starbucks to grab a coffee. After giving the man my money, recieving the coffee, and walking off, I realized I had left my cell phone on the counter of the coffee shop.
"This is just not my day is it?" I asked myself.
I walked back quickly to the coffee shop to retieve my cell phone. The manager handed it over to me. I thanked him and ran off. I turned my hand over and examined my blister once again. It was a little bigger then last time but it felt better. I arrived at the hospital and threw my coffee away. I walked into the lounge, taking off my coat, to retrieve my lab one.
I walked out the door and right away saw Michael. I couldn't face him. Throughout the rest of the day, during trauma's and recoveries, lab tests and meetings, I ignored him. I didn't even look up, until I was standing at the front desk, typing on the computer.
"That's quite a blister you have there." I heard a familier voice say.
I looked up to see Michael standing in front of me. I quickly looked back down and continued my business on the computer.
"What happened?" He asked, lifting my hand up.
At first I didn't say anything, but I finally gave up and spoke.
"I...I was cooking this morning, and I burnt it on a pan." I said quietly.
"Seems like you need some cooking tips." He joked. I didn't laugh.
"Look, what I said yesterday, I was thinking and realized I shouldn't have come down that hard on you. I would, and need to stay with you but something inside me just says I need to do this. I know I am being selfish." He told me, still holding onto my hand.
"No Michael, I'm being selfish. I'm the one who thinks that you need to stay here, just for me. Go Michael. If you want to do this, then by all means, do it." I said tears welling up behind my eyes. He stared at me, thinking of what to say next. I turned my head.
"Neela....." He started.
"No, Dr. Gallant, just go." I said crying now.
He stared at me with sad eyes and walked off. I leaned against the desk and cried, tears dripping onto the keyboard. I quickly wiped them away when Abby approached me.
"Neela, we have a trauma coming in." She said quietly.
"Okay..." I said sniffling. She knew something was wrong, but didn't ask.
I walked with her to the ambulance bay and waited for the trauma to arrive. She looked over at me a couple of times and I could tell she was going to say something. She never did.
Well here is Chapter Number 5! I hope you enjoy it. I may work on chapter 6 tonight. Please Review!