So slowly Jordan packed up her apartment and secretly said goodbye to her grandmother.
Over the past year Jordan used her grandmother to fill the void left by her father. Her grandmother told Jordan that if she needed to keep her where abouts secret for a while she would send her money so her medical license number would not be attainable.
Jordan had asked Garret if she could work the night shift. He agreed, but secretly wondered what was going on in his favorite ME 's mind.
Jordan had worked that shift for about a week until one her friends confronted her.
While leaving one day Nigel spotted Jordan settling in so she could start her shift.
" Is there something wrong, luv?
"Wrong? No. Why would something be wrong?" Great now I am lying through my teeth to one of my closest friends.
"Oh, no reason. I just missed you during the day that's all. Um… can I ask you something?"
"Shoot, Nige"
"Why the sudden change in hours?"
"Oh, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to have more time during the day. That's all. Well anyway, I have to get to work. See ya."
"Yea see you later."
(Jordan's thoughts)
I knew people would confront me sooner or later. I really don't want to hurt my friends, but it is my only choice if I don't want to get hurt my self. Hmm . . . Maybe I should leave earlier than expected. No, I don't want to leave any earlier than I have to. Omg. All this stress is getting to me. If only I could smoke. That used to help me when I was an intern, but I promised my dad. Yea, and he promised he would never leave me. Apparently promises are meant to be broken.
On that thought Jordan was off to the drug store to buy a pack of cigarettes. Something she never thought she would do again.
This was not good. But like the old saying says: old habits die hard. If only Jordan and the rest of her friends and co-workers knew how hard they die.
