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Chapter 4
I chuckled. I knew I wasn't innocent. I went out to work out in the cold rain to cool off after spending way too long watching that woman sleep. I was instantly attracted to her and to be honest she wasn't the type that was normally drawn to me. She was straight forward and I was used to woman who pretended to be perfect little angels, but they loved to show just how crazy and wild they were in the shadows. That was me. The guy in the shadows. Always hidden. Never good enough to be seen with.
I'd had many lovers in my life, but to date no girlfriends. How the hell does that happen? It wasn't because I'm the type that doesn't call after sleeping with someone. I called. I approached them, but they made it clear that I could not contact them. They would call me. That's what they would say. Oh, and don't forget the 'let's keep this between us' conversation. I knew that by heart. I knew it so well, that I stopped expecting more. I started playing by their games. I met them in the supply rooms, where ever. Getting my medical degree didn't change anything.
I ventured out and headed to the kitchen. The two women where cooking breakfast for our many overnight patients. The aroma hit my nose and instantly made my stomach growl.
I went over to the long metal counter and made myself a plate, then leaned against the wall with a fork. Both women looked at me with shocked expressions.
"What? I like to know what my patients are eating." I flashed a huge grin. Then my focus went to the window and the man walking up the steps of the clinic. "This one doesn't look sick."
"Um – I'll be right back." Daniella untied an apron. "If that's okay."
"It's fine."
and she hurried away. I didn't want to be nosey but I couldn't stop glancing out the window. She held herself together so well, yet I could see the sadness in her eyes as she spoke to the man. She stood with her arms crossed against a pillar on the porch and the guy was angry. I could hear him from where I stood, but I couldn't make out his words. Then he stormed off.
"Everything okay?"
Daniella came back and started preparing trays for our patients like nothing was going on besides her job.
"Yes." She sighed, staying on task until the last meal was prepared. Not once did she talk about her personal life. That's a great quality in an employee, but I kind of wished she didn't drop her troubles at the door. I was intrigued by her and I wanted to know a little about her.
I discreetly watched her all day. I saw her heart. How she truly cared for everyone in those rooms. She spoke to them. She was never in a hurry to leave so she could finish her work load. She had patience and spoke with kindness. Even with the combative old man with dementia she never seemed annoyed or frazzled. The kind of understanding she possessed was rare. I'd never seen anything like that before. I was attracted to so much more than her looks that day. There was this light around the woman. She was the kind that I knew I could never call my own and I'd already been told she was married to a cop – just my luck.
Daniella appeared so worn out by closing time that day. She'd bounced from the rooms to the front desk. I don't think she took a break all day and I had to admit a few more people. The virus that hit that town had left us with no empty rooms and I was afraid I'd have to start sending people to the big hospital. Everyone seemed to be getting worse. The medicine I had on hand didn't seem to help and I began to think that maybe I wasn't meant to be a doctor. Maybe I should have become a nurse and left the big decisions to someone who could actually do it. After sending yet another of my patients by ambulance to the big hospital, I sat on the sofa in the lounge with my head in my hand. I stared at their files. At their symptoms and tests. Wondering what I could have done differently. I had failed. Again.
"You're a good doctor." I heard from behind me.
"I thought you left." I'd ordered Daniella to leave two hours before.
"I'm about to." She said. "I got hung up."
"When I say go –you go."
"You can't tell me I can't hang out with a patient on my own time." She countered, then picked up her bag from the table and tossed it over her shoulder. "Have a good night. If you need …"
"I won't call you." It sounded like a growl to me, but I'd really meant that she'd worked too many hours already.
"See you tomorrow." She sighed. "And for what it's worth, you did more than most doctors do around here. Well, not since the doc."
"But they're not getting better." I sat back against the sofa hard. "Shit."
"Hey …" She touched my shoulder. "We're not equipped for major illnesses. You did all you could and sent them for more help the minute you thought they needed it. That's what a good doctor would do."
"Sure."
"You could have let your ego get in the way. You could have kept everyone here because you had to be the one to heal them."
I laughed. "That makes no sense."
"You'd be surprised. Good night doctor."
"Call me Roman."
"No." she said with a smile. "I like doctor better."
