Precious Memories

Chapter 2- My Job

I couldn't resist watching his rising and falling chest. The melody was soothing. I sat there by his bedside. Waiting hoping he would wake up.

Maybe he would speak too.

I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to grab his hand and hold it, telling him that everything was would be okay. That he was fine. Well, at least I hoped it would be.

I looked at the monitor and it said he had a good heart rate. The speed was average so I knew his recovery pace was going faster than normal. Tremendous actually. I was probably too excited about this man, but for some reason me and this person just...clicked.

I heard a knock at the door.

My heart dropped.

They didn't know about this.

"Oh shit!"

I whispered it under my breathe. I couldn't let one of my staff members find out I was understand a state of stress. I never let it show to them.

I walked towards the hospital door and waited for them to find out my dirty lil secret.

"Yes?"

"Oh Doctor! I was coming down here to inform you that you had a patient awaiting her check up."

I left out a deep breath that I had been holding in for a while. I felt like my whole body had a weight just lifted off of it.

I looked in the window. The man was still conscious. 'That's good' I thought to myself.

"Umm...Doctor? Is something troubling you?"

'Great!'

"No not at all. Why would you ask such a question?"

"Because you keep looking in at the ma..."

"What?!"

He rushed into the room without my permission. I knew that it was all over from here. He was going to find out. He was going to tell everyone what happened. He was going to tell everyone that I saved this man. I would be fired. I wouldn't be able to afford my apartment. I would have to move in with mom and dad. No one would take me in. I was doomed from the start. I shouldn't have done it. I shouldn't have brought this man back. I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have...I SHOULDN'T HAVE!

All these scenarios playing in my head were not helping in least bit.

I rushed in there myself, thinking of some sort of excuse I could make him believe. As long as he bought it I was fine.

"H-he's breathing?! How is he b-breathing? He died!"

I needed time to stall him. Just for two minutes. That's all I needed.

"I repaired his main capillary to his heart. It was a major blood clot. He needed to have his air ways cleared."

Maybe, just maybe he bought it. He was new after all.

"Oh, well I guess he owes you his life. When will he wake up?"

Yes, he's such a dumb-wit.

"Hopefully, very soon. Hopefully"

He shook his head and walked the opposite way. I was relived of my stress and more of my doubts. He didn't find out and I was thankful for that.

Just now I have to worry about the other matters at hand.