"Get her prepped for surgery," B.J. instructed his assistant as he simultaneously scribbled in the patient's chart. "We'll take her to OR 3. Give me a couple of minutes, I'll be right there."
The assistant wheeled away Mrs. Jergenson as requested and B.J. high-tailed it to his office. Nothing like an emergency appendectomy to screw up his day. There would be no leaving at 5 o'clock today.
He needed to call Hawkeye to tell him, before Hawk started supper and then began to seethe when B.J. didn't show up on time.
He dashed into his office and picked up the phone, dialed the number. Ring… ring… ring…
There was no answer at home, and B.J. hung up, mystified. He knew Hawkeye had left work early in the afternoon; it'd been a slow day for him. Where was he?
All of a sudden he remembered Carlye, and his stomach took a dip. Shit, would he be spending time with his ex?
The possibility seemed very real, and B.J. could feel a kind of panic building inside him. But he didn't have time to dwell on it. He needed to go perform an appendectomy; he needed to give Mrs. Jergenson his full, undivided attention.
He left his office and headed to the OR, telling himself he'd have to put his suspicions and jealousy on the back burner for the time being. Even if Hawkeye was seeing Carlye today, it was probably purely innocent… a couple of friends just rehashing old times.
I trust him, B.J.'s mind insisted as he made his way down the hall. I do… I trust him.
But there was a part of him that wasn't completely convinced.