“Okay,” Mrs. Carter said. She opened her mouth and let lose the foulest burp.
Isis hurried from the room as fast as she could and gasped for clean air the moment the door closed. When her breathing returned to normal, she walked over to the nurse’s station and found Adrianna at one of the computers. She took a second at the vacant one.
“You’re still here?” Isis asked.
“Yeah. I have to take care of a few things and them I am out of here,” she answered.
“Do you want to do me a favor?”
“Depends on the favor.”
“I was wondering if you could discharge a patient for me.”
“What’s wrong with this patient?”
“Nothing,” Isis lied. Adrianna stopped what she was doing and looked at her. “Alright. She has gas.”
“Must be some bad gas.”
“You had no idea,” Isis laughed.
“I’ll do it. On one condition.”
“What’s that?” Isis asked, looking at her skeptically.
“What is up with you and McSexy?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Isis turned to the computer and began working on Mrs. Carter’s discharge papers.
“Lee said he saw the two of you and you were looking awfully chummy. So spill,” Adrianna said.
“There’s nothing to spill. You know what? I can handle the discharge.” Sometimes you had to pick your battles and this was one battle she didn’t want to have.
Isis stood, retrieved the papers from the printer and left the area. She could hear Adriana snicker behind her. They were best friends and Isis would have loved to tell her every juicy detail, but she and Dr. Taylor had agreed to keep things quiet.
Isis braced herself as she walked into Mrs. Carter’s room. If it were possible the smell had worsened.
“I have your discharge papers. I just need you to sign and then you are free to go,” Isis choked out.
“Okay. Thank you. I need to get home and eat something. I feel so empty,” Mrs. Carter said.
Isis held her lips together to keep from laughing. She could only imagine why Mrs. Carter felt empty. She took the signed paper and left the room.
Dr. Taylor was headed in her direction and she wanted to rip him a new one for setting her up.
“You so owe me,” she said.
“We’ll talk about that later,” Dr. Taylor said as he continued past her. The small slight bothered her. She wasn’t used to being blown off. She was used to being the one to blow people off.
She turned and walked him walk down the corridor and approach a woman. She was beautiful, like movie star beautiful. She smiled up at him tenderly and touched his arm. Much like the touch Taylor had given her earlier.
Isis wasn’t a jealous woman but that’s exactly how she felt watching the two of them. It was a feeling she wasn’t used too and she didn’t know how to handle it.
Taylor placed his hand on the small of the woman’s back and led her down the corridor. Isis knew she wasn’t thinking rationally but she couldn’t stop herself. She followed them.Advertisements