Fix You (2/?)
She laid down in her bed, eyes closed yet not asleep. She’d slept fitfully all night, unable to be brought under for long. She rolled over the cool sheets to look at her phone. It lit up and she reflexively screwed her eyes shut. “Fuck!” She said as she scrambled to turn the brightness down. When her eyes adjusted, she noted the time. Five minutes until her alarm. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” She said, hitting her head down against her pillow in between her frustrated screeches.
Oh well. She lazily and reluctantly rolled over and stumbled into her bathroom. After she had relieved herself, she washed her hands and took in her appearance in the mirror. Her hair had a crease in it leftover from yesterday’s ponytail. She fussed with it, carding her fingers through it, brushing it out, tousling it hopelessly. It didn’t make a difference. Back into the high pony it went. She shrugged to herself apathetically. Brushing her teeth and dabbing on the bare minimum in makeup to cover her dark circles, she reappraised herself. Satisfied with the result, she dressed in black scrubs and tied her stupidly ugly nursing shoes.
She made it to the morning huddle with five minutes to spare. She took a big gulp of her hospital coffee and listened to an endless stream of announcements. “Remember guys, we really need to be lifting safely. Use a gait belt and a buddy if necessary. This saves your back and keeps our patients safe! Let’s make it through the rest of September without any patient falls!” Her friend, Mary Margaret, said as she brought the meeting to a close. It was Mary Margaret’s first shift as a charge nurse thanks to her newly acquired bachelors degree.
As the team dispersed, Emma sought out the nurse who would be handing off patients to her. After setting her coffee down at her desk, she made her way over to a tall blonde in light blue scrubs who was restocking the extra large gloves outside his patient rooms. “Hey David! How’d it go last night?” She asked politely.
“It went alright. Thanks for asking Em.” He smiled. “I’m assuming you have my patients?”
“Yep. So was it a peaceful night?” She inquired a little too hopefully.
“I wish I could tell you that. Of course Ted was on his call light all night long. If it wasn’t the temperature of the room, it was the volume of the TV. He even asked me to find his mints from his bedside drawer.” He shook his head incredulously. “The guy will complain about literally anything.”
“Oh” Emma laughed. “Don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m honestly relieved to hear that. I thought he only did that to me, because you know, I thought he was a pervy old man.”
“Well that may still be…maybe I’m his type too. We are both beautiful blondes.” He raised his eyebrows and laughed deeply. “Okay, so other than that, everything was actually pretty quiet. Mr. Jones didn’t get much sleep. He was in a lot of pain, of course. And I had to change his IV site last night, he reported a burning, itching sensation. It was in the basilic, I moved it AC.” He took a deep breath. “When Dr. Whale rounds, you really should encourage him to order a psych consult. He had a few night terror episodes.” Emma’s heart clenched in her chest. She schooled her face to be neutral and nodded solemnly.
“Sure, I’ll recommend Dr. Hopper. He specializes in PTSD.” Emma nodded. “Thanks Dave.”
He returned her nod. “You’re welcome” he said to her with a smile, although if she had to guess, she’d say he was looking behind her toward Mary Margaret at the charge desk. Their dalliance was not exactly the biggest secret in the hospital. And gossip travels fast between bored nurses.
“Go ahead. She’ll be up to go yell at pharmacy for bringing the wrong meds any minute now” She nudged him gently. He looked like he might argue for a second then thought better of it, running off to the raven haired beauty’s desk.