Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 157032 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 785(@200wpm)___ 628(@250wpm)___ 523(@300wpm)
For fuck’s sake.
I glance at my watch. 6.45 am. I’m already late because I was thinking dirty thoughts about a certain doctor all night and hardly slept right up until an hour before my alarm went off. I push the little red help button and wait while it rings.
“Hello, can I help you?” The male voice comes through the speaker.
“Hello, I’m through the first boom gate, but now it won’t let me through the second.”
“Have you used the card before?”
“No, I’m new. I’m a doctor intern.”
“The card must be faulty. You will have to come to level two in the car park and get it swiped through the machine.”
I frown and look at my watch again. I don’t have time for this shit.
“I’m sorry, I don’t have time. I’m due at work. Can you just lift the gate and I will sort it tonight?”
“No. It’s against policy.”
“Are you kidding me? I’m blocking traffic. If anyone tries to get in behind me, they will get stuck, too.”
“Most of the staff park in B block,” he replies sarcastically.
I narrow my eyes. “Well, not this staff member, so can you open the gate?” I snap.
I glance back down to my watch. Fuck, it is 6.50am.
“Nope, come down to level two.”
Oh God. “How do I get there?”
Leave your car, walk down the stairs, and up the other end is an office.
“I’m… I’m going to be late for work,” I stammer in a panic.
“Seems so,” he replies sarcastically.
Shit!
I hang up, lock my car, and half run to the stairs, taking them two at a time. I get to level two, take my heels off, and bolt to the other end of the parking lot with my heels in my hand, with only my stockings hitting the bare ground. I arrive panting and a skinny guy who couldn’t care less looks up at me.
“Oh, are you the lady whose parking ticket isn’t working?”
“That… would… be me,” I pant. Oh, man, I’m out of shape.
I give him the ticket. He scans it and then opens the gate with a button. I watch on his security camera as it rises.
“You couldn’t do this for me when I was up there?” I snap. Honestly… some people.
“No. I don’t want to get into trouble.” He smiles sarcastically as he hands over my card.
I snatch it from him and turn to run back to the stairs and up to my level, and then over to my car. I’m out of breath when I glance at my watch. 6.58am.
Oh, man. I’m late!
I drive like a maniac into the car park. I get out, lock the car, and run. I don’t even know where I will come out in the hospital, but I hope it’s close to where I’m going. I push open the heavy door and come out into an area I haven’t seen before. Where the heck am I? I look around in a panic.
I see a janitor. “Excuse me, where… is… cardiology?” I pant. So much for me looking good today. I look like hell on a stick now.
He frowns. “Down the other end of the hospital and up two levels.”
My face falls. “What?” Crap. I start to run and catch an elevator. I pant as I try to fix my hair in the mirror, and just before the doors open I glance down to see a huge ladder in my stockings that runs up the whole length of my leg.
“Ah. Fuck it!” I snap.
The doors open and I scramble out. I need to find a bathroom to take my stockings off. I glance at my watch. 7.10am.
Oh my God. Oh my fucking God!
I’m never late.
I don’t do late.
I finally see a restroom sign and run into the cubicle and rip off my stockings like a crazy person.
This day is starting out really fucking bad. I throw them into the trash and scramble out, finally arriving at the cardiology wing. I open the double doors to see all of the interns standing in a group with Dr. Stanton.
Cool, calm, and on bloody time.
I’m panting, my hair is all over the place, and they all turn to look at me together.
Oh crap.
“I’m sorry I’m late,” I whisper, embarrassed as I slide over the where they are standing.
Dr. Stanton’s dark eyes meet mine. I feel myself wither under his glare.
“Nice of you to finally join us.” He sneers.
My face falls. “I’m sorry, Dr. Stanton. I had a parking incident.”
His angry eyes hold mine. “The reasoning is irrelevant. You’re late.”
My eyes hold his. Oh my God.
The other interns all look away. This is uncomfortable.
“I… I know,” I stammer nervously. “I’m sorry.” I drop my head in shame.
“I don’t tolerate late. You need to pick up your act or you won’t last two minutes around here.” He growls angrily. “I don’t deal with incompetent people.”