Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
The thing that was even worse was following those chilling eyes all the way to the school.
Right into my school, where the only people that came into said school were other nursing students and teachers.
He parked in the teacher parking lot, and I breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that I wouldn’t have to park and walk in with him since teachers had their own private entrance.
Pulling into a spot next to the familiar white car belonging to my best friend—who was in the front seat downing the largest latte that our tiny town had to offer—and shutting off my car.
I got out the same time Hadley did.
“I think you pulled in behind Dr. Tommy.”
I blinked.
“What?” I asked. “Who is that?”
She started to snicker as she straightened her black scrub top.
I looked down at my top and fingered the fourth star that I’d just sewn on this morning.
Three semesters down, one more to go.
I could do it. I could do it.
Maybe if I kept chanting that to myself, then eventually it would be true.
The tests weren’t the problem, though they were tough. No, my problem all boiled down to the hospital itself.
“That’s Dr. Bones.”
I froze, then turned, went to my tiptoes, and gasped.
The moment I could see him getting off his motorcycle, I finally registered the scrub pants.
Dr. Tomirkanivov aka Dr. Tommy aka Dr. Bones—who was dubbed that by the ghosts of nursing students past for his lady boner inducing powers—was the hot doctor who taught our critical care classes.
And this was also the semester that we spent the most of our time in the ER—my worst nightmare.
“I also saw him nearly get hit at the stoplight just down the road. I would’ve had to perform mouth to mouth with him,” I chuckled to hide the nervousness at seeing that man in a classroom and what that was doing to me.
“I think you mean on him, not with him.”
I chuckled under my breath.
“Sure. That’s what I meant.”
She rolled her eyes and hefted her backpack, and I followed suit.
“You have something cheesy looking on your shirt.”
I looked down, holding out my scrub top where she’d pointed to examine it, and laughed.
“Tallulah was having eggs and cheese when I left,” I explained. “I guess I’m lucky it’s not vomit.”
Hadley snorted.
“Hey, did you apply for the internship?” Hadley asked suddenly.
“Yes,” I muttered.
Of course, I had. My mother would’ve killed me if I hadn’t.
My mother was Director of Nursing, and she would’ve had a coronary had I not applied.
Apparently, it was a good way to get a ‘leg up’ on other hires. Or whatever.
I didn’t really care.
She didn’t know yet that I was likely going to go work in a doctor’s office and not the hospital at all, but she’d figure that out pretty quickly once I graduated.
“I did too.” She nodded her head. “My hope is to get in there with Dr. Bones. I hear he’s a good…teacher.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Dr. Bones doesn’t fuck students. He doesn’t even fuck other nurses or doctors. In fact, I’m not quite sure that he’s capable of even having sex,” I whispered to my best friend.
She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, but one can hope, can’t she?”
Yeah, one could hope.
We walked up the hallway to where the Critical Concepts class was—thank you to our small college for offering something brand new that no other nursing program in the country offered to their level four students—and I started to get lightheaded.
Yeah, the idea of critical care—of anything that even remotely had to do with blood and gore—gave me the heebie-jeebies.
I was determined not to let anyone know of my fear, though, even my best friend.
I stepped through the doorway and my stomach knotted.
Here goes nothing.
Chapter 2
If you don’t shut up, I’ll shove this stick down your throat.
-Why Tally shouldn’t be trusted with tongue depressors when she’s pissed.
Tally
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Hadley groaned. “We’re going to die. Literally, how can anyone make it through life like this?”
I agreed.
How were we going to make it through our days without falling into a puddle of goo at the feet of Dr. Tommy?
I didn’t think it was possible.
Well, not now that he was our freakin’ teacher as well.
Why he was a teacher, on top of being a freakin’ doctor at the hospital, was beyond me.
But there he was. In our classroom. Showing off his freakin’ tattoos.
“How is he allowed to show his tattoos?” the girl on the other side of us, Elba, asked. “We’re not allowed to show ours.”
“Is there something you ladies wish to discuss with the rest of the class?” Dr. Tommy drawled, bringing our attention to him.
“Uh,” I stalled. “I was asking if either one of them had a pen I could use. Mine’s no longer working.”
He started to stalk toward me, and I started to squirm in my chair.
Please don’t check my pen. Please don’t check my pen!