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Carol starts laughing and winks at me, even though I don’t understand why. “So, tell me, Emmy. Have you ever thought about it? Come on, you must’ve…”
“Thought about what?”
“You and Evan. He’s a doctor, he’s rich, he’s handsome. Don’t tell me you’ve never thought about snatching him up.”
“I’m really not sure I understand what you mean, Carol.”
“Oh, girl … I’m talking about a relationship! Have you truly never thought about dating Evan?”
“No. Evan and I are best friends and have been since middle school. But that’s it,” I answer with the truth.
“I think you’re crazy,” she says with a laugh before throwing the rest of her coffee in the small utility sink and heading back to the front of the store.
Now that I’m finally alone, I take a moment to answer Evan’s latest message before putting my phone away.
Me: Sure! Dinner tomorrow sounds amazing!
Chapter Two
Evan
“Where do you want this tray, Dr. Davis?” the nurse asks me.
“Right there, to the right of the table. Thanks,” I answer, a little taken aback by her question, considering that’s where the tray always goes…
She smiles and stares at me as if she’s going to say something else but doesn’t.
“Is there … something else you wanted to ask me?”
She keeps staring at my face. “No, nothing.” She smiles again.
“Alright. Then please take these charts back to the main desk, thanks.”
“Right away, Dr. Davis. Anything else?”
“No. Thank you.”
She stays cemented in place for a few more seconds, still staring at me, before finally turning around and leaving.
I finish up and then head down the hallway. The fluorescent lights are bright as always, and the smell of disinfectant and chlorine is strong but reassuring.
I’ve been at the hospital for almost twenty hours now, and my head is starting to buzz a little. I pull out my phone as I walk and text Emmy.
Me: Try to guess how many cups of coffee I’ve had since I’ve been on my shift…
I wait for her answer. She’s already at home and most likely in bed, but I know that she’ll answer, nonetheless. Emmy always answers me. It’s one of the things I love most about her, and one of the many reasons I know I can always count on her.
Only a few moments later, my phone vibrates, and I swipe it open, eager to read her reply.
Emmy: I’m gonna guess you haven’t had any coffee. You’re a superhero. And superheroes don’t need coffee!
Her texts make me smile, as always. I read and reread them a million times, as if the words alone will give me strength to finish my shift.
Me: You’re the only one who calls me that, Dolly. A superhero, I mean. Everyone else just calls me Dr. Davis.
The hallway is now crowded as a group of nurses try to move three patients in wheelchairs from one floor to another. I struggle between my desire to help and just how tired I feel.
“Hello, Dr. Davis!” The three nurses greet me at once as if they’re part of a choir, scanning me from head to toe.
