Cranky~

Chapter 16

“ bring in the anesthesia the patient is having another seizure!” I yell trying to calm the patient who attacked me earlier...

After putting her to sleep I prescribed the patient new medication as she had recently been skipping her previous prescription. After a hectic moment, I went over to the rooftop to clear my mind forgetting about the wound on my shoulder. I was too exhausted to notice that blood was literally pouring out of my arm. Suddenly the guy who refuses to tell me his name appeared wearing a coat.

I squint my eyes turning towards him, I couldn’t understand how could he appear during such a moment!

“ what are you doing here?”

“I was reading to the disabled children downstairs when I heard the commotion on the upper floor. I just came over to have some fresh air nothing more.” He said taking a seat across me.

“oh,” I say standing up,

He pulled me towards him handing a plaster to me with an antiseptic, “ you better see a doctor after work or I'll personally carry you there.”

He then walked away leaving, was that an actual threat. After treating my wound I Continued my shift. Who knew rich patients were a lot different and difficult to deal with compared to other people. After a quick change at work, I met him again outside the hospital, “you thought I was lying weren't you?” he said walking over to me, “ now ill show that I am indeed a man of my word.”

He called over a woman to carry me, “ precautions since we both Muslim,” and after he blurted those words I found myself overpowered by a muscular lady who I dared not to anger. After the check-up at the hospital, he drove me home.

“ you hardly know who I am, but your behaving like a long-lost friend.”

“ Unfortunately now that we’ve met, you're stuck with me.”

“how tragic…” I say hopping out of the car upset.

“I’ll call you tomorrow to make sure you follow the doctor's orders or else!”

I walked into my house a lot more moodier than Daneen usually is. Grabbing the tub of ice cream. I dont think I was upset about the injury, the treatment is what got into my tiny little nerves.

“someones a little cranky…”

“who asked you to speak, breath, or live?”

“well excuse me for being human, I didn’t know that it’s a crime nowadays.”

“im sorry, I just had a bad day. Sleeping it off might help.”

Sleep, I needed sleep… as if sleep was going to help me feel less angrier when I woke up the next day.