Competition

"Thank you," she told Dr. Shields as she fell in step with Jackson behind him.

Dr. Shields nodded.

"Jackson, fill her in," he said.

Alyssa looked over at Jackson with a grimace. He was some blond guy from a wealthy family.

His eyes were a light blue color, and his blue scrubs hugged the lean muscles of his arms and chests.

She had seen him around school too, and he always had some sorority girl on his arm.

Jackson looked her up and down with a smirk.

"Maybe you should be in one of these rooms," he commented as he looked at her brace.

Alyssa rolled her eyes, figuring he would make a comment about her arm.

"Maybe you should just tell me about the patient," she retorted.

She didn't play games when it came to work, and she wasn't going to let Jackson think that he had anything over her. Injured or not, she was going to come out on top.