“You’re mercenaries!”
“Close enough,” the older dr gave her a knowing look.
Later on, Madchen and Nick were cuddled up on the couch, as good friends would do, with Adam keeping a watchful eye on them.“Nick?” she looked up at him,
When Madchen finally entered her department, Nick was already with Kimber. He was whispering in her ear, and she was blushing.A pang of guilt washed over Madchen.It was wrong for him to stay with her when he had a girlfriend, one who was very smitten with him. Kimber was a sweet young woman, with her long light brown hair and big blue eyes.She, too, had migrated to Miami,
They would all be together in the unit today, yes it was that busy.Madchen and Nick would split the rooms, with Kimber helping wherever needed. Several of the pt’s would have to travel to Ct, and the two core therapists wouldn’t have the time.The three of them got a report from the nightime therapists, then started their rounds together.
He wore his jet black hair in a man bun, his sharp features actuated by his piercing dark eyes.His muscles rippled under his dark green scrubs, and his countenance was that of a man you didn’t mess with. It was like he had been chiseled by Zeus himself, a gorgeous Greek god, Romanian, Romanian god.His eyes slowly roamed over everyone standing there, until he came to
To Madchen, it was obvious there was some kind of communication going on between the two, probably telepathically, as she had experienced before.They gave a slight nod to each other and turned away.
She headed back to the desk, interrupting Nick and Kimber’s obviously intimate conversation.It was still early in the day. She hoped with everything in her it would be over soon.
“Madchen!!” she heard the nauseating voice of her supervisor call her name.“Yes, Jason?” she replied curtly, giving him a glare.
Madchen’s entire body began to tremble. It was becoming increasingly hard to breathe. Any second now, she would completely melt down, giving over to the one thing she had fought so hard to contain. Soon she would be nothing but a heap of bundled nerves on the floor. Soon, everyone would see her for what she really was, a pathetic loser, as her meth head mother called her, a waste of space and food.