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“Irene Nagel? Were you bullied in school and called Bagel Girl?”
Andy Fisker eyed her from where he sat in the nurse’s station before finally rising to his feet to shake her hand. He was well-over six foot, without the need to lie about his height on dating apps, and muscles that strained against his scrubs. He had a boyish smile on his face, taking away from how intimidating he was. But Irene was sure Andy rose to the occasion when particularly difficult patients needed to be handled.
“No, they didn’t. Because its pronounced Nagel… like the company.”
Andy nodded in understanding, unperturbed. “Well, I will be your guardian angel and fountain of knowledge from now on,” he introduced himself with his hands pressed over his chest. “Welcome to the hellhole. For the next couple of weeks, I will train you to survive alone, and occasionally send your treats when you cry.”
Irene hoped and begged that he was joking. She was almost sure he was but hospitals with their glaring whites and rushed words always resembled a hellhole, especially during shift change. There were no seats left and the buzz of activity made it difficult to hear anything.
“Sounds fun,” she said nervously.
Irene always found it difficult to embrace change. Staring a new job meant meeting an army of new people and understanding how to interact with them. With patients, it was easy. But she was always scared of meeting people she would work with.
She rubbed her hands together, wondering if she had social anxiety in general.
“Follow me,” Andy called smoothly. “I’ll give you a tour of the floor quickly.”
Irene had to pick up her pace to keep up with him. The tour was quick and she was introduced to several coworkers. Andy’s voice was low as he commented on each person whom they passed, listing those she needed to avoid like the plague and others who were less of a menace. He rattled off about the best places to eat and where the wifi connection was the best for breaks.
Irene had to admit Andy lived up to his self-introduction.
“That is Gavin,” Andy paused to point at another male nurse but didn’t introduce Irene to him. “Call him Opo, but he has no clue why.”
Andy didn’t tell her either, so Irene didn’t know what to make of the name, either. Intrigued, she asked him, “Why do you call him that?”
“Because he is like an opossum, sleeping for long hours and playing dead when there is any work that needs to be done,” Andy shrugged.
Irene stifled her laughter behind her hand. “Fitting name. He looks a bit like an opossum as well!”
Andy squinted before nodding. “Now that you mention it… he does.”
He pointed to a petite nurse with flowing brown hair and a bright smile. “That is Talia, better known as Tinkerbell. I don’t need to explain why, right?”
Irene shook her head. She had been introduced to Talia before she joined the hospital and applauded how fast and strong the woman was despite being shy of five feet in height. Talia had floated towards them with an ease that Irene envied. And she could tell why Talia was on the approved list of people to hang out and make friends with.
Andy eyed Irene. “All we need to do is give you a new name,” he announced with a hint of concentration.
“I’ll decline that offer,” Irene refused. She tried to be polite but the last thing she wanted was to be named after the first mortifying situation she fell into. She didn’t need the embarrassment following her around for the rest of her employment. “Irene is fine.”
“Don’t be shy. I know you’ll like it.” He patted her on the back. She rubbed her shoulder with a grimace, wondering just how strong Andy was.
“But I like my name,” she grumbled.
“Well, it doesn’t matter if you like your name, Irene. It is a rite of passage around here.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully before dragging her along. “I’ll take my time on this one,” he concluded.
Irene stifled her groan.
She followed him around as they assessed their patients. That day, she was simply shadowing him, learning the regulations. From the next day, she would be taking the whole team while he sat and let her do all the world. Irene expected Andy to be lazy for the next couple of weeks, because anyone who said otherwise was lying. Orientation was used to pass the buck.
They were passing by the admin office when Andy stiffened. A leggy blonde, who looked like she had walked right out of a fashion magazine, passed them. It happened so quickly, Irene didn’t register what the name on her badge was.
The gorgeous doctor glanced in their direction, her eyes stopping at Andy. Their gaze was at best hostile and murderous at worst.
“Andy,” her tone was clipped as she nodded at him, her glare stony.
Andy bristled at her dismissive tone, his lips tightly closed despite his usual mouthy behavior. But he had a few insults at the tip of his tongues, waiting to come out.
He didn’t relax until she was out of sight. But then he turned to Irene and spoke with a burst of irritation, “That is the plague of a doctor you must avoid. She is cold, self-absorbed and rarely treats others are humans. I’d prefer not to tell you her name.”
This only made her more curious. “Why? What did she do?” she asked eagerly. What was life without a little gossip?
“She thinks she is God because she has a fancy degree that added a title to her name. She should find God in her spare time instead.” From the look of pure hate, it was evident he didn’t mean it.
“What is her name? You know, for when I have to call her…”
He groaned. “Don’t talk to her unless absolutely necessary. It’s Selena Stone,” he said.
“Dr. Stone?”
“Yeah, it’s fitting. Because her heart is made of it.”
Irene knew doctors… Irene knew a lot of doctors who were assholes because she worked alongside them for years. Maybe they started out their career as nice, modest people, but after saving a few lives, they instantly believed they were above everyone else.
Some of them were good at their job, others not so much. And usually, they were annoying. Especially when they thought they were better than nurses. Like Irene’s job was less important than theirs.
Like the nurses weren’t working the same insane shifts and saving lives just like them.
Even more annoying was their self-confidence. There is nothing more lethal than a mediocre man who thinks he is attractive. Actually, there is one: a mediocre doctor who thinks he is attractive.
And God forbid if they looked remotely attractive. Their enormous egos wouldn’t fit inside the hospital.
Hence, Irene swore to never date a doctor. Yes, in theory they were great partners—but in reality, their personalities made them unattractive.
But that was before she joined Glenn’s College Hospital. Before she was to be trained by one Nurse Andy Fisker. And to be introduced to the arrogant but ridiculously attractive Dr. Brenden Warren.
Five years later:“Do you want some ice?”“No.”“I think you need some ice. Your forehead is all shiny.”“Goodness, Talia. Leave me alone.”“Don’t get cranky. I’m just trying to help…”“Brenden,” Irene whined. “Make her stop. For the love of God, make her stop.”“Talia,” Brenden berated in a warning tone, his voice coming from Irene’s right, and the two of them got into a hushed argument that ended with Talia huffing and giving them both the stink eye. Which was perfectly fine by Irene because at least Talia would no longer be talking.“I’m sure if Nina wanted her to have ice, they would bring her ice,” Irene’s mother said reasonably from across the room. She was sitting in a little chair, looking out of place in her khaki pants and t-shirt.“Sure, they would,” her dad agreed. He had been standing by the wall, too anxious to sit and checked his watch several times a minute. “Where is she, anyway?” His eyes scanned the room as if expecting Nina to spawn out of the shadows at any moment
She felt bad but the thought of Brenden hanging out with Dr. Swift, laughing and unconsciously flirting made her feel worse.Irene was sitting behind a computer in the nurses station looking up labs. When Dr. Swift passed by and disappeared into the dictation room, Irene reacted without thinking, standing without hesitation and following her inside.Dr. Swift was just opening the chart she carried in and turned around at the sound of the door opening. When she saw it was Irene, she smiled tightly, then turned back around and began flipping through pages.“Irene,” she said cordially, resuming her work, and Irene stood there a moment while wondering what she was doing. What had she planned on saying because everything was suddenly blank.Irene cleared her throat. “Dr… Swift.” The use of her formal name hung in the air, highlighting the barrier between them.“Did you need something?” she asked without looking back.Irene looked at the sink, wondering if she could pretend that she was com
The self-doubt rolled off him in waves, but he hid it carefully behind a look of annoyance and straight set shoulders. If she didn’t know him, she would think he was being his usual grumpy self.“Now get out of my room and quit snooping around my shit.” The bathroom door slammed behind him, effectively locking her out..Sine was officially fired. It was never announced and Haley wouldn’t speak of it, but Irene heard it through the grapevine and since she wasn’t working any of her shifts for over a week, Irene was sure it was true.Things didn’t feel different with her gone, with the news of the drug thief out. She thought she would feel vindicated knowing she was no longer to blame but instead she replayed every conversation with Sine through her head and tried to see the subtle signs she might have missed. Signs that the other was a drug addict.Brenden thought the signs were obvious, but Irene didn’t think he ever liked her to begin with. He might have a point, though, especially w
“What?” he said defensively. “You did get rid of a drug thief.”“Oh god, Irene,” Talia burst into the kitchen after them. “I can’t believe it was her. Did you know? I would have bet my kidneys that I was right about Dr. Swift.”“Calm down, Talia,” Irene shushed her, suddenly overwhelmed by the attention she was receiving over it. It had been a couple of hours, but that was plenty of time for Andy to make a public announcement to the entire hospital. “We don’t know why she took them.”“Calm down? I cried for you. I grieved, Irene. I don’t know what I would have done if that had happened to me. Actually, you know what? I would have punched her in the face the moment I find out. Rationality be damned.”Talia was too excited, and there was no reasoning with her. Irene took her cup from Andy and gulped half the drink in the kitchen, nearly choking because it was strong. Then, she headed back to the living room to find Brenden and Dr. Stone in a deep discussion about a patient they had both
“You were right.”Irene threw down her bag, purse, and jacket before emptying her pockets. Brenden was still in his scrubs, having gotten off shortly before her, and looked at her in confusion.“I was right about what?”“It was Sine. Sine took the drugs.” She yanked her stethoscope from around her neck and slung it into her bag. She popped down on the couch beside Brenden. Her pride was taking a hit, but she sucked it up. This was how Brenden would have felt if she had been right.But she wasn’t right. Not even close.Had she accused Dr. Swift simply because she was jealous? It seemed absurd at that moment.To Brenden’s credit, he didn’t say ‘I told you so’ or make her feel worse. Instead, surprise lit up his face, his excitement impossible to mask. “Are you serious? What happened?” he asked. “Did she admit to taking them?”“I went through her phone,” she said unapologetically, ignoring the way Brenden’s eyebrows arched in a silent question. “She sent texts to her boyfriend talking ab
When she flipped it over, she glanced at the screen. In the dim glow, the message caught her eye.[Hello? Are you there? If they don’t suspect you, then why would you say anything? Don’t be stupid.]Irene read it once, twice, and her pulse rate automatically quickened as her thoughts raced into overdrive. Did this have anything to do with the drugs? Did Sine take them? Or maybe she was being paranoid and jumping to conclusions. It wouldn’t be the first time.She stared at the phone in her hand, then looked at the break room door. Then the phone again.‘Fuck it.’Her resolve crumbled.She clicked on the message, opening up the entire conversation. The screen glowed invitingly bright, the words appearing in an instant at the touch of her finger. She read them backwards, starting with the most recent texts, working her way up.The texts answered all her questions, laying Talia’s earlier claims to rest. Texts that made her heart thunder against her chest with such force that she was sure







