Chapter Three

“Good morning Morris” Patricia grinned at Morris, as she approached him sitting in the waiting room.

“good morning nurse Patricia” Morris nodded, with a crooked smirk on his face

“I will be back; I want to change into my scrubs” she hurried past Morris

 Morris smiled “I prefer you on mufti though” he raised the tone of his voice so Patricia would hear.

Patricia smiled, but didn’t respond, as she walked into a room with the inscription ‘female dressing room’ atop the door…

After some minutes passed, the dressing room’s door opened, and out came Patricia in her blue scrubs, with her hands in the pocket, she smiled as she walked back to the waiting room, to where Morris sat.

“you're back into this scrub” Morris rubs his nose, as Patricia approached him

“yes, I am” Patricia smiled at him.

“good morning Nurse Patricia” an aged man rolled his oxygen tank, and a tube-like material in his nostrils, connected to the tank, through a tube, said with a surprised voice, as he walked in, from behind her smiling.

“good morning Mr. James, I’m hoping you slept well” Patricia rubbed James’ arm

“I missed your presence last night, we all did, the patients, this hospital can’t be the same without you”

Patricia looked at Morris, and chuckled “is that so!”

“yes, very much so, you can’t be replaced here”

“thank you very much, that is good coming from you. How are you doing? By the way, still having difficulty in breathing?”

“well, what can I say, I’m surviving at least” James coughed

Patricia pats James on his shoulders, “you will be ok” she said, looking into James’ eyes

James nods his head, “you see what I’m talking about? Not many Nurses can do this, “I don’t know how you manage do it, but maybe it should be taught in nursing schools, it’s a must-have-gift, for all nurses”

Patricia looks at Morris, who sat and smiled as he watched in amazement, Patricia discussing with James

“do what?” Patricia shrugged, and gave a smirk.

“the connection you have with your Patients, it’s as if you can put yourself in their shoes, it makes you empathize with them”

“is that a blush I see on your face? Oh my God!” Morris exclaimed ecstatically.

“I’m not blushing” Patricia scoffed

“are you sure” Morris tilted his head, as he focused on Patricia, waiting for her affirmation

“well…maybe I am, but I reckon we are all allowed to, once in a while”she answered, a shy smile spreading across her face, making her dimples more visible.

“I knew it. yes, we are all allowed to” Morris replied with a triumphant smile.

“I’ll be heading to my room; my old legs can’t hold me for too long” James said as he turned back to leave.

“Alright James, I will come check on you later”

"I’ll be anticipating your coming, just don’t take too long” James rolled his oxygen tank away, as he walked into a lobby

Patricia smiled, looking at Morris who smirked, she shrugged. Then Patricia sat on the chair beside Morris.

“How is your son, have you checked on him?”

“the last time I looked through his door, he was sleeping”

“alright, I think I should go check on him…”

“help help!!!” a shout came from one of the rooms

Did you hear that shout?” Patricia widened her eyes, as she stared at Morris

“yes, I did”

“help!!!” the sound came bellowing again.

Patricia and Morris stood up with some urgency in them, then sprinted to where the sound came from. They approached the teenager’s room. Patricia tried opening the door, it didn’t budge at the first try, then she gave it a second try, and she goes careening into the teenager hospital.