Taming Mr. Wolffe

She read through the folder. The symptoms were vague. Chest pain, cold, fatigue. Could be anything from a simple cold to something complicated. She put the folder under her arm and picked a steel tray from the shelf and went out of the to the supply room. The medical supply room was just after the reception area. Interns arriving late hurried past her murmuring greetings as they rushed to get out of their casual clothes. She met Stella in front of the supply room with a tray of her own. The woman in charge of supplies, Sheila smiled at her.“Morning Sophia.”“Morning, Sheila.” She pushed the tray through the window, the only accessible space for anyone restricted from entering the supply room. “I need some syringes, swabs and scissors, please.”Stella’s tray was already full of supplies. She leaned against the glass wall of the supply room, glanced at Sophia and sighed. “I miss the weekend already.” Her red h

The rest of the week went so fast. St. Peter’s hospital was as busy as always. Accident victims, minor accidents and the regular checkups kept Sophia on her heels as she went about the job she absolutely loved. But when the weekend came she welcomed it with open arms, ready to sit back and rest her feet. Mike, Nate, Stella and Rosa used what little free time they had to practice the beats to the songs they were to perform on Friday and Saturday nights.The band was an escape for them all from all the hustle and bustle of their working days. Days filled with dying patients and tears of loved ones, of recovering patients and the tears of joy, of bad news after test results came from the lab and of the good ones. The Copycats loved their jobs at the hospital but they collectively breathed a sigh of relief when they came together to sing. In singing, they could let go of the tension of work and just pretend that the lives of people weren’t in their hands for two days.

As Sophia sang into the mic she couldn’t help but think about the look on Nate’s face when he held her back before they took the stage and told her he had something he wanted to say to her. The look on his face was different but she knew what it was he wanted to talk about. She just wished he would let it go. She wasn’t ready to let anyone in yet. Maybe not ever. She wished she could explain why she felt that way but he wouldn’t understand even if she tried. Besides, she wasn’t ready to unload her insecurities on him. He and everyone else saw her as strong, mature, strong-willed but she feared what they would think if they saw the real her. The real Sophia that held everyone away from herself. As best as she could she pushed her worries aside. She would just have to let Nate know once and for all that she wasn’t the one for him, if she had to hurt his feelings to do so then so be it. Like always, singing Seal’s Kiss from a rose did things to her. Made her yearn for something she coul

On Monday morning a frustrated Sophia walked into the section of the St. Peter’s hospital that held the lab. Passing by workers and a few patients she headed to the front desk and slapped her hand on the hardwood. The two ladies sitting behind the high desk barely glanced at her as they chatted about something.“Excuse me,” she said to get their attention.They kept talking.“Excuse me,” she said through gritted teeth. They looked up at her with bored eyes.“Yes?”Straining to keep her anger under control she said, “I brought the blood sample of one of my patients last week and I am yet to get the results of his test.”The one with low-cut curly hair gave her a droll glare before slowly moving to the monitor at the side of the desk. “Name?”“Sophia Blanc my patient’s name is Freddie.”The lady took a long time scrolling through the lists of name

Matt was in a good mood. There was no drizzle today and his drive to his office was great. Looking out of the floor-to-ceiling glass window that overlooked the city from the twenty-fourth floor of the building complex that held his office and other firms he appreciated the view. The view was good. His excitement and light mood were from the good news he received from Simone. According to him, Ricky was clean, nothing shady about the man which meant that Ethan Lowe really lived a secretive life but nothing was hidden for too long, especially not from him. Ricky had called to inform him that Cheryl now had a lead on Ethan. She was getting cozy with him and he knew Cheryl very well, she was as beautiful as she was persuasive. If anyone could get him the information he needed on Lowe it was her.More than that he was looking forward to his date tonight. He had sent Lawrence, his secretary, on a very familiar assignment. Send a dress and large arrangements of flowers. Lawrence was