Chapter 8
Logan
Wranglinga whole week and a half off as a doctor wasn't as hard as it could have been. The hospital had plenty of doctors to step in and take over my general patients, and the ones who had appointments with me personally had been scheduled around those days.
Still, when I got back into the swing of things, it felt like the work had tripled.
I didn't mind that, all things considered. I was good at throwing myself into work and not looking up until it was done, which had done a good job of keeping me going right after Jas had left. Otherwise I might have just laid in bed, wallowing in my pain.
It still fucking hurt, and probably would for a long time, but it wasn't as sharp as it had been at first, and I hated to admit it, but maybe there was something to Dan talking about how vacation was good for the soul or whatever.
Or maybe it had just been all the sex with Elise. If anything was good for the soul, it was good sex, and I had to admit, sleeping with her had been some of the best sex I'd had in years.
She was fun and open minded, and it was interesting to see someone who came off as naive and just blandly sweet get a little spontaneous and nasty.
But whenever I felt my thoughts traveling down that path, I shook myself, forcing another train of thought.
All of that was in the past. It was one thing to have an affair while we were on vacation, with a limited amount of days left to spend together, but it was a whole other thing to do it back at home.
There were no limits around that, and that made it more serious. Not to mention, she was my best friend's little sister.
No, it was best to put all of that out of my head and just get back to business as usual.
I was more than happy to take longer shifts, seeing patients quickly, and falling back into my usual routine.
A bus accident brought in a wave of people suffering from things as minor as sprained wrists to things as serious as needing a leg amputated.
I dove in, working hard, avoiding small talk with the other doctors, filling out charts, and writing prescriptions and remembering what things had been like before vacation.
Tiffany, one of the nurses who usually worked the same shifts I did, grinned at me as I exited a patient's room. "You look well rested and tanned," she said, winking. "That's a sign of a good vacation right there."
"It was nice," I admitted. "Greece is a beautiful place."
"Nice?" Her eyebrows climbed up her forehead. "Did you just say it was nice?"
"What, is that not a good enough descriptor for you?"
"It's not that, it's just... I'm surprised to hear you saying good things about it. I half expected you to get back complaining about how there was too much sand, and the sun was too bright, and you got food poisoning from some dodgy food stall or something."
I scowled at her, folding my arms. "So, what you're saying is you expected me to be a miserable grump even after vacation?"
Tiffany just grinned and nodded. "Basically, yes. But I'm glad you had a nice time. If anyone deserved a vacation, it was you."
"Thank you," I said, sounding anything but grateful. "Now if you could go to Mrs. McCree's room and get her started, that would be wonderful."
She just laughed and saluted me before hustling off, and I sighed, rubbing my forehead. I was sure she wasn't the only one who thought I'd needed a vacation, and I had a ten-hour shift that would probably be filled with people making the same observations she had made.
So that was just fucking great.
My ten-hour shift had turned into a thirteen-hour one because that was just how things went. A patient’s treatment had taken a turn for the worst, and it had taken me and three nurses to get him stable again. It was almost ten in the morning when I finally got back home, aching and exhausted.
My eyes burned and felt gritty, and I was debating the merits of skipping a shower in favor of just falling directly into bed when I felt my phone buzzing in my pocket.
I groaned out loud. If it was the hospital, asking me to come back or for a consult, I was going to be really pissed off.
If only I'd been so lucky.
I stared down at the screen, the name Jasmine right there, like a big accusation that I still hadn't deleted her number from my phone.
