“That’s all you had to say, man. Jeez.” He snaps his towel and heads back to the locker room.
Jonas sighs. “Everything all right?”
“No.”
He shrugs. “Then find a way to make it all right. We have seven more games to win. That’s all that matters.”
That’s all that matters.
It’s not.
It does matter. Deeply. But it’s notallthat matters.
Fuck.
It’s not a super long flight from Winnipeg back to Buffalo. Just enough time to watch a movie or listen to part of a book.
I spend it brooding.
I know that’s not a good use of my time. I know it doesn’t put me in a good headspace.
When we touch down, I get a distinct feeling that Wilson and I aren’t going to make it these final seven games.
CHAPTER 56
FRANKIE
On Match Day, all of the fourth year students who are on campus gather together for lunch. Some of us are going to get emails confirming that we got one of our top three picks for residency. Others are going to need to re-roll the dice and try to find a residency program through a secondary process.
It’s exciting and stressful and those are not good emotions for my nervous system and the growing uterus inside me.
“Why are you huffing hand sanitizer?” Liz asks.
“It smells good.”
“No it doesn’t.” Sloane shakes her head. “And you’ve never done that before. You’re inhaling it like it’s greasy macaroni and cheese.”
Against my will, my stomach heaves and I have to shove my hands in front of my nose again.
I’m saved from having to explain why I suddenly don’t like the sound of home cooked macaroni by the clock ticking over to noon and email notifications starting to ping.
My phone doesn’t vibrate at first. Ten seconds go by. Twenty. And then a message drops into my inbox.
Francesca Wilson, it is our honor to welcome you to the UCLA Emergency Medicine Residency Program.
I read it over and over again.
Beside me, Sloane bounces in her seat. Liz jumps up and shoves her arms in the air.
“I’m staying here,” I whisper.
I take a screenshot and send it to Logan.
“I’m staying,” I say louder. Then I’m jumping with Liz, and we’re hugging.
“I’m staying too,” she says.
“Me three,” Sloane says, although there wasn’t much question of her matching here. Of course she was. But that we all get to stay…
