I’m very good at ignoring the little pulse of sadness that happens every time Sloane mentions her dad, which is…often. Her father is an attending, a trauma surgeon who is on the faculty of the medical school, too.
And he bought her a cute little house in Culver City so she’s not far from campus but also has some freedom from where her parents live in Beverly Hills.
A cute little house Liz and I get to live in at below market rental rates.
Sloane’s parents are genuinely amazing people.
I’m not jealous at all.
Not even a little bit. I’m more mature than that. I’m so, so mature?—
“Wilson!”
I whirl away and wave at Dr. Hameshi.
“Gotta go, have a good lunch,” I toss back at Sloane over my shoulder.
And maybe I’m still thinking about that little interaction, and how I’m not at all jealous, at the end of the day when Dr. Chen seeks me out and asks me how my day was.
Because I don’t need my parents to support my career. I have no end of options for strong mentors in my own field.
“It was really interesting,” I say earnestly. “I learned a lot from Dr. Hameshi and it was a privilege to observe you in the OR.”
“Rounds again tomorrow,” she says. “Then we have a clinic day. Different pace.”
“I’m up for it. I’m up for anything,” I promise.
She smiles. “You’ll do just fine on this rotation, Wilson. You’re a smart girl. I like that a lot.”
And belatedly, I realize the dull ache in my chest isn’t about wishing my parents would say things like that, although that’s always a small burr.
This regret is fresher.
The last person to make me feel capable and seen was…Logan.
Ah crap.
I try to mentally slam that door shut.
I don’t want to think about how the booze made him super interested in me, or how that endless fascination spiralled effortlessly to physical worship.
One of these days I’m going to put the New Year’s Eve memory in a box and lock it away forever. Today is apparently not that day. Not yet.
“Thank you, Dr. Chen,” I manage.
I’m going to have to find a way to double, triple down on work this week. Because working as part of a team to heal people is my life, my future.
And it has absolutely no room in it for the memory of a hockey player with an easy going smile, of secret wedding vows that were fuelled by a lot of champagne bubbles and birthday wishes that got out of hand.
MEN’S HOCKEY NEWS: THE SCOREBOARD RECAP
Granger Bounces Back in Vegas, But Buffalo Inconsistency Continues in Afternoon Loss to San Jose
January 3— The roller coaster season for Buffalo continues. Veteran forward Logan Granger returning to the lineup helped for one game before the team reverted to form in a disappointing follow-up performance this afternoon.
Granger looked like a completely different player in his return to the ice on New Year’s Day in Las Vegas. The 30-year-old recorded two primary assists in the 3-2 victory in Sin City, including a highlight-reel feed to linemate Cooper Bernhardt for the game winning goal.
“Lego was seeing the ice tonight, making plays,” Bernhardt said after the game. “When he’s on like that, he makes everyone around him better.”
