“Oh, I see,” I nod simultaneously. I’m sure I haven’t seen her around before.
“What were you doing there so early?” she asks me.
“I was gathering woods—”
“You should have gathered enough woods earlier. It’s dangerous – going there after the heavy rain. I expect you to know better,” she casts me a concerned look.
I turn to face her, a small smile playing on my lips. She sounds so concerned, and it’s not because she has to be as a doctor. Most doctors won’t sit you down to tell you what you should and what you should not do.
“What’s your name?” I ask her.
“Does that even matter right now?” she smirks.
“Yes, it does,” I respond.
“Mm, I’m Sarah, Sarah Newman.”
“Wayne Tucker.”
“Dorh! I know that already. You have a record here,” she looks at me before standing up. “You should rest. We will have to admit you here for a day or two. Then you can go home once your leg is okay,” she pats my leg gently.
“Thank you, Sarah,”
She smiles again before nodding. I watch her as she walks out of the emergency room. She looks even more stunning in her doctor's uniform.
“I think she likes you,” one of the nurses I see around every time I come here, whispers.
My face breaks into a confused look. “Huh? Likes me?”
What’s she even saying? I don’t know her, and Sarah has a man already – the one I saw with her at the supermarket.
“She was so worried when Coleman brought you in this morning.” the nurse continues.
“Well, isn’t that the doctor’s duty? Worrying when a wounded patient is rushed in. I don’t get you.” I frown at her.
“Ugh! Never mind!” she waves me aside before hurrying out of the emergency room.
I scoff irritated, I’ve noticed that nurse is a busybody. She’s usually saying weird and irrelevant things. How would you just say she likes me because she was worried when Coleman brought me in injured this morning? So, was she supposed to be happy and glad about a wounded patient coming into the hospital? I fail to understand her point. And oh, Coleman brought me here? A small laugh escapes from my lips. I owe him so many thanks for not letting me die in the wilderness all by myself.
Sarah and some other doctors rush a bleeding patient inside the emergency room. I watch her as she examines and plays her doctor’s role – saving the dying patient.
The look on her face carries a big weight of worry as well. Exactly, she’s going to look worried when a patient is rushed in. That’s normal, I need that nurse to give me a more accurate proof as to why she thinks Sarah likes me. I’m not having that her point of she was so worried when I was rushed in this morning. I want her to be more detailed about it.
“Hey,” I flag the nurse down when she walks back inside.
“Yes, do you need anything?”
“Can you be more detailed about why you think that doctor likes me?” I point towards Sarah.
“Ah! Why do you seem so interested? If you want to know, then ask her. I’m busy,” she scoffs loudly before turning her attention away from me.
She’s so awkward, why would she say something that she’s not even sure of? A small frown forms on my face, and I wish I could kick her right now; for making me think Sarah actually likes me. But I can’t, I’ve sprained my leg.
Six
Sarah
Fate has its own unique way of working.
