I turn around, the chief surgeon has walked to stand behind me.
“I love that I’m able to help,” I express happily.
“Hm, Doctor Garrett said so much about you. And you are just the way he described you,” he taps my shoulder.
“Oh, thank you,” I smile excitedly.
He gives me an approving nod before making a move to walk away.
“Oh, Doctor Newman.”
“Yes, Sir?” I turn around to face him.
“That man, the one with the leg sprain; are you two in a relationship? I’m sorry if I’m meddling in your personal life. It’s just I’ve always wondered who his partner is. He’s such a great man.” Doctor Albert flashes me a slight smile.
“Ah, well, we are not. I’m not his partner, I…” I choke a small, shy smile.
“Oh? I’m sorry. I guess I misinterpreted the way he looks at you and how you look at him. Ah, my bad,” he apologizes again before walking away.
A small laugh slips from my lips. Why does everyone keep thinking we are in a relationship? And how does Wayne look at me?
I twist my head from left to right before walking to the staff room. The truth is I don’t mind dating him, and I’ll be so glad if he feels the same way too.
Seven
Wayne
Sarah is different, and I like her. I really do. She’s almost the first person that’s told me living in the mountain is ‘beautiful’.
She’s usually occupied that the only time I get to see her is when she comes to dress my wound. I hate that my leg is healing so fast. I’ll be discharged tomorrow, which means I might not see her again except I return to this hospital.
I want to continue seeing her. I enjoy watching her work. Every single thing that she does makes me fall for her again. She’s beautiful inside out.
I'm sure she does not see me the same way I see her. She has a man already. It’s sad to think what I have for her is one-sided. I’m sure it’s going to die soon, but for now, I’ll savor it. I’ve never had a crush on a lady my whole life. It’s my first time, but I can’t tell her. I don’t want her to think I’m a creep.
“Where is the guardian of the patient in the operation room? Is she here?”
Sarah walks inside the emergency room. It’s the first time I’m seeing her today. One of the nurses dressed my wound this morning. She’s busy, and I understand it.
“She’s there,” another doctor points toward the entrance.
“Oh, okay. Thank you,” Sarah walks outside again.
I heave a loud sigh. I want her to talk to me, I miss her smile.
“Hey…”
I look up slowly, it’s that nurse again. A smirk forms on my face as I wait for her to blab her nonsense again.
“You might think I’m blabbing nonsense, but I know what I’m saying,” she looks around like a thief who’s about to steal. Cupping her right hand beside her mouth, she says, “She likes you,” in a quiet tone.
“Are you usually less busy or what? Don’t you have anything to do?” I raise my brows at her, irritated.
“Oh, come on, you should be thankful that I’m telling you this,” her eyeballs roll.
“Why should I be thankful? You don’t even know what you are saying,” I fold my arms against my chest.
“Oh, I guess I have to say it,” she scoffs.
