soundtrack:i and love and you by the avett brothers
margaret hastings: viva la vida
4 JULY 2012 [WEDNESDAY] time: pretty much all day location: the beach attire: red, white and blue event: Happy Fourth of July! We’re sure you remember the patriotic day- barbeque in the afternoon, party at the Conrad’s in the evening, and spending the night watching the fireworks over the bay.
"Hello I'm Margaret Hastings, you're temporary surgery resident from U of M," I introduced myself to the tired looking woman from HR.
"It's a holiday for gods sake, everywhere else is closed," the woman mumbled, more for herself than me I assumed.
While the woman behind the desk was obviously distraught with the thought that she'd was being forced to work on a holiday, I welcomed the distraction.
My mother was still sour about what I'd said to her last night, and wasn't much fun to be around. Desperate, I called my aunt Amelia for a distraction. She promised she'd be on the next flight available.
Honestly, my mother wasn't even the biggest pain in my a-ss. After my run-in with Luke last night, he hadn't left my thoughts.
I knew it wasn't fair, I had left him after all, but I missed him, and all the potential we had together. For gods sake, if I'd said yes Mason would be my kid.
The woman behind the desk coughed, irritated by my daydreaming. Hastily, I grabbed my I.D card and hurried out to the residents lounge.
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Glancing at my watch, the hands mocked me with the glacial pace they were moving at. I was only three hours into my twelve hour shift, and completely bored out of my mind.
Somehow I'd ended up in the E.R., despite the fact that I'm a surgical resident. Something about the fact that there were no elective procedures today and I may as well use my medical skills where they were needed.
Needless to say, the E.R. residents weren't exactly pleased about me encroaching on their territory, and were more than happy to let me sit while they actually practiced medicine.
With one more glance around the room, I decided to make the best of my time and find a nice quiet on-call room to sleep in.
"Can't you just give him something, obviously he won't sit still he isn't even two," a woman behind curtain three screeched.
Within seconds, the curtain swung open, a young doctor flying out of it. "She's all yours," he pointed to the swinging curtain he'd just left before storming out into the hall.
"Great," I groaned before quickly washing my hands and slipping on a pair of gloves. "Hello miss, I'm Margaret Hastings, can you tell me what brings you into the E.R. today?"
"What happened to the other doctor? I swear, healthcare these days, I hate it. Whatever, it's my son, my dumba-ss brother was lighting sparklers and left one on the bench and of course Mason had to grab it, burning his had," she rambled, smacking her gum all the while.
The blood drained from my face, my mind spinning. That's why the woman looked so familiar, it was Alyssa. Alyssa, Luke's ex-wife. Alyssa, Mason's mother. Oh my god, Mason.
There he sat, his big brown eyes filled with tears. He held his right hand close to his chest, closed tightly in a fist.
Glancing at his chart, I moved closer to the bed to examine him.
His smile brought warmth to my heart, he'd remembered me. "Hi there sweetheart, lemme just see you hand," I cooed, gingerly reaching for his hand.
The pressure caused Mason to burst into his tears, the return of his crying causing Alyssa to look up from the blackberry she'd been texting on non-stop.
"For god's sake, give him some damn painkillers so he'll stop crying," she huffed, returning to typing on her phone.
Rolling my eyes, I attempted to soothe Mason while also preparing a syringe with some narcotics.
"You're alright," I told him, trying my best to give him the shot quickly.
"Could you come hold your son? This shot isn't going to feel all the nice," I called for Alyssa, who motioned to me that she was on the phone, and stepped out of the curtain.
My heart broke as Mason cried for his mother, the shot obviously causing him pain. Thankfully it did it's job, and Mason seemed much more comfortable.
"Well," Alyssa snapped as she stormed back in from outside.
"You're lucky, the burn was mostly superficial. I'll do a quick debridement, dress the wound and he'll be fine. I'll write you a prescription for some oral pain medication you can give him if needed," I explained, straining to keep my voice even.
"Just do it quickly, there are people at my house," and with that she left again, phone glued to her ear.
"Alright Mase, let's get you all fixed up," he gurgled in response.
For a baby, he was quite the easy patient. After giving him a local anthestetic he giggled and played with some blocks I'd rounded up from peds.
"Alyssa, what happened?" I heard Luke's concerned voice from outside the curtain, my heart inevitably beating faster.
I strained to hear what they were saying while continuing to work on Mason.
"Mason?" Luke burst through the curtain, his face filled with concern. He was dressed in khaki shorts and a navy blue polo, his arms tanned from the sun.
"Da-da," Mason cooed, waving to him with his good arm.
"He's almost almost done, he's been such a good little patient, haven't you been?" I smiled down at the giggling Mason.
"Thank you for taking such good care of him," Luke reached out and touched my arm. His touch sent tingles down my spine, my face flushing. Embarrassed, I quickly moved my arm away.
"Now that you're hear, I'm going to head out. I've got a party to get back too," Alysaa snatched up her purse and headed for the exit.
"I'm sorry about her," Luke apologized, smoothing down Mason's hair.
Shrugging, I secured the last piece of gauze and gathered Mason in my arms.
"Usually I'd keep him here for a couple of hours but since his dad's a doctor I think I can make an exception," I smiled, handing him the discharge papers.
"He likes you," Luke smiled, looking up from his discharge papers.
"The feeling is mutual," I kissed Mason's cheek.
"So, I was thinking about heading down to the fireworks with this little guy, will we see you there?" Luke asked, reaching for Mason.
Blushing, I shook my head. "Twelve hour shift," I sighed.
Luke's smile fell an inch, but quickly recovered. "Shame," he murmured, his hand grazed mine as he handed me the clipboard.
"What about the clambake on Friday?" I blurted.
Smiling slightly, he shifted his weight. "I was thinking about it, but now I think we'll come."
Peeling off my gloves, I grabbed Mason's chart and walked to leave.
"Friday?" Luke asked, his dark eyes shining.
"Friday." I nodded.
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