hey there, delilah│plain white t's
technically, this was started on the 4th of June so that will be the date. Today's event story will be up later, because i need some sleep otherwise i will end up crashing the car in my driving lesson later on through falling asleep at the wheel.
Billie Rogers│Chicago’s Finest
4th June, 2012.
Tying my hair up, I headed over to the surgery board about to check where I was and what I was doing when I heard a snide laugh behind me. Rolling my eyes, I turned to see Carter standing there, arms folded across his chest, leaning against the reception desk, smiling like he was the f-cking Cheshire cat.
“What do you want, Carter?” He laughed again before pushing himself off the desk and pulling himself to full height.
“Oh nothing, I was wondering whether you knew what you had been assigned today?”
“Clearly not, seeing as you have just interrupted me before I got to read it. I’m guessing you are going to tell me, right?”
“Well, let’s just say it’s nothing like the case I got today. You won’t believe what I’ve been given.”
I rolled my eyes again, a habit whenever I was around the bullsh-tter that was Carter Hill. “Enlighten me.”
“I got the Barton case.” Now I understood why he was acting smugly and I wanted nothing more than to wipe his infuriating smirk off his face with my fist. All of us residents had wanted the Barton case when we first saw it wrote on the board. To have the Barton case, was the chance to perform some rare surgery. How Hill had managed to secure it, I would never know.
“How the f-ck did you manage that? You can’t operate for sh-t. Last time you operated, I saved your ass.” He scowled for a second before the smirk returned.
“Well obviously I’m a lot better in surgery than you.” He was about to continue when his pager bleeped. “Oh, got to go, my patient’s waiting for me.” He gave me one last smirk over his shoulder before disappearing around the corner.
“F-cking d-ck, I hate him.” I muttered, my attention back to the surgery board where I was with a patient called Mr Morrison.
“You talking about Hill?” Shannon Drake, another resident came to stand beside me.
“Who else is a major d-ck around here, apart from Dr Matthews?” She laughed.
“Very true. He tell you over the Barton case?” I nodded.
“He couldn’t wait to rub that one in my face. He was waiting here when I arrived. Smug b-stard. Now, I don’t want anything to happen to the patient but my god, I would love it if he f-cked up something, just to rub it in.”
Shannon laughed again. “I think we’re all thinking the same. The guys have a bet on how long it takes for him to get kicked off the case.” I raised my eyebrow.
“And they did this without asking me? I need to find one of them and place my bet, quickly because he won’t be on that case long.”
“Dr Rogers, Mr Morrison is waiting for you.” I turned to see Jack looking unimpressed. I rolled my eyes at Shannon before walking away from the board.
“On my way.”
Taking a seat in the cafeteria, I stretched a little before opening my bottle of water, taking a sip. But before it had even reached my mouth, the bottle of water was flung across the room and landing with a thud on the floor, catching everyone’s attention.
“You happy now, b-tch? The Barton case is a sham! The operation was never happening. But I bet you already knew that, didn’t you?” I looked up to see Carter, his face a deep red colour and angry scowl which seemed to be directed solely at me.
“What the f-ck Hill?” I stood up, squaring up to him. “You wanna explain?”
He didn’t. Instead he pushed me right into the table awkwardly. Falling to the floor, I managed to bang my head but I got up again. No man pushes me around. Ever. I flung myself at him, my fists laying into any part of his body I could reach but I was quickly pulled away by strong arms, who carried me out of the cafeteria.
“Get off me. Let me kill the f-cker.” I shouted but I wasn’t put down until I was placed in one of the private rooms off the ward.
“Sit down and cool down.” I sat down on the bed and looked at Jack, who had been the one to carry me away from Carter.
“You should have let me rough the f-cker up! Why did you stop me?” He said nothing, instead he came over with some gauze and a syringe, putting them on the table beside me.
“I stopped because if I’d let you attack him, you would be getting suspended right now.”
“But it was self defence!”
“I know it was, but anymore fists to his face and it wouldn’t have been because he would be the one defenceless against you.” He smiled a little and I couldn’t help but agree.
“Plus, I didn’t want to lose one of my residents this early on. Now hold still, this is gonna sting.” I nodded and gripped the edge of the bed tightly as he cleaned my cut. Two minutes later, he was done. “There, you’re all patched up.”
I smiled grimly. “Thanks. Suppose I better go face the chief.” He nodded. It was then I realised how close he was to me.
“This reminds me of the other night.” I looked at him confused.
“The other night?”
He backed up, a look on his face I couldn’t work out. Disappointment, maybe?
“Yes, the other night. Outside your apartment. I took you home.”
I shook my head. “Nothing springs to mind. What happened, anyway?” He sighed but told me anyway.
“I saw you at a bus stop and seeing how drunk you were, I took you home.”
He cleared his throat and began tidying. “Yes, that’s it.”
I frowned slightly but shrugged it off. It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t remember anything from that night. Well, technically it was but I wasn’t too bothered about technicalities. And it wasn’t like there was anything to remember.
“Can I go now? Chief will want to see me.”
“Yeah, you can go.” I jumped off the bed.
“Thanks.” He gave me a forced smile as I left. However, I didn’t have time to work out why as I heard a booming voice shout my name.
“BELINDA!” I cringed at the use of my birth name and looked to see the Chief standing at the end of the ward, a fierce look on his features. “MY OFFICE, NOW!” I put my head down and followed him to his office, dreading the conversation that was about to happen.
“How did it go?” I was just about to walk out of the hospital when I saw Shannon standing by reception. Walking over to her, I shrugged.
“Well, I’m not suspended over it. But Chief told me one more outburst and I’ll be out of here like a shot. He was quite lenient with me. I mean, when he first had me in his office, he was angry. But then I saw him later on and he was a lot calmer, telling me I needed to be less impulsive.
Shannon smiled. “Well that will be Lover Boy’s input. He spoke to the Chief after you had your meeting with him.
Shannon rolled her eyes. “There is no need to act coy, Billie. I’m the only one who has figured it out.” I frowned at her. “I have no id-“
She cut me off. “Oh just go home, I didn’t expect you to admit it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I nodded and took her advice. Leaving the hospital, I flagged down a taxi, not in the mood to wait for a bus tonight. I was still wondering who the hell Lover Boy was meant to be. For once, I hadn’t slept with any of my colleagues so I was coming up blank. My mind was brought back to reality by my phone bleeping. Pulling it out of my pocket, I frowned as I saw the message off Shannon.
“Your secret’s safe with me. S x”
What the f-ck was she on about?