"Stop Jake.."
The girl said in between chuckles, playfully shoving the man in front of her.
Her whole body language screamed seductive, leaning against the car, chin down she clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth as he wrapped his arms around her.
He was leaning into her slowly, tentatively and the girl smiled, she wrapped her hand seductively around his neck, her fingers digging into in his head, and in seconds they were kissing.
It truly was an artic night.
The alleyway where Dr. Hiro Holmes - the rightful boyfriend of the woman - stood was cold and dark, much like his soul. The weather was cool, with a slight wind that caused him to shiver as it bit through his clothes down to his bones.
He fought back the tears welled up in his eyes, hoping to be set free. Much like himself. He wanted to run, forget everyone, to leave everything behind, yet he stood amidst the light poles, each with different blinding colours, and watched.
Watched as his girlfriend made out with a certain friend of his. He wanted to strangle them both; maybe beat them to death, leaving them to rot. He couldn't bring himself to move at all though, or was his body just not responding to him? Whatever it was, he remained motionless, watching the horrid scene play out before him. He felt nauseous, disgusted even but held himself from doing something he'd regret later on.
He wanted so badly to walk over there and hit them.
But however, after some time his rage slowly subsided and he decided to leave the two, cursing at his foolishness.
Walking towards his rented SUV he had parked earlier, he managed to bring himself to turn around, and look at the happy couple, as they "graced" everyone with their presence, especially him.
He scoffed.
It took a while to find the right key before he opened the car door, taking a deep breath, as his leg made contact with the throttle. Suddenly his vision had started to blur. He shook his head and took another deep breath before turning on the car, revving it a few times, and driving off wildly.
He exhaled as he recklessly overtook a car. Without warning another car emerged out of nowhere from a side street. About to collide, he swerved out of the way, nearly colliding with a moving car at his right, his bumper nearly ripping off the woman's side mirror.
That was close,
He thought to himself.
In a split second, everything could've changed, he could've been in a stretcher, being taken one of those famous Coventry hospitals.
He took a deep breath before releasing his strong grip on the steering along with the tension he felt.
He was already twenty yards away before he realized he had left his phone behind. Turning on his trafficator, he made a sharp U-turn and sped back.
But it was too late, by the time he got there it was nowhere to be found. Obviously, his phone had been stolen. He would have to make a mental note to buy a new one after work. He sighed. How had he gotten so used to Coventry's ever bustling and treacherous life so easily?
He did not answer the mental question as he walked back to his vehicle, instead he worried what would happen when he would be forced to see his girlfriend and "friend" Jake who both worked in the same hospital he worked in. Hopefully, he'd not strangle them both with the bedding from the wards.
Unfortunately, he couldn't take a day off, no, he would only worsen his situation. He had a very bad attendance record as is, and an off day added to that, would definitely provoke them to dismiss him entirely. So the question was; Would he be able to act normal, like he never saw anything?; Definitely not. He could only do his possible best to avoid them, he decided while retreating back to his car.
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Dr. Hiro, now in doctor garb, muttered profanities as he walked with the hospital director to room 189, where his so called friend, Jake awaited. He got a strange look from the man but surprisingly nothing else.
Good,
The nineteen year old thought.
It turned out he was assigned to attend to the same patient Jake was assigned to, which made him wonder whether he was cursed
- A cheating girlfriend, a stolen phone, now this -
What a day,
He thought.
He had finally reached the door, the man briefed him on the patients condition, what to do and so on, before walking away, leaving Dr. Hiro to his impending fate. He hesitated. He didn't want to, but he had to. Mustering up the courage to twist the door knob but it was anti-climatic as it was suddenly opened for him.
Dr. Hiro was pissed.
It was already bad enough that he knew the man stole his girlfriend, but now embarrassing himself by falling face flat on the floor?
He was definitely cursed.
He tried his possible best to ignore the doctor. Every now and then, the man would try to start up a conversation, which he would quickly end. After a few hours, his ex burst through the door, startling him. She was screaming hysterically about something he couldn't quite make out until the last minute.
"We have a situation, a patient is dying!"
Great, so, so great, he thought sarcastically.
He tuned her out. He didn't need any extra problems. The fact he even saw her was bad enough, he didn't want anything to do with her or her new boyfriend; but even with all those reasons, his conscience still screamed at him, telling him one obvious fact.
It wasn't about his girlfriend or about his friend; it was a patients life at stake. He couldn't just sit back and leave a patient to die.
He let a barely audible groan escape from his lips, and forced himself to listen.
"It's serious, the doctors are in a panic"
He sighed. "What the situation?"
"He's suffering from leukaemia, he was lying down in his hospital room, and then he just started shaking and the- then.....
She stopped, defeated. She didn't have to continue though, he already knew what was next, the doctors panicked, and then she rushed here.
"He's losing oxygen,"
She murmured
Slowly, his earlier controlled facade was plummeting, and fear began to seep into his bones.
He stood up.
What the hell were the doctors doing?
He thought, trying to keep his cool.
Be calm, don't jump to conclusions,
He told himself.
To be honest, the news had hit him like a thousand thunderbolts. He wanted to run to the room. But he knew he couldn't do anything, unless assigned to by the medical director. He was so frustrated.
Get a grip!
He told himself, leaning against the wall for support.
"Is he at least stable?"
He asked.
"N-" She hesitated
"What?" He demanded, very impatient now.
"No," She spluttered.
'The doctors...' She paused.
"They..."
Another pause.
"They don't know what to do,"
Adrenaline rushed through his veins.
What the fucking hell!
Didn't they study medicine?!
He thought, as he raked his hand through his hair.
He had no choice, he had to ask.
"Where is the room?"
She didn't answer, looking at him like he was crazy.
"Where?"
"You're actually sacrificing your job for a-"
"For God's fucking sake, where is it?!" He screamed, cutting her off.
He didn't have time to deal with her, after all, if she didn't want his help why would she come here?
"In room 89, by your left,"
Just like that, her whole demeanor had changed. Her look of concern had twisted into a look of disgust. Her recently wide eyes were now narrowed, and her clenched fist had been unclenched. In conclusion; any feelings she had for him before had been completely killed.
He looked at her on more time, before running for the door, ignoring her murmurs as he passed her.
"Hope you get fired."
He snorted.
Running out the door, he noticed the hallways were empty - How ironic - He quickened his pace, running through hallways at the speed of light.
His eyes darted around looking for the figure 89 on the room doors as he ran. Until finally he saw it, the figures carved smartly into the door. R - 89.
He stood in front of it for a second, rethinking what he was doing. He could just turn around and head back, nobody will ever know, after all nobody cares to check the cameras lately. Suddenly a sense of assurance came over him, kicking out the doubt.
Taking a deep breath, he kicked the door open startling the panicked doctor.
He pushed the man aside, ignoring his murmors of disapproval, and started to work.
He tried his best to keep the patient alive, doing whatever necessary. When the patient was finally stable, he gave him a sedative to keep him asleep for the next few hours, until he can be operated on. It was then he realized he had been holding his breath.
He exhaled deeply, trying to ease of the tension.
He had just done the right thing,
He thought, taking another deep breath.
A sense of peace washed over him until he looked back at the red faced doctor; he couldn't blame him for being angry; and realized he had just really F-U-C-K-E-D up. It was already bad enough that he had a horrid attendance record, but now this?! He was in big trouble.
He was probably getting a demotion, which really stung, considering the fact that he worked so hard just to get the promotion. He walked out the door, banging it hard and followed the same path back to where he was, only this time he wasn't running. Later on he had received news from the doctors working with him. He was being called for by the medical doctor.
Yup, I'm getting demoted,
He thought, while making his way to the man's office, when he got there he was told to have a seat, for they were going to have a long "chat".
A very long chat it was.