Meg headed back upstairs, and Layla and I managed to finish everything on our plates.
“I don’t even know if I have enough room for dessert.” Layla stood and stretched her arms over her head. “If I eat any more, I’m not going to be able to work.”
“I’ll pack up a plate for both of you. Can’t have you guys stuffed to the gills and unable to move when you’re supposed to be saving lives.” Greta grabbed our plates and tossed them in the garbage nearby. “I’ll mosey on down later if that’s okay.”
Hand-delivered dessert? I was more than okay with that.
“I’ll look forward to it. We have a break again in a couple of hours, and I should be hungry again for some of that pie I saw.” My pager vibrated, and I pulled it out. “Even if we wanted dessert, we don’t have time for it.”
Layla groaned. “I’m telling you; this is going to be my last shift in the ER. I can’t handle all of this craziness. Don’t even tell me what is going on.” Layla ran her fingers through her hair. “I like to walk into trainwrecks without knowing what I’m in for.”
“No problem,” I chuckled. “We’ll see you later. Let me know how Easy is doing.”
Greta gave a small salute. “Will do, Doc.”
“I like them,” Layla sighed when the elevator doors shut and we were alone.
“Yeah?” I asked.
She nodded and leaned against the metal wall. “Yeah. They’re nice, make amazing food, and the two guys were not hard to look at.”
I rolled my eyes and punched the button for the ER. “I’m pretty sure at least one of those guys is spoken for.”
“Please say it’s not Snapper.” Layla fanned her face. “He was hot.”
“When I was treating Kerry, Zag was in there with his girlfriend.” Kerry had come into the ER before Easy had passed out and was the reason the club had been in the hospital.
“Oh,” Layla nodded. “I kind of forgot about her after Easy hit the floor and things went crazy.” She pointed at me and frowned. “Another reason why I am not working the ER again.”
The doors slid open, and we stepped out. “How are you going to pad your savings account if you’re not picking up shifts?”
“Girl, put me up with the babies, okay? I can handle those little nuggets better than I can all the drama down here. I will gladly be your nurse up there.”
I scanned my card and pushed open the door to the ER. “Well, hold on to your hat, Layla, because the drama paged me five minutes ago. Chainsaw to the leg.”
“No,” Layla moaned.
Layla may hate working in the ER, but I loved it.
You rarely saw the same thing twice in a shift, and you were always on the go.
It was amazing.
Chapter Six
Easy
“WHAT’S WRONG?” MOM asked.
What was wrong? I just had brain surgery yesterday, a tumor removed, and now I was blind. Couldn’t see a fucking thing.
I thought getting the tumor removed was going to fix everything and give me answers I needed, but nope. My head shouldn’t be pounding like a fucking freight train was going through it, and I should be able to see my hand in front of my face.
All I had was pain and blindness. And I still didn’t know if it was cancer or not.
That could take at least two days, if not longer.
“I can’t fucking see, Ma,” I grunted.
