Page 106 of Dr. Attending

Hello???

Do you even love me?

I shake my head because I’m at a loss for words. While she’s right that I’m not busy, I was hoping to catch up on a few things at my apartment before I start my first clerkship block tomorrow. But because I’m a great friend, and I know she’s not going to let this go, I give in.

Fine.

I’ll see you soon.

***

The security at Midtown Memorial is virtually nonexistent if you’re wearing scrubs, which Morgan reminded me about before I left. All I had to do was walk through the ER entrance in my navy Figs and nobody even looked twice or asked to see my badge.

I pick up my phone to call Morgan, but have to stop to do a double-take as I pass the triage desk. The area around me issilent, so there must be a mid-morning lull, but I swear I just saw my sister walk into one of the bays.

“Claire?”

She’s in her third semester of nursing school now, and even though she’s on her pediatric rotation, she still works at the hospital as a tech when she has spare time. I think it’s less about her enjoyment of the emergency room, and more about the fact that it allows her to see her boyfriend.

Which is why I’m not at all surprised when I open the swinging turquoise curtain and find them making out.

I cough to get their attention.

“Shouldn’t you be playing with bones or something?” I ask, arching my brow at Beau.

He pulls back and gives me a sheepish grin. “I’m kind of in the process of convincing your sister to play with one . . . if you know what I mean.”

Claire slaps her hand against his broad chest. “Boner Beau,” she exclaims. “That’s such a good one.”

Her icy-blue eyes drag to mine, and she smirks like she’s holding back a secret. “Fancy seeing you here, little sis.”

I let out an exasperated sigh.

“Yeah, well, Morg asked me to bring her something for her nausea, because apparently modern medicine isn’t good enough,” I explain, holding up the plastic bag for emphasis. “Have you seen her?”

Morgan’s pickup order also contained cheese puffs and Blue Gatorade Zero, so I definitely have no concerns about her stomach anymore, but I might as well deliver her the food since I came all this way.

“I think she’s in the charge nurse office around the corner.” My sister nudges Beau as he’s checking his pager. “Right, big boy?”

He glances up and nods his head overzealously.

“Oh yeah,” he chuckles, his voice almost teasing. “She’sdefinitelyin the charge nurse office.”

“Uh, okay . . . thanks.”

I turn to leave them to . . . whatever they were getting into. But before I can make it two steps, I hear the sound of giggles and pause to backtrack.

My eyes land on the two stooges rolling their lips suspiciously, their chests shaking with suppressed amusement.

“What?” I ask, trying to figure out what could be so hilarious about Morgan being in the charge nurse office. “Is she bossing around more people today than just me?”

I feel like I remember Morgan telling me at one point that she never wanted to work in nursing administration, but she talks out of her ass so often that it’s hard to know what’s true. She just kind of does whatever she wants to do while somehow making it all look so easy.

“No . . .” Claire giggles into her palm. “Well, yes, but that’s not why—”

Beau pulls her close and mutters something into her ear that makes her blush.

“Sorry, Sis.” He shrugs his broad shoulders. “We can’t say anything else. Can we, pretty girl?”

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