Page 17 of Forbidden Love

Of course, her spoiled ass wanted to go shopping. Yeremy didn’t even have to work a day in her life if she didn’t want to. Casper handed her thousands like it was pocket change. Yeremy saw the struggle from me, she never been through it. I wiped my face and forced myself to smile, getting into character mode again.

I texted her yes, because what the fuck else was I supposed to say? I used her and wasn’t no shame in my game about it either. I know the truth, Yeremy tried to act like she was some good girl for Casper’s approval. But I knew better. She ain’t no angel, hercreeping off from the club with Sol proved how I felt about her all this time.

Chapter 10

Yeremy

The trauma room smelled like latex, sweat, metal, and blood from the last patient we just cleared out. I wiped my gloved hands on the thigh of my scrubs, even though they was already streaked with blood. The man on the table wasn’t going to make it if we didn’t move quickly. He came in with multiple stab wounds to his upper abdomen and right side. His pressure kept dropping fast, and he was barely conscious.

Every couple of seconds, his eyes fluttered. I saw the empty look plenty of times, it never got old. It was the look of wanting to hold on for dear life and fight through the temptation to want to let go and be free of pain and suffering. I said a silent prayer for the man and whispered Amen.

“Scissors,” I said, my voice tight but steady.

Dr. Larae Min turned toward me without a word, handing them over. He stood on the other side of the patient, focused and very swift with observation. I learned so much from him, because he always had me hands-on in situations like this. Dr. Larae was the best doctor to work in trauma. He usually didn’t say much beyond the necessities that he needed or the orders he dished out. Tonight it was just him and I working in trauma;we had multiple patients that came in which spread us all thin, leaving just me and Dr. Larae alone.

“You okay to keep pressure on that while I take over?” He asked, nodding his head toward the chest wound.

I nodded my head and leaned over to apply weight carefully. He glanced up at me, and that was the first time out of all the times that I really got a chance to really look at him. His eyes weren’t just green, they were sharp and intense. His skin was warm brown with a golden undertone. Dr. Larae was Black and Asian. A faint scar nicked the edge of his chin which was the only flaw on his face.

I watched Dr. Larae work on the patient quietly until he broke the silence.

“After this, you want to grab dinner since your working overtime?” he asked still focusing on the patient.

“Tonight?” I asked, blinking my eyes up at him.

“Yeah.” He paused to look up at me then back down at the patient.

“Unless you’re too tired,” he added.

Tired didn’t begin to cover how I felt. My feet ached, my back was stiff and in pain. My heart was still in overdrive from the last code blue that didn’t make it. Yet, somehow, I found myself saying…

“Sure.”

Because why the fuck not? I could use something or someone to keep my mind occupied. Dr. Larae quickly glanced back up with a look of shock covering his handsome face. He played it off by raising a brow and smirking.

“Cool.”

We continued working in silence after that. He finished stitching as I continued to apply pressure than adjust the IV flow. The room was dim except for the overhead lights thatburned down on the patient’s pale skin. I refused to let myself think too hard about going out to eat with Dr. Larae.

“His pressure is stabilizing,” I said, as my fingers pressed into the gauze around the chest tube that he inserted minutes ago.

“Good work, Yeremy. He’s fortunate that we moved fast.”

I gave a small shrug, not because I didn’t appreciate the compliment, but because I didn’t want it to mean too much coming from him. Dr. Larae already moved with a lot of confidence, his word proceeded himself and he knew it.

When the patient was finally prepped for transfer to the ICU, we stood in stillness of the aftermath. My fifth pair of gloves were sticky, and I could feel sweat at the back of my neck. Dr. Larae peeled his gloves off with a snap, his eyes cut over toward me.

“You still down for later?” he asked.

“Yes, I could eat but would love to go home and shower first.” I looked at the time on my Apple watch.

It was nearing nine p.m., I was supposed to get off work at six p.m. With a bunch of call offs, I always ended up staying later than I was supposed to.

“You don’t use the staff showers to change before going home?” He asked.

“No, I like being at home, in my personal space to shower and wine down,” I said.

A lot of nurses used the locker room to shower and change out of their scrubs when they ended a shift. Me, personally, I liked my privacy.

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