Page 2 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
As soon as I stepped into my office and logged onto my email, dread took over, and I immediately knew my feelings when I left my house would be doused for the foreseeable future.
The coming months wouldn't be anything but drama.
"Fuck!" I yelled into the empty space.
Chapter 2
Skylar
"Hey, Skylar. This packet came today. It looks like it's an intent to file a medical malpractice suit against Dr. Yerba."
I leaned back in my office chair and accepted the huge packet Leslie, my assistant, handed me.
Great. Just what I needed, I thought.
Dr. Aries Yerba was a man whose arrogance was just as tall as his six-foot-five-inch height, and as wide as his football-shaped frame. I swear if I wasn't well informed of his talents and skills as an orthopedic surgeon, he could definitely be mistaken for a professional football player.
I knew better though. Dr. Yerba may have a strict gym routine to keep his body looking the way it did, but he would never endanger his hands with professional sports. He lived for operating. He also rarely made mistakes, so I was curious to know what alleged malpractice an ambulance chaser attorney was trying to pin on him.
As much of an arrogant pain in the ass Aries was, I would defend him with every skill I had to get the claims thrown out or settled for as little as possible with a gag order in place surrounding details.
"Thanks, Leslie. Did you scan the documents in the system?"
"Of course. I just didn't want an email to get lost in your already flooded inbox."
"I appreciate you!"
Leslie left my office, and I took a few minutes to read through the cover letter. I would look through the records digitally so I could highlight and tab my notes. I wanted to go through every piece of material on the patient, the procedure, and possible negligence before scheduling a meeting with Aries. I took three minutes to breathe and meditate because I was going to have to use all the calming energy I could muster to deal with that man... on top of my already heavy case load.
Ahh, the life of an attorney.
After five hours of studying the Aries Yerba file, and calling down to records to have the entire medical record file saved to my work dashboard, I was ready to call it a night. Even though that simply meant me going home to curl up on my couch with a glass of wine and my iPad to study the file some more. At least my wine would keep me company.
My plan was to work and drink through a quiet evening. With that in mind, I packed up my bag and looked forward to heading to my quaint little cabin style single family home. It fit so well with the Colorado atmosphere. Loved my home, my town, and the environment I've surrounded myself in.
When I arrived home, I saw my bestie's car sitting in my driveway, and thoughts of a quiet night working were quickly dashed. I knew Mackenzie was already in my kitchen, waiting on me for whatever reason. When I entered the kitchen through the side door that led out into the garage, Mackenzie was sitting at my island with a glass of wine in her hand, and another one, full to the brim, waiting for me.
"Well, at least there will still be wine," I muttered, fully accepting the fact that I was probably done working for the night.
"Hey, bestie! I'm going to ignore that sour look on your face and pretend that you aren't annoyed by the sight of me because you love me, and you would never be annoyed by your bestie."
Rolling my eyes, I let out a huff and walked over to pick up the waiting wine glass.
"Hi, Mackenzie. What world-ending event happened to lead you to use your emergency key?"
"Don't judge me. I have bad nerves."
More like an anxiety disorder that she refused to get diagnosed, but she wasn't ready to acknowledge that yet, so I supported her without trying to dictate how she should live her life.
"Okay, your nerves are bad. What happened?"
"So, there's this guy, right!"
I sighed because there was always a guy, but I didn't have time for a therapy session. I would really prefer to focus on work. Hoping that playing along would help get the story out faster, I asked. "He cute?"
That would be the first thing she'd want to focus on.
"He looks so damn good! But we already know any guy who gets my attention is going to look good. That's not what have my nerves bad. That would be the fact that he and his wife both look good and have approached me for a threesome."
