Page 3 of Remedy: Love In Scrubs
I damn near spit out my wine. "Kenzie, please tell me you didn't offer yourself up to a married couple."
She twirled a long curl around her finger and gave me a guilty look. "Not yet, but we set it up." She admitted, biting her lip.
"I'm gonna ask you one question, but then we're gonna have to table this discussion. I have a meeting with one of my doctors pertaining to a lawsuit, and I need to be prepared."
"Yeah, yeah! There's always a big case. What's your question?"
"Do you really think having a threesome, with a married couple, is in your best interest?"
I couldn't escape being a counselor to everyone. I was a counselor as an attorney at work and a counselor to my friends in a therapist capacity, with a side of legal advice, making sure they didn't do anything stupid. The only difference in the two hats was that my friends received my pro bono services.
"I don't know! That's why I was here, waiting for you to help calm my nerves and give me some good advice."
"Kenzie, that's a decision you have to make. I cannot do that for you. All I can say is that there's nothing wrong with taking time to think about it. Don't jump into anything."
"I knew you would be able to help," Mackenzie told me, coming around the island and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "I love you, bestie!"
"Always," I told her, turning to kiss her on her cheek in return. I didn't think I helped her, but if she thought so, then hell... I'd take it.
"I'll leave you to it," Mackenzie said. Before she set to leave, she paused and continued, "But Sky, don't work too hard, bestie." Her tone was the reason why I loved her so much. She said it with so much care and concern for my mental health. She truly meant her words. I was thankful for her love and compassion. I wished she had the ability to extend the same to herself.
"I'll try," I told her sincerely. With one last hug, Mackenzie bounced out of my house like she didn't just ask me for advice about a threesome with a married couple. I swear she was a thirty-three-year-old adult, with anxiety and ADHD, and sometimes acted like a teenager. I tried to protect her, but damn, she drove me to drink sometimes.
Speaking of drinking, I thought, looking down at my glass. I downed the contents and looked down studying the empty glass as if I wasn't the one who devoured it.
Yup I needed more,I said to myself while filling the glass back to the top.
As I walked away from the kitchen, I turned back and swiped the entire bottle to take it with me while I worked. By the time I came up for air from the thousand pages of medical records, the bottle was damn near gone. However, I was positive I would be properly prepared for my meeting with Aries.
My focus for the rest of the night would now be dedicated to a long hot bath and hopefully a few good hours of sleep. Before ridding myself of my clothes, I went to my den to check on Coffee Bean. CB was my Eastern Box turtle that I had since I was twelve years old. She was my little bestie. I didn't go outside much because most of my time was always spent on my studies. My dad, my other bestie, bought Coffee Bean as a gift because I had been asking for a pet. He knew I wouldn't go out to walk a dog, and he was allergic to cats, so somehow, he landed on a turtle. I've had her for twenty-three years now, and she had plenty more years left in her.
"Hey, Bean! How was your day?" I asked, looking into her elaborate tank I had installed. She poked her head out of her shell and peeked at me, before going back to minding her business. I guess she was mad that I'd hadn't been in to check on her since I'd been home. "Don't be like that. I have some berries for you."
She poked her head out again and I swore the look she gave me was,bitch you betta had brought me some food. I picked her up, petted her shell for a few minutes, and let her eat some berries out of my hand.
After I felt like her attitude was gone, I put Coffee Bean back, washed my hands, and went on about the rest of my evening. Iwas exhausted, but I knew I would be up at six in the morning to do my Peloton workout. My ass didn’t look this good without a lot of hard work.
I would need my morning ritual, and a lot of prayer to make it through the foreseeable future. As such, I sent up a prayer, asking God to make my meeting with Aries Yerba tomorrow run smoothly, and prayed even further that I can swiftly remedy this medical malpractice suit against him. Even though he was a cocky pain in my ass, like most doctors, I knew that he was a top-tier doctor. Thinking back on everything I knew about Aries, it was simply in his DNA to be a difficult creature. What I knew about him from high school, and the rumors floating around the hospital, I knew being his attorney was going to drive me to consume way more alcohol than I did this evening.
Chapter 3
Aries
"Who the hell canceled my 11:00 AM hip replacement?" I looked around the nurses' station across from the operation board, and no one wanted to make eye contact with me. "Someone start talking!"
"That would be me, Dr. Yerba. So, please stop yelling at the O.R. staff. I would like my focus to be centered on the potential medical malpractice suit you're involved in and not add any H.R. complaints to my workload."
I turned, ready to get with whoever thought they could talk to me out the side of their neck in public, but bit back-and I mean literally bit down on my tongue-the retort that was about to fly. With the mention of my medical malpractice suit, I assumed she was from the legal department. I still didn’t give a damn. No one had authority to cancel my day without consulting me, but I wouldn’t yell at the person whose job it was to get me out of the farse of a lawsuit.
“Who are you?” I asked staring down at her shapely but toned frame. She was gorgeous. That fact couldn’t be denied. Yet, I still didn't like the fact that she took it upon herself to fuck with my schedule. I thrived on cutting. My O.R. was my peace,and after the last few days I’ve had, mending broken bones was my peace.
She let out a little laugh, but it was totally humorless. She even added a little eye roll to let me know she in fact didn’t find anything funny. “I’m Skylar Wise. Your hospital appointed attorney for your medical malpractice lawsuit.”
I heard her name before, and what I knew from my colleagues, the hospital board assigned her to all the high-profile and potentially high-profile cases. So, I knew she had good reason to cancel my schedule. Yet, my ego still wouldn't allow me to completely back down.
"You could have at least sent an e-mail Ms. Wise.”
Her response was pleasant enough, but the delivery. was anything but. "I have conference room 301 booked from noon until. Meet me there in an hour. Bring any records and notes, including handwritten, on Marcus Simpson. Don't be late."
