Page 43 of Wreckage of Us
Becca
“Becca,”Morgan calls my name as soon as I walk up to the nurses’ station after Dylan dropped me off at work as he’s been doing for a while now, same thing every day I have to work. “Claire Peters is in again. Her mom was hoping you could pop in and say hi. Claire loves you,” Morgan gives me a rare gentle smile.
“Oh,” I have a hard time returning it. “Does she have to spend the night?”
“I’m afraid so,” Morgan looks away and starts typing something on her computer. “How are things with you?” she surprises me when she asks.
I feel like I have such a weird relationship with my boss. We’re not friends by any stretch of the imagination, but we’ve been friendly ever since Oliver embarrassed me right on this floor when he thought I was trying to trap him into fatherhood.
“They’re okay,” I now tell her as I unlock the computer with my fingerprint.
“How are you feeling?” she eyes me cautiously.
“I feel okay.” I know I’m just repeating the same thing, but I feel so uncomfortable all of a sudden, and I worry that she’ll ask me about Dylan, and, worse yet, that I’ll spill every gory detail to her.
“I’m sorry for sticking my nose where it doesn’t belong,” she finally rolls her chair to look at me.
“It’s okay,” I wave her off and smile awkwardly.
“I happened to hear Emily talking this morning,” she’s on a mission now. “She mentioned that you’ve been missing classes.”
I literally feel like I lied to my mom and now she is calling me out on it.
“Oh,” I say but don’t dare turning around to make eye contact.
“Becca,” Morgan’s gentle voice reaches out to me. “Just be careful, okay?”
I swallow the sudden lump in my throat, hoping to God I am not going to drop dead in front of my boss.
“I am,” I nod and start typing up at a fast pace, looking up Claire Peters’ chart so I know what I’m walking into when I go to her room.
I look over the notes in Claire’s chart, my heart breaking a little at what I find there. Things are not looking good at all.
“She’s not responding to treatment,” Morgan tells me in a low voice when she notices what I’m doing.
“I… I… I…” I am stuttering. I hate this for Claire so much. And I hate it even more for her parents. All of a sudden, I start sobbing my heart out.
Morgan, my savior once again in an embarrassing situation, pulls me out of my chair and into an empty examination room that’s closest to the nurses’ station.
“I’m so sorry,” I sob when she thrusts a box of tissues in my hands. “I am such an emotional mess lately. I cry all the time.” I hiccup and pull a tissue out of the box, proceeding to blow my nose so loudly, it literally echoes in my head. “I just can’t stop,” I mumble with the tissue still pressed to my nose.
Morgan is just staring at me, and if I were a betting person, I’d say she’s holding back amusement.
“I think I need to see a shrink,” I start crying again. “I have never cried this much in my life,” I keep on going. “I don’t think I cried this much when… when… when…” And oh my god, I am stuttering again.
“Becca,” Morgan’s gentle touch is no help to me. “You’re okay,” she assures me. “You don’t need a shrink…”
“But I do,” I wail and start pacing the small room.
“Becca, honestly…” Morgan tries again, but I just can’t focus.
“No, my entire life is a mess, Morgan,” I throw my arms out. “I am in love with a man who just wanted to use me.Useme, Morgan,” I repeat.
Her eyes go round, and she just nods in agreement.
“He got me pregnant while he kept on telling me how much he did not want a baby!” I yell at the ceiling.
“Becca,” Morgan tries again.
