Page 85 of Lose to Win: Lost Trilogy: Part 3
“He has a friend at the hospital?” she cuts me off.
“Uh, yeah, or so he claims at least. I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, so…”
“Who is it?” she cuts me off again. “Someone who actually works here? Do I know them?” It’s like she can’t wait to hear the scoop. Too bad I don’t have much to offer her.
“Yeah, she works here, but that’s all I know,” I promise her. She looks ready to tackle me to the ground for information.
“Do you at least know her name? How are we going to know who to ask for?” Both valid questions, I snicker to myself, and I am saved from answering them by the very person we’re here to see.
“Hi there,” a hot chick in scrubs greets us from feet away. She’s the same one who took care of my brother when he hurt his hand. “Blake told me you’d come.”
She calls him Blake. Very interesting.
Emily freezes next to me, as in she literally refuses to take one more step forward.
“Thisis Sully’s friend?” she snaps at me. I guess it is not good news. “Morgan Foster?”
“I…” I scratch at my head, wondering what the deal is. She obviously doesn’t like Sully’s woman. This could be a problem now and also in the long run. “She’s here to help us, babe.”
“She hates me,” Emily throws her arm out toward Morgan, but she is still looking at me. “And she is the one who was spying on me for Steve while I was at work. I told you this before.” Now she is in tears.
I pull her into my chest and run my hand up and down her back. My eyes go to Morgan’s. She looks just as surprised by Emily’s outburst as I am.
“I think there’s some miscommunication in here somewhere,” Morgan says, her voice sounding cool and collected. “Let’s go into a room so that we don’t attract any unwanted attention.”
“Good idea.”
I have to walk with Emily plastered to my chest because she refuses to look at Morgan. My grip on her is firm. I won’t let her run away or keep secrets again.
Morgan takes us into an empty examination room where I set Emily on the bed in a sitting position. I take a step back and sigh, assessing her with my hands planted on my hips.
“Em, you need to talk, babe. And fast.”
It takes her a second, but when she finally starts talking, it is like the floodgates have been opened.
“Ever since she started working here,” she points, never actually looking at the person in question, “she’s constantly been on me, making me do all the things I hated doing, constantly watching me and calling me out if she thought I was doing something wrong, and…”
“So,” Morgan cuts her off. “You’re angry with me because I was making you do your job?”
“I… what?” Emily spits at her, obviously offended by the accusation.
“Everything you just said, it is related to your job and the duties you were responsible for here at the hospital.”
There’s a moment of hesitation where Emily crosses her arms over her growing belly. She is pouting like a spoiled child, and I want to laugh. I’ve never loved her more.
“What about all the times you were following me around to the bathroom? And the locker room? Asking me personal questions?”
Morgan lifts an eyebrow at her, looking like a mom who is about to call her kid out on their shit.
“You mean when I caught you using an inhaler you had no business using because it was obvious it was not something that had been prescribed by a doctor? And you lied to my face and told me it was?”
Emily swallows hard but doesn’t say anything. She knows she has no ground to stand on when it comes to that.
“You getting high while on the job,” Morgan continues, “was a liability for all of us. For the hospital, sure, but for you too because you could’ve ended up in jail if you took care of a patient while taking illegal substances.”
“How do you know they were illegal?” Emily finally asks, her voice sounding small and meek now.
“Blake found your inhaler at the house,” she admits. “I took it to the lab and got it tested. It was a mix of opioids so strong, I honestly don’t know how you didn’t just pass out from one huff of it.”
