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So it’s not so much of a honeymoon as it is a getaway that involved an operation with a high-level surgeon at John Hopkins Hospital.
Two days after my suspension, the chief called the Harrises and me back into the hospital for a meeting. Apparently they discovered the photo from the OR that was leaked to the media came from Prichard’s mobile. The whole ordeal was a huge violation of thePatient Data Protection Actand they were desperate to make it right.
Part of the agreement was to send Camden to the States for the second half of The Wilson Repair. Then they offered me my job back.
I declined instantly.
There’s no way I want to go back to a place that let Prichard get away with what he did. Plus, that would put me right back under his tutelage and I can’t stomach the thought.
So now, here Cam and I reside, in a lush hotel in Baltimore, waiting for our flight home later tonight. His surgeon yesterday was so confident in Cam’s recovery that he said he should be able to train with Arsenal immediately after we get back.
I was beside Cam through the whole process, but not in an official medical capacity. Strictly as his girlfriend…waiting room and all.
My mobile begins vibrating on the nightstand. I tip toe over to it and see Belle’s name on the screen.
“Hello?” I whisper and head back over to the window.
“Hey, how’s he feeling?” Belle’s voice coos into the line.
“Good. He’s still sleeping, but the surgery went great yesterday, and he said he had no pain last night.”
“That’s fab. Did the surgeon say if he can start training straight away?”
I nod even though she can’t see me. “Yes, we fly back home tonight, and the surgeon said he can start tomorrow if he’d like.”
“That’s incredible.”
“Yeah, Cam was pleased.” I smile at his large, sleeping body lying so peacefully on the bed.
“So do you want to hear some dirt?” Belle’s voice sounds conspiratorial.
My brows lift. “Sure.”
“There’s a group of six nurses that have come together and are all filing sexual harassment claims against Prichard.”
“What?” I gasp.
“Yep. The prat poked his last hole at work, I’d say.”
“I’d say, too. Wow.” A chill runs up my spine.
“So if he gets sacked, do you think you might reconsider the offer to come back to work?”
I pull my lip into my mouth and begin chewing away at it. “I’m not sure.”
“What do you mean? If he’s gone, you can get back on track. What’s stopping you?”
I exhale heavily, not entirely sure I am ready to get into all of this quite yet since I haven’t even talked it over with Cam. “You know, Belle, since the moment I was suspended, I’ve felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Things feel different now, as if I have more options. Honestly, I’ve been reading a lot about sports medicine.”
“Is that a euphemism for sex with a footballer?”
“No! Don’t be daft.” I can’t help but smirk.
“Well, I’m guessing he’s lying naked in your hotel bed right now, even though he’s only one day post-op.” I cringe and she laughs knowingly into the line. “So what will you do, darling? Because I know you have a plan stewing in that big brain of yours.”
She knows me so well. “I think I’m going to talk to Camden’s dad about job-shadowing Bethnal Green F.C. team doctor. It’d be great experience, and I think I could have something to offer the world of sports medicine beyond surgical.”
“Of course you could. You’re my wunderkid!”
