Begin Again

Chapter 2

Work—Work—Eat—Not Enough Sleep—and repeat.

My back was aching when I tried to rise my body from the bed. I had been 15 minutes late to wake according to the alarm. I sighed heavily as I tied my hair into a bun. I loved my bed. But I had to untangle myself from this warm place.

Before I stormed out of the room, I peeked on my week schedule. Four morning shift in a week way to ruin my energy in the beginning of this month. I yawned hard as I opened the bathroom door. I almost forgot about those morons in the hospital. The morning shift was always their favourite. They were my seniors. From the moment my feet landed into that room and work as a registered nurse in the hospital they already hate me. I didn't know what their problems were. It was just everything I did was always wrong.

I rubbed my body with a coffee scrub whilst my mind pictured the eyes of the seniors who loved to send daggers on my back when I arrived late at the hospital, the cold sensations I felt whenever I walked pass them to deliver some medicine to the patients, and the murmuring sound--ah they came endlessly, spreaded the negative rumors about me. They like to authoritatively order me to do these things and those whilst they were busy complaining about their unhappy life on a round desk, they were pretty good at consulting among themshelves whilst their own problem left hanging.

"What the f**k?!!" I yelled when the bathroom door opened abruptly. I hurriedly grabbed the curtains to  cover my body.

Emma stood in front of the door with her white uniform and a brown backpack, all set. Her blonde hair was tied into a ponytail. She knew I was spending too much time in a bathroom. I frowned, 30 minutes was still normal for girls.

"You don't have anything to be covered up, I barely notice your breasts," My mouth opened. "They were small and flat." She said as she staring at me blankly.

"I can explained,"

"What are you going to explain? We're going to be late! Hurry up!"

"First, don't ever open my door like that again. I might have a heart attack or slipped on my butt. And seconds, I Have Breasts," I pushed aside the curtains that once covered my body, and grabbed onto my boobs. "See?? They were soft as cushions and—"

She rolled her eyes and shut the door.

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I walked to the nurse station and pulled out my ID, hung them on the side of my pocket. The patients were greeted me as I surveyed around the room and checked on some patients health issues.

After finished, I walked pass the chairman office and found Emma was waving at me. "Donut. After. This," she mouthed, and I nodded.

Ten minutes later, I saw some doctors joined along in the chairman room and their meeting started. Emma was playing with her fingers or scratching her upperlids during the meeting. She was bored, I could tell.

Frankly, We're both quite bored with this job. Emma once said, she wanted to travel the world and started working as a freelance writer. I didn't laugh because when the time she told me these, I had been constantly think about it. I was worried about mine too. What was I going to do in life? Stuck in this circle and toxic vibes in my own field? I admit that I was getting bored in a hospital. But I was a nurse. My Mom worked hard to make me became one.

I glanced at Emma once more. Her forehead creased as she listened to some conversations. I smiled as I remember her journey back from when she was in the middle school until now. Emma had became one of the best doctors in this hospital. I was proud to say that she was like a sibling to me since My Mom let her to stay with us. Back then, she was having a trouble with some money and a shelter. Her mom was a b***h—she repelled her daughter from home with a backpack filled with only two pairs of her clothes. The uniform and the pajamas to sleep. She had nowhere to go and no money to buy some foods for herself. The only house she knew was mine. So that night I was having trouble in sleeping when I heard the sound of someone crying, I walked out and asked my Mom to see who it was.

"Day dreaming again," someone snapped me back from my thoughts, and I looked to my right side. "Connor," I laughed and playfully hit him on the shoulder with my hand. Our laughter stopped when we heard a growl sound came out from inside my stomach. I smiled sheepishly, but Connor would always be a Connor, his smile wider and the soft gaze he gave made me almost melted.

"This was so far the first morning I woke up late and I didn't have time to have breakfast at home so I prepared myself some sandwiches—" My cheeks redden at his statement.

"Here," there's a sandwich on top of the paper I was writing. The smell of bacons, egg, and cheese were enough to make my saliva drooling. I gulped, "you sure?" I looked up to see he was already staring at me with his chin on top of his hand. "Sure. Taste the heaven," I giggled softly before grabbed it from the plastic container box. Just when I was about to open my mouth to taste the food, the seniors came from the front door, all together. The sound of their heels clacking on the floor was enough to ruin my appetite.

"God dammit," my body turned around, and I started to demolish the sandwich I had in my hand. I was not in a mood to hear an early bitching about me in the morning, it could drain my energy. "just close your ears and eyes, you don't give a f**k about them. Just be grateful for our peaceful life, far from the danger."

Connor chuckled, swiped back his dark hair as he turned his heels around to greet my seniors who started to ask him endless questions about his well being this morning such as how was your sleep? Did you have breakfast? You're looking good as usual, blablablabla

I snorted. They would always be a fan of Connor. It was obvious, they would die just to date him.

Connor was a definition of a gentleman. The one your mom wanted to meet and wished you to marry. He was a supportive friend of mine and an excellent doctor in the hospital besides Emma. He knew just the right time to speak and did things. He also could understand people and read situations pretty well. What I like about Connor besides his gorgeous smile and the sharp canine teeth was he respected women, he handled them with so much care and an adequate amount of attention.

I didn't understand though, why was he still single?

"There's something on your lips," I blinked when Connor touched the corner of my lips with his fingertip.

"Thanks, Dr"

"Yeah," Connor gave me a wink before walked out of the room. I felt the cold sensation on my right side as my gaze instinctively moved to meet their deadly glare.