Resume
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“So, how long exactly have you had this?” Reyna sits at the edge of Isaac’s bed as she probes gently at his left elbow with expert hands.
“Ow! I- I don’t know.” Isaac’s eyes dart everywhere around the room but at Reyna.
“You do know.” Reyna lowers his arm gently. “You’re going to have to try much harder to lie to me, Isaac.”
“Well, how do you know that I’m lying?” Isaac frowns.
“I’m a psychiatrist. I also have an undergraduate degree in psychology, which allows me to infer and correctly hypothesize that you are lying to me based upon your bodily language and nervous aura.”
Isaac opens his mouth to protest but the six year old closes it and pouts, looking away.
“I don’t really know, but I think about a week or two?”
“Can I know what exactly it is that happened?”
“I- I…… I got hit with- no! I-I hit myself with a tennis racket!”
Reyna closes her eyes, takes a deep breath, tilts her head slightly and exhales. She opens her eyes and her blue orbs fixate on Isaac’s honey colored ones.
“Isaac Apollo Provenza, you are in the Provenza household. You are away from your mother. She cannot reach you here. She cannot reach your father here. She cannot hurt either of you.” Reyna says firmly. “Now, I need you to tell me, okay? Can you do that? Can you trust me enough to tell me so I can do something about your fracture?”
Isaac swallows before nodding.
“O-okay, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone.”
“I can promise that so long as I deem fit that Lucifer is okay without knowing.”
“I just….. I don’t want my papa to get hurt because of me.” Isaac looks down, holding his left wrist.
Reyna studies Isaac, finding resemblances to Lucas.
“I just….. if I’m honest, they told me, they’d hurt papa.” Lucas’ voice echoes in Reyna’s head.
Reyna shakes her head, reaching out to cup Isaac’s cheek but settles on setting her hand on his shoulder instead. The action causes Isaac to look up at her.
“It’s very noble of you to try and protect your father like that, but you have to understand that I need to know, okay? Tell me at your own time, but make sure it’s quick. The sooner we get your fracture fixed, the sooner it heals and has less long-term effects on you.” Reyna squeezes his shoulder. “Can you do that? Can you trust me? Let go of all your fear and trust that I will deliver on my word to keep you and your father safe?”
Isaac’s eyes waver slightly and they dart down to the floor before darting back up to her face.
“Okay.”
“Good. I know you’re scared, trust me, so am I. It’s a human feeling. It’s common. We all feel it. It’s okay to be scared and have fears. It’s normal. The best way to get rid of your fears is to trust people.” Reyna says softly.
As she listened to her own words, she couldn’t help but scoff.
I give such incredible advice yet I never follow it myself.
“So, let’s get started on building trust between us, okay?” Reyna gets up and pats Isaac’s head.
The gesture makes Isaac laugh a bit.
“Okay, I think I can trust you.” Isaac smiles up at Reyna.
“Okay, that’s good!” Reyna grabs his shoulders, the light shining in her eyes.
Even though her apathetic expression is still present, Isaac can pick up from her voice that she’s relieved.
“It-”
“Go on, I’m listening.” Reyna assures.
“It was my- my mom.”
“She…. " Reyna trails off. “It was her?”
“Mhm.”
She senses Isaac’s lowering mood and decides to ask everything else before he gets too sad to speak.
“Why, do you know?”
“She said something about money and power and how my dad took it all away from her.”
“Okay, you know what?” Reyna takes note of that and waves off the answer. “That isn’t important. What is important, is how and with what she hit you with.”
“Oh, she- she had someone grab me from…. from- I think it was my uncle? I don’t know, but the man grabbed me and I-”
“You tried to run.”
“Mhm, and I managed to slip away, but she still hit me.”
“With the tennis racket you mentioned?”
“Yes.”
“Alright, I can somewhat form a picture of the incident.” Reyna takes Isaac’s right arm. “You slipped away, but your right arm was still in the man’s grasp, am I correct?”
“Yes- how did you know that?”
“And while you struggled to get away, you turned around when she was going to deliver the blow.” Reyna turns Isaac around so she can reenact the scene by grabbing his right wrist from behind and somewhat getting a picture. “I, correct me if I’m wrong, believe you knew she was going to hit you but it would have been aimed at your back. If anything, a blow in such close range would have slightly damaged your spinal cord. But, you were struggling and when you noticed she was about to hit you, you managed to pull yourself out of the grasp of the man and started to run.”
“Wow, you’re good.” Isaac looks back at Reyna over his shoulder.
“She ended up throwing the tennis racket at you, did she not? It hit you right at the elbow.”
“That-” Isaac frowns a bit as Reyna let’s him go and he turns to face her. “Is exactly what happened. What are you? A secret spy, detective nanny or something?”
“Oh, trust me,” Reyna shakes her head. “My resume is far more boring than that.”
She starts to walk towards the door when Isaac’s voice pipes up.
“Are you gonna tell papa? What if he gets mad? Mama used to hit him too, you know.”
Reyna stops. She turns to look back at Isaac, looking at him in disbelief.
“Lucifer would get hit by your mother?”
“Well, I only saw it happen once, but yeah.”
Reyna’s silent for a moment before turning back towards the door.
“This place is worse than I thought.” She mutters as she leaves.
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“Oh, so what you’re telling me is that she’s going to take a two week trial period?” Lucifer makes a face as he looks out the window of his office on the second floor.
Below, the hydrangeas and roses gently sway in a light late August breeze as he stows his left hand in his pocket.
“Correct. She’s skeptical. I had to get someone else to help me convince her to even try it.” The Ringleader’s voice replies.
“I see.” Lucifer sighs, his grip tightening on his phone. “I see.”
Reyna opens the door as Lucifer is deep in conversation with the Ringleader and stands, waiting patiently for him to finish.
“No, no, no! f**k, hell no! I like her! I think she’s a good fit for the role!” Lucifer says quickly when the Ringleader voices his concerns of Reyna being a bad choice.
As the Ringleader rambles on about being able to find someone else if Reyna were to drop the job after her two weeks, Lucifer rolls his eyes and turns around.
“Oh, for shits sake! Don’t just sneak up on people like that, Reyna!” Lucifer yells, nearly dropping his phone from the scare. “At least announce your presence!”
“Did I scare you?” Reyna tilts her head slightly.
“No, no you didn’t.” Lucifer makes a face at her. “Okay, you know what? I’ll call you later.”
He hangs up on the Ringleader and sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he closes his eyes before looking at Reyna.
“What happened?”
“It’s Isaac. He’s in dire need of an immediate check up. I’d say an ultrasound alongside an x-ray on his left arm.”
“Okay, so you came here, scared me half to f*****g death just to tell me you think Isaac needs an x-ray and ultrasound?”
“No, I don’t ‘think’ he needs it, he does need it. And immediately.” Reyna replies flatly.
“Alright, I get it. You’re the nanny and all, but I’m not just going to trust an assessment you gave my son because you think he has a distilled humor bone or something like that.” Lucifer waves off her concerns.
“I’m a doctor. My assessment is legitimate unlike your nonexistent medical term of a ‘distilled humor bone’ as you called it. The correct medical terminology would be ‘Distal Humerus Physeal Fracture’.”
“Reyna, doll face,” Lucifer walks over and grabs her shoulders, squeezing them lightly. “Having an EMT certificate and knowing how to do CPR does not make you a ‘doctor’.”
“Lucifer, have you read my resume? If you had, you’d know I’m not all talk and no show. I have an MD for surgical practices, in psychiatry and orthopedics.” Reyna looks up at him. “And that EMT certificate alongside a PhD and four bachelors degrees, an undergraduate’s degree in psychology and I’m also an ER MD.”
“If I’m honest, I didn’t read it yet.” Lucifer let’s her go and walks back towards his desk to pull out her file.
He opens it and lifts up her birth certificate copy to look at her education report. He lets out a low whistle.
“Okay, you go get Isaac and I’ll meet you two in the garage.”
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