There is no explicit sex in this one. Just a story. If that disappoints you then find the back button.
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Nine times out of ten, if I'm in the emergency room at two o clock in the morning it's because someone is a jackass. Either a jackass caused it or the person there is a jackass. Either way, it's enough to drive a sane man into a rage after a certain point.
The worst part is, I have to empathize with them. If I look at them and say, "God you're stupid. Did you really stick you dick in a toaster?" suddenly I'm a bad person. Fuck that. Some people are morons.
Even the decent people treat me like shit. Why? Because some jackass put them in the hospital emergency room at two o clock in the fucking morning. They don't want to answer questions no more than I want to ask them.
I didn't sign up for this. I wanted to snap one liners and look cool in sunglasses. Not get yelled at by an otherwise nice lady for doing my job while my partner makes a 'quick five minute' call for the fiftieth time tonight. Fuck I want a cigarette.
"Can't you people just leave me alone? I told you I don't want to press charges."
Yes ma'am, I heard you the first hundred times. At least you didn't yell in my ear this time.
"Ma'am, you know he's just going to do this again. If you press charges then you start a paper trail. He may not spend more than a night in jail this time, but the next time he will go away for years, and we both know there will be a next time as I already stated."
"Oh yeah, and what do you know!"
I tried my best not to give her a look that conveyed exactly what I was feeling. When she immediately rolled her eyes and looked away, I knew I had failed. But what do I know? I've just been doing this for five years. No way could I have seen this story play out before. Nuh uh, she's special.
"Ma'am, I know you love this guy, but-"
"But nothing! He pays all the bills! I haven't worked since the first kid was born! If you think I'm leaving my kids you're crazy!"
She put her face in her hands and held her head, a couple sobs creeping out. Half her face was fucking purple. I'm sure she fell down the stairs. That last step is always a bitch.
"Honestly, he's not that bad most of the time. I appreciate your concern but I will be fine... Can someone drive me home?"
I could barely hear her from behind her hands. Hospitals are loud.
"Yes Mrs. Johnson, though I wish you'd reconsider."
She started to say something else. I'd heard enough. I handed her my business card.
"Take this; keep it somewhere where he can't find it. If you need anything you just call, understand?" she nodded "Good. I'll go make sure the doc's through with you and have him print your prescription."
"Thank you Officer Macintyre. I know you just want to help. I will be fine."
She looked like she was trying to convince herself as much as me.
"Yes ma'am."
I looked up at the sliding glass doors which led outside before turning to the nurse's station. Fucking Martin was still on his phone underneath a streetlight. I don't care if his wife is pregnant and their eighteen month old has the colic, calling him at work aint gone fix a damn thing. Here's a hint Martin: don't fuck her so much. That or wear a condom. Five is enough. They breed like bunnies, I swear to go—
"Can I help you?"
She looked like she wanted to do anything but. It's a wonder that chair hadn't broke by now. This woman occupied half the nurses station alone, both in size and duty. Hooray for budget cuts. I could only spot two other nurses. One answered phones while the other handed clipboards off to doctors and other nurses as they passed by.
"Can I talk the doc who treated Mrs. Johnson?"
"You mean the lady who's her own color now?"
"I think the color is purple actually, with hints of yellow."
She didn't look impressed.
"That poor lady don't know how bad he is does she."
"I tried to get her to press charges but—"
"She won't. Sugar, I done seen this play acted out a thousand times. Always ends the same." She shook her head while reading a clipboard.
"I'll page Dr. Schwartz. He'll come around as soon as he's finished with the guy in room 342."
"What'd he do?"
She snorted before answering.
"The crazy fool streaked across the backyards in some fancy pantsy suburban housewife's wet dream of a neighborhood on some stupid fraternity initiation. Somebody's dog happened to be awake enough to damn near bite his dick off."
The image alone made cringe to the point my neck popped.
"That was my reaction, and I'm a woman believe it or not." We both chuckled
"What's the prognosis?"
"He's going to lose his right testicle, along with some stitches in other areas." Came a voice from over my shoulder.
I braced myself as quick as I could before I turned around. I have to. The man is sex on legs and he doesn't know it.
Five years of coming in and out of this god forsaken place. Five fucking years. Never have I seen anybody who caught my attention quite like he had. He just took a job here about three months ago, and I've been in full on crush mode ever since.
The annoying thing is, I don't know why. He's not unusually hot. He's sorta got that nerdy yet wiry look to him. He's too short for my usual tastes. I've never really had a thing for blondes before. His face must be too skinny as well, or he just refuses to buy glasses that won't fall off. I've dated, fucked, and dumped hotter guys. He just had 'it'.
I'm so sick of 'it' I could fucking kill someone with a spoon. Try and try and fucking try, I cannot figure out just what 'it' is, but 'it' is a god damn nightmare. Doesn't mean I'll stop trying though.
"What's up doc?" I said as I turned around.
"Cute, Macduff."
"It's Macintyre."
The corner of his mouth curled ever so slightly.
"I know. Follow me." He waved a hand as he turned around.
"See you later Denise!" I waved back.
"Night Sugar, be safe!"
"Baby, I thought you knew me better than that."
She was still laughing as we turned the corner.
The doc waited until we got in the elevator before he started talking.
"She doesn't have any fractures or broken bones. The bruising will hurt for some time though so I've prescribed a mild painkiller she can get at any pharmacy. Other than that there's nothing more I can do. Is she pressing charges?"
He stayed facing the doors, but turned his head to look up at me.
"No. she says he's a nice man."
His head dropped, his eyes intent on the floor. That or his shoes. He did have on nice shoes. Or maybe he was looking at my shoes—
"Nice men don't hit their wives." He mumbled.
"No, they don't. Nice women just cover for the shit men in their life."
"Very true."
We both remained silent until the elevator opened up on the ground floor. I let him go ahead of me, amusing myself by watching his ass twitch in front of me. A man has to find his pleasure where he can. Twelve hour shifts don't provide for a social life.
We stopped at the double doors to the waiting room.
"I had Mrs. Johnson taken out front. She should be with your partner."
