Lucky for us, Frank is nothing but cooperative tonight. He sits down on the bed when instructed and lets us administer the injection of Haldol when the psychologist gets in the room. These types of situations always wear on my nerves. Psych patients are loose cannons, so you honestly never can predict what they are going to throw your way. I'm thankful that tonight was anti-climactic; Frank didn't give us any problems. We were able to quickly get him transferred to Regency's psych unit, where they will assist him with getting back on his medications, and hopefully, he gains back some semblance of reality.
At around three a.m. I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket. I glance down at the screen and see that Trent has sent me a message.
Trent: Next time you have another bright idea about needing a surgeon, warn your surgeon boyfriend that is on call what type of situation he may or may not be walking into…
I laugh and quickly text him back.
Me: My apologies. Thanks for lighting up my night with your beautiful smile and ability to remove light bulbs from rectums. Enjoy your sleep while your nurse girlfriend slaves away in the ER.
My phone vibrates again.
Trent: I'll be dreaming of you, Ellie girl. Have a safe drive home in the morning. Text me when you get to your apartment. Night, baby.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Sometimes you just gotta take the man by the balls and make your fantasies come true.”
Trent is busy playing Dr. Trauma Surgeon in his office today, so I decide to surprise him with lunch. I stop by my favorite deli just outside of Charlotte and pick up their famous Reuben sandwiches. This delectable sandwich is always their spotlighted August special, and I'm excited for Trent to taste the scrumptiousness. I'm sure he's been busy all day with patients and barely had any time to eat. I head to his office and send Amy and Lizzy a short text telling them I picked up an extra shift tonight in the ER. We had plans to go see the newest Ryan Gosling film, but my manager called and practically begged me to work a night shift. The promise of double-time and Saturday night off might have made the extra shift a little too good to resist. I pull into Trent's office and stroll in with our hot sandwiches from Mabie's Cafe in tow. I see Beverly, his receptionist, at the front desk, and she gives me a bright smile.
"Well, hello there, stranger! I haven't seen you in ages. How are you doing, sweetheart?" Beverly says in a cheerful, perky voice. Beverly is in her late fifties, and her positive, upbeat personality is infectious. I used to work with her in the ER at Regency, until she took this office job. She's one of the nicest people you will ever meet. Her hair and makeup always look immaculate, and she just has this motherly aura about her. She was one of the first coworkers I became close with when I started working at Regency as a brand new nurse. I was just a baby at the ripe old age of twenty-one and probably had the deer-in-headlights look for the first six months.
The personalities that are present in the ER are nothing short of aggressive and would have most new nurses running for the hills—or at least a job in a medical office. Being the new girl in an area of the medical field that is known for "eating their young," I was more than thankful to meet someone like Beverly, who always went out of her way to make everyone feel welcome.
"Hey, Bev! It's been too long! How are you? I miss seeing your smiling face around Regency!"
"I've been good. Dr. Hamilton temporarily taking over Dr. Grey's practice has definitely kept me busy, but I've enjoyed the distraction and extra money. My husband Bob had back surgery a few months ago and has been unable to work. "
"Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear that. Please send him my best and let me know if there is anything I can help you guys with. I hope Dr. Hamilton is treating you well," I say with a questioning grin.
Beverly laughs and nods her head yes. "Of course he has, but if anything changes, I'll let you know. I hear the two of you are an item these days. I noticed an adorable picture of you on his office desk."
"Oh god, I can only imagine. I better go check this picture out for myself." My cheeks flush a little with embarrassment in thinking that Trent has a picture of me on his desk. We've only been dating for a few weeks, and I don't recall any photo ops.
"Well Dr. Hamilton is back in his office. I think he's on a conference call with Dr. Grey right now, but I'm sure he'd love to see your cute butt stroll in."
"Thanks, Beverly! We need to do lunch sometime soon and catch up on old times."
"Of course, sweetheart! I would love that!"
I head back to Trent's office and hear his deep, husky voice on the phone when I approach his closed door. I slowly open the door and his blue eyes immediately glance up at me from behind his desk. He looks downright edible and undeniably fuckable. His black and grey pinstriped tie is loose, the first two buttons of his white oxford collared shirt are unbuttoned, and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. He smiles back at me, and I don't miss the fact that his eyes peruse my body from head to toe.