The Bodark
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Paranormal/Supernatural › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
Chapters:
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8,490
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17
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Story and characters straight from the dredges of my mind..muwaahhaahaa!
Chapter Five
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
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Chapter 5
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“Girl, I have seen some crazy shit in my day but last night took the cake!” Amy said as she rushed to help me back to the bed.
“I mean..who knew that guy was gonna jump at you like that. Scared the life out of me.” Setting back on the bed, I simply waited for my friend to run out of breath. “There you were bleeding on the floor and that little slime Pearce was cowering in the corner. I've never wanted to bitch slap someone so bad in my whole life! I mean the nerve of him after he insisted the restraints come off.....”
Giving her an an amused little smile as she rambled on, I was very thankful to have her as such a good friend. Having moved from North Carolina to New York City just over a year ago, I had been completely out of my element. I was very much the proverbial girl in the big bad city.
Feeling lonely and slightly down one evening about six weeks into my internship, I was eating a stale doughnut in the break room when Amy came flying in the room like a whirlwind. “Sometimes I hate working in this place!” she said as she threw herself into the chair across from me. “I've been working here for 7 years and they still try to give me crap about overtime.” Throwing her hands up dramatically she added, “Do I look like I'm gonna work for free?!”
Mouth slightly agape, I just stared at her in surprise. Looking at me closely with a little smile around her full lips, she offered her hand. “I'm Amy Weston..and your the new doc right?.” Recovering myself I swallowed my mouthful of dry pastry and gave her my hand.
“Umm..yeah..Rachel Maslova, nice to meet ya.” And as they say...the rest was history. We hit it off as quickly as most kindred spirits tend to do, and Amy took me under her wing in a sort of big sister way, minus the fighting.
Looking at her now I could tell she'd had a long night. Still dressed in her nurses uniform her usually neat appearance was somewhat disheveled. Her long curly hair, pulled back in a bun was now coming lose and springing in a thousand different directions, and her normally mocha colored skin was somewhat pale.
Feeling a bit guilty for worrying her, I reached over and grabbed her hand, cutting off her tirade. “Hey..hey..Ames, I'm Ok.” Giving me a watery smile, she said, “Oh I know you are..it just scared me that's all. I guess it's been a long night.”
After thirty minutes or so of talking with Amy, the door swung open again. This time it was Dr. Cross who came walking in. “Ahh..well if it isn't my favorite patient of the day.” he joked as he walked over to stand beside the bed. “How are you feeling Rachel?”
Somewhat surprised to see him there I couldn't help but blurt out, “What are you doing here?” ...I'm such an idiot... “I mean, shouldn't your shift be over?”
A smile lingering on his lips as he looked through my charts he said, “Well normally I would be, but I'm on call today. And as you probably know..on call equals very little sleep.”
Looking up at me he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small pen light. “Follow this please.” he said as he moved the light slowly around. He then took me through what I recognized as a few routine exams for a concussion. When he had ran through those tests he asked to see the bite wound.
Finally seemingly satisfied, he pulled the only other chair up beside Amy's and sat down, his big frame hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Well, I'm happy with everything I see so far Rachel. As you probably deduced, we ran you through a course of antibiotics for the bite, sent you for an MRI and so far you seem free and clear as far as a concussion goes.”
There was something important that he wasn't telling me, so I cut to the chase and just asked. “Does anyone know what caused the episode with patient? Do we have a final diagnosis?”
Clasping his hands together he shook his head and slowly answered, “Umm..We need to talk about that.” He shifted uncomfortably. “Late last night, or rather sometime early this morning the patient...well...he apparently disappeared from ICU. We have notified all in hospital departments and security, as well as contacted the police.” Shaking his head again, “I'm sorry Rachel.”
The news left me reeling and feeling slightly speechless, but unsurprisingly Amy had no such problem, “What!? Disappeared?” Throwing her hands up she exclaimed, “How can someone just disappear out of ICU?!”
My mind working ferociously I finally found my voice, “We still have the blood right? For testing?” Meeting his dark blue eyes dead on, I dared him to say that we didn't. Nodding his head in an affirmative he added, “We do have the blood, and we are testing for everything under the sun. So far everything is coming up clean.”
I felt myself relax marginally, slightly relieved to hear at least that. I was up to date on my shots, but as a doctor I knew what to be worried about. “You'll know as soon as we know anything..I promise.” Slowly nodding in ascent, I waited for him to finish up.
“I'm going to let you go on home, but I expect you to be vigilant about signs of infection in that shoulder.” Reaching back into his pocket he retrieved his prescription pad and and began to write something out. Tearing off the small slip of paper he explained as he handed it to me, “Tylenol 3 should do the trick for pain. I took a look at the ER schedule and took the liberty of taking you off for 4 days.”
Opening my mouth to protest but he beat me to the punch, “And don't give me any lip. That's doctors orders, doctor.” That last bit he said sternly but with a grin. It's such a shame he married...
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Walking into my apartment was such a relief. I felt every muscle in my body relax as I smelled the familiar smell of lavender and vanilla that permeated my personal space.
I lived in a small apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan only 9 blocks from the hospital and coincidentally, Central Park. Even for such a small living space the rent was astronomical, but I was beyond lucky that my Grandmother was friends with the Mother of the building's owner.
Once I was accepted at Mt. Sinai and knew I would be moving to New York, it took no time at all for her to began making preparations. That's my Baba..always looking out for me.
A smile crossed my lips as I thought about her, and briefly wondered if I should give her a call and let her know what was going on, but quickly discarded the idea. No sense worrying her needlessly, there was nothing she could do anyway.
As I made my way through the small entryway, I stopped to take off my coat and place it in the hall closet. Walking into my cozy living room area I immediately went to the small table that held my Gold fish Angus. “Hey buddy, what's up.”
Yes I talked to my fish, but it was a habit that combated the loneliness that I sometimes felt coming home to an empty apartment after a long shift. “You would not believe the night I had last night.” Picking up the small shaker of fish food beside the tank I sprinkled a little extra flakes in the bowl, figuring he was probably a little hungry from missing his last feeding.
Before I could even get to my bedroom where I planned to strip, bathe and fall into bed, my cell phone rang. Looking down at the caller ID I chuckled when read Amy's ID. “Hello Ames,” I said as I walked through the bedroom doorway.
“Hey..I just wanted to make sure you got in ok.” Her honey deep voice came through the phone but with a note of worry in it. Deciding to mess with her a bit, I deadpanned, “Didn't I lose you like...15 minutes ago?” Getting the rise I was after she huffed, “So I'm worried about my friend, sue me! I mean damn, if that's what I get for caring....” My laughter broke through her tongue-lashing as I said, “You know I'm just kidding, I know you love me.” I added cheekily.
“Yeah well your lucky I do, cause otherwise I'd kick your ass.” I could now hear the smile in her voice. “Look I just wanted to know if you need anything..Tyler and I are going out to eat later and we can bring anything you need by. Maybe some take out?” she offered.
Giving it a quick thought I replied, “Nope, I'm good. Kitchen's stocked and I'm just gonna go to bed anyway.” I pulled out an old pair of lounge pants, a soft white cotton camisole and lay them both on the bed.
“Ok ..but if you need anything you give us a call and I'll be right over.” she assured. Beginning to take off my trainers and socks I paused to say, “Ames I know... and I really appreciate everything. Now go spend some time with that gorgeous husband of yours.” And I wasn't kidding there. Tyler Westin, Amy's husband of 6 years was the epitome of tall dark and handsome and the miracle was that he was a good guy to boot. I was constantly telling Amy what a lucky bitch she was, but she was already well aware.
Quickly hanging up, I went to the bathroom and began running myself a bath being sure to add my favorite lavender bath salts. A shower was out, at least for a couple of days because of the sutures.
Undressing and relaxing back into the tub I suddenly realized that I had the next four days off. While most people looked forward to having time off I knew one thing was certain for me, I was going to get bored. 'sigh'
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A/N: Thank you again for reading guys and I apprciate the reviews I have gotten, they really help encourage me. :)
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NUKI : As far as the man that bit her goes, it will all become clearer soon. I'm glad that you are curious, that's exactly what I want! Thanks for reading :-)
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Chapter 5
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“Girl, I have seen some crazy shit in my day but last night took the cake!” Amy said as she rushed to help me back to the bed.
“I mean..who knew that guy was gonna jump at you like that. Scared the life out of me.” Setting back on the bed, I simply waited for my friend to run out of breath. “There you were bleeding on the floor and that little slime Pearce was cowering in the corner. I've never wanted to bitch slap someone so bad in my whole life! I mean the nerve of him after he insisted the restraints come off.....”
Giving her an an amused little smile as she rambled on, I was very thankful to have her as such a good friend. Having moved from North Carolina to New York City just over a year ago, I had been completely out of my element. I was very much the proverbial girl in the big bad city.
Feeling lonely and slightly down one evening about six weeks into my internship, I was eating a stale doughnut in the break room when Amy came flying in the room like a whirlwind. “Sometimes I hate working in this place!” she said as she threw herself into the chair across from me. “I've been working here for 7 years and they still try to give me crap about overtime.” Throwing her hands up dramatically she added, “Do I look like I'm gonna work for free?!”
Mouth slightly agape, I just stared at her in surprise. Looking at me closely with a little smile around her full lips, she offered her hand. “I'm Amy Weston..and your the new doc right?.” Recovering myself I swallowed my mouthful of dry pastry and gave her my hand.
“Umm..yeah..Rachel Maslova, nice to meet ya.” And as they say...the rest was history. We hit it off as quickly as most kindred spirits tend to do, and Amy took me under her wing in a sort of big sister way, minus the fighting.
Looking at her now I could tell she'd had a long night. Still dressed in her nurses uniform her usually neat appearance was somewhat disheveled. Her long curly hair, pulled back in a bun was now coming lose and springing in a thousand different directions, and her normally mocha colored skin was somewhat pale.
Feeling a bit guilty for worrying her, I reached over and grabbed her hand, cutting off her tirade. “Hey..hey..Ames, I'm Ok.” Giving me a watery smile, she said, “Oh I know you are..it just scared me that's all. I guess it's been a long night.”
After thirty minutes or so of talking with Amy, the door swung open again. This time it was Dr. Cross who came walking in. “Ahh..well if it isn't my favorite patient of the day.” he joked as he walked over to stand beside the bed. “How are you feeling Rachel?”
Somewhat surprised to see him there I couldn't help but blurt out, “What are you doing here?” ...I'm such an idiot... “I mean, shouldn't your shift be over?”
A smile lingering on his lips as he looked through my charts he said, “Well normally I would be, but I'm on call today. And as you probably know..on call equals very little sleep.”
Looking up at me he reached into his pocket and retrieved a small pen light. “Follow this please.” he said as he moved the light slowly around. He then took me through what I recognized as a few routine exams for a concussion. When he had ran through those tests he asked to see the bite wound.
Finally seemingly satisfied, he pulled the only other chair up beside Amy's and sat down, his big frame hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees. “Well, I'm happy with everything I see so far Rachel. As you probably deduced, we ran you through a course of antibiotics for the bite, sent you for an MRI and so far you seem free and clear as far as a concussion goes.”
There was something important that he wasn't telling me, so I cut to the chase and just asked. “Does anyone know what caused the episode with patient? Do we have a final diagnosis?”
Clasping his hands together he shook his head and slowly answered, “Umm..We need to talk about that.” He shifted uncomfortably. “Late last night, or rather sometime early this morning the patient...well...he apparently disappeared from ICU. We have notified all in hospital departments and security, as well as contacted the police.” Shaking his head again, “I'm sorry Rachel.”
The news left me reeling and feeling slightly speechless, but unsurprisingly Amy had no such problem, “What!? Disappeared?” Throwing her hands up she exclaimed, “How can someone just disappear out of ICU?!”
My mind working ferociously I finally found my voice, “We still have the blood right? For testing?” Meeting his dark blue eyes dead on, I dared him to say that we didn't. Nodding his head in an affirmative he added, “We do have the blood, and we are testing for everything under the sun. So far everything is coming up clean.”
I felt myself relax marginally, slightly relieved to hear at least that. I was up to date on my shots, but as a doctor I knew what to be worried about. “You'll know as soon as we know anything..I promise.” Slowly nodding in ascent, I waited for him to finish up.
“I'm going to let you go on home, but I expect you to be vigilant about signs of infection in that shoulder.” Reaching back into his pocket he retrieved his prescription pad and and began to write something out. Tearing off the small slip of paper he explained as he handed it to me, “Tylenol 3 should do the trick for pain. I took a look at the ER schedule and took the liberty of taking you off for 4 days.”
Opening my mouth to protest but he beat me to the punch, “And don't give me any lip. That's doctors orders, doctor.” That last bit he said sternly but with a grin. It's such a shame he married...
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Walking into my apartment was such a relief. I felt every muscle in my body relax as I smelled the familiar smell of lavender and vanilla that permeated my personal space.
I lived in a small apartment in the Upper East Side of Manhattan only 9 blocks from the hospital and coincidentally, Central Park. Even for such a small living space the rent was astronomical, but I was beyond lucky that my Grandmother was friends with the Mother of the building's owner.
Once I was accepted at Mt. Sinai and knew I would be moving to New York, it took no time at all for her to began making preparations. That's my Baba..always looking out for me.
A smile crossed my lips as I thought about her, and briefly wondered if I should give her a call and let her know what was going on, but quickly discarded the idea. No sense worrying her needlessly, there was nothing she could do anyway.
As I made my way through the small entryway, I stopped to take off my coat and place it in the hall closet. Walking into my cozy living room area I immediately went to the small table that held my Gold fish Angus. “Hey buddy, what's up.”
Yes I talked to my fish, but it was a habit that combated the loneliness that I sometimes felt coming home to an empty apartment after a long shift. “You would not believe the night I had last night.” Picking up the small shaker of fish food beside the tank I sprinkled a little extra flakes in the bowl, figuring he was probably a little hungry from missing his last feeding.
Before I could even get to my bedroom where I planned to strip, bathe and fall into bed, my cell phone rang. Looking down at the caller ID I chuckled when read Amy's ID. “Hello Ames,” I said as I walked through the bedroom doorway.
“Hey..I just wanted to make sure you got in ok.” Her honey deep voice came through the phone but with a note of worry in it. Deciding to mess with her a bit, I deadpanned, “Didn't I lose you like...15 minutes ago?” Getting the rise I was after she huffed, “So I'm worried about my friend, sue me! I mean damn, if that's what I get for caring....” My laughter broke through her tongue-lashing as I said, “You know I'm just kidding, I know you love me.” I added cheekily.
“Yeah well your lucky I do, cause otherwise I'd kick your ass.” I could now hear the smile in her voice. “Look I just wanted to know if you need anything..Tyler and I are going out to eat later and we can bring anything you need by. Maybe some take out?” she offered.
Giving it a quick thought I replied, “Nope, I'm good. Kitchen's stocked and I'm just gonna go to bed anyway.” I pulled out an old pair of lounge pants, a soft white cotton camisole and lay them both on the bed.
“Ok ..but if you need anything you give us a call and I'll be right over.” she assured. Beginning to take off my trainers and socks I paused to say, “Ames I know... and I really appreciate everything. Now go spend some time with that gorgeous husband of yours.” And I wasn't kidding there. Tyler Westin, Amy's husband of 6 years was the epitome of tall dark and handsome and the miracle was that he was a good guy to boot. I was constantly telling Amy what a lucky bitch she was, but she was already well aware.
Quickly hanging up, I went to the bathroom and began running myself a bath being sure to add my favorite lavender bath salts. A shower was out, at least for a couple of days because of the sutures.
Undressing and relaxing back into the tub I suddenly realized that I had the next four days off. While most people looked forward to having time off I knew one thing was certain for me, I was going to get bored. 'sigh'
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A/N: Thank you again for reading guys and I apprciate the reviews I have gotten, they really help encourage me. :)
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NUKI : As far as the man that bit her goes, it will all become clearer soon. I'm glad that you are curious, that's exactly what I want! Thanks for reading :-)