muses_w_remotes | 12.16. Can't Hardly Wait quote
12.16. “Just so you know, judging from my little experience, I kind of believe in fate. It just works in really fucked up ways sometimes.”
| Can’t Hardly Wait
[Follows THIS]
Emma could not believe how hectic her first shift in Princeton was. For some reason, she had convinced herself that Princeton would be some quiet peaceful little town with very little need for paramedic call-outs, but that was only because she was sure it couldn’t be any worse than her team in New York. She couldn’t have been more wrong if she tried. Her new colleagues were great; very friendly and personable. She knew straight away that she was going to fit in just fine. But the shift had been non-stop with a good portion of the call-outs going to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
But the latest call-out had been for nothing more than a broken arm from a local middle school. It was standard practice for schools to call an ambulance where children were injured like that. Emma welcomed the lull. The shift was nearly over and her feet were killing her. At least this kid hadn’t spent the whole trip upchucking green vomit all over the place after ingesting Play-Doh at the day care centre like her first Princeton job. Emma rode in the back with the middle school kid and chatted with him about his favourite cartoons and best teachers to distract him from the pain of his broken arm, but really, the kid didn’t seem too bothered and thought it was ‘way cool’ that he got to ride in the back of an ambulance.
She was now standing at the ER reception station succinctly filling out the ambulance report while her partner readied the ambulance to return to station. She tucked her hair behind her ear, one ear on the radio attached to her belt at all times in case they got called out again for something in their vicinity. It was a nice hospital and she knew over time that she would probably get to know a lot of the ER staff here. It was inevitable when you were a paramedic.
Even just now, a couple of doctors came over to the desk, laughing at something shared between them. Emma glanced up reflexively, discovering they were both really cute. Wow. If there were assets in Princeton like these two hotties, her move wouldn’t seem so stressful after all. “Yeah here, in Oncology,” the taller of the two said with a smirk and shook his head as he reached for his next patient file. He caught Emma watching him and smiled at her. Oh, he was adorable. She had a thing for guys in glasses, and that smile…
“Here in Oncology?” doctor two piped up. “You mean Evie Miller?” He slapped his mate in the arm. “I didn’t know that!” he cried.
Wait, what? Emma blinked. Did he just say Miller? Did he just say Evie? The taller doctor nodded with what Emma could only describe as a shy smile. “Now you do. End of April.” He reached over and picked up a pen from the cup beside the phone.
Doctor two shook his head, laughing. “See? This is what happens when you piss off to another department for months on end. I miss out on all the Riley Browne gossip.” He filched the other guy’s pen and started to use it himself.
“Yeah, well…” was all ‘Riley Browne’ replied with at first and calmly took the pen back. “I’m probably not even back here permanently, so you’ll have to get your gossip from somewhere else.”
Emma was listening to every word, probably staring at them both rudely. Her mind was reeling. Surely not? Surely it wouldn’t be this easy? It had to just be a coincidence. Miller was a damn common name in the United States. Evie could be short for anything, or that could just be a straight name. But wait, wait! He said Oncology! No… no… she couldn’t be a patient… could she? Emma swallowed, trying to focus back on her notes, but she found herself straining to keep eavesdropping on the conversation.
“Too soon?” Doctor two continued, watching ‘Riley Browne’ intently.
‘Riley Browne’ glanced around with a clear of his throat, spotting Emma listening to them. Emma immediately flushed in embarrassment at being caught and averted her eyes back to her page, trying to look deeply involved in it. “Who knows,” was ‘Riley Browne’s’ dismissive and non-committal answer, followed by, “I’m taking Bay Four. You can have Mrs Martin with her haemorrhoids in six,” he said and walked away before his workmate could protest.
There was a throbbing in Emma’s ears. She had no idea what to really make of any of that, or if any of it was even relevant to her. But it was too much of a coincidence to ignore. ‘Here, in Oncology’ would be her next stop. She fumbled with her pen, trying to get her concentration back as she furtively looked over her shoulder to watch Dr Browne disappear down the ER corridor. Now if only she didn’t suddenly feel like she wanted to throw up from sheer nerves. If this was it, she had been waiting for it for what felt like an eternity.
Dr Riley Browne [pullmysteth] used with permission. Evie Miller [imnodoctor] referenced with permission.
Word Count | 848
| Can’t Hardly Wait
[Follows THIS]
Emma could not believe how hectic her first shift in Princeton was. For some reason, she had convinced herself that Princeton would be some quiet peaceful little town with very little need for paramedic call-outs, but that was only because she was sure it couldn’t be any worse than her team in New York. She couldn’t have been more wrong if she tried. Her new colleagues were great; very friendly and personable. She knew straight away that she was going to fit in just fine. But the shift had been non-stop with a good portion of the call-outs going to Princeton Plainsboro Teaching Hospital.
But the latest call-out had been for nothing more than a broken arm from a local middle school. It was standard practice for schools to call an ambulance where children were injured like that. Emma welcomed the lull. The shift was nearly over and her feet were killing her. At least this kid hadn’t spent the whole trip upchucking green vomit all over the place after ingesting Play-Doh at the day care centre like her first Princeton job. Emma rode in the back with the middle school kid and chatted with him about his favourite cartoons and best teachers to distract him from the pain of his broken arm, but really, the kid didn’t seem too bothered and thought it was ‘way cool’ that he got to ride in the back of an ambulance.
She was now standing at the ER reception station succinctly filling out the ambulance report while her partner readied the ambulance to return to station. She tucked her hair behind her ear, one ear on the radio attached to her belt at all times in case they got called out again for something in their vicinity. It was a nice hospital and she knew over time that she would probably get to know a lot of the ER staff here. It was inevitable when you were a paramedic.
Even just now, a couple of doctors came over to the desk, laughing at something shared between them. Emma glanced up reflexively, discovering they were both really cute. Wow. If there were assets in Princeton like these two hotties, her move wouldn’t seem so stressful after all. “Yeah here, in Oncology,” the taller of the two said with a smirk and shook his head as he reached for his next patient file. He caught Emma watching him and smiled at her. Oh, he was adorable. She had a thing for guys in glasses, and that smile…
“Here in Oncology?” doctor two piped up. “You mean Evie Miller?” He slapped his mate in the arm. “I didn’t know that!” he cried.
Wait, what? Emma blinked. Did he just say Miller? Did he just say Evie? The taller doctor nodded with what Emma could only describe as a shy smile. “Now you do. End of April.” He reached over and picked up a pen from the cup beside the phone.
Doctor two shook his head, laughing. “See? This is what happens when you piss off to another department for months on end. I miss out on all the Riley Browne gossip.” He filched the other guy’s pen and started to use it himself.
“Yeah, well…” was all ‘Riley Browne’ replied with at first and calmly took the pen back. “I’m probably not even back here permanently, so you’ll have to get your gossip from somewhere else.”
Emma was listening to every word, probably staring at them both rudely. Her mind was reeling. Surely not? Surely it wouldn’t be this easy? It had to just be a coincidence. Miller was a damn common name in the United States. Evie could be short for anything, or that could just be a straight name. But wait, wait! He said Oncology! No… no… she couldn’t be a patient… could she? Emma swallowed, trying to focus back on her notes, but she found herself straining to keep eavesdropping on the conversation.
“Too soon?” Doctor two continued, watching ‘Riley Browne’ intently.
‘Riley Browne’ glanced around with a clear of his throat, spotting Emma listening to them. Emma immediately flushed in embarrassment at being caught and averted her eyes back to her page, trying to look deeply involved in it. “Who knows,” was ‘Riley Browne’s’ dismissive and non-committal answer, followed by, “I’m taking Bay Four. You can have Mrs Martin with her haemorrhoids in six,” he said and walked away before his workmate could protest.
There was a throbbing in Emma’s ears. She had no idea what to really make of any of that, or if any of it was even relevant to her. But it was too much of a coincidence to ignore. ‘Here, in Oncology’ would be her next stop. She fumbled with her pen, trying to get her concentration back as she furtively looked over her shoulder to watch Dr Browne disappear down the ER corridor. Now if only she didn’t suddenly feel like she wanted to throw up from sheer nerves. If this was it, she had been waiting for it for what felt like an eternity.
Dr Riley Browne [pullmysteth] used with permission. Evie Miller [imnodoctor] referenced with permission.
Word Count | 848