The Doctor's Undoing. Gina WilkinsЧитать онлайн книгу.
again. Haley was committed to making sure the class stayed connected as much as possible during these final two years of medical school. If it were up to her, they’d probably have monthly pep rallies designed to keep up morale and increase classmate bonding, he thought with a smothered grin.
“You are planning to go, aren’t you?” she asked when he didn’t immediately respond.
He shrugged. “Probably. I figure you’ll come after me if I don’t show up.”
She smiled. “You could be right.”
She had a pretty smile. It was one of the first things he’d noticed about her when they’d met. She’d sat beside him in their first class and their hands had collided when they’d both reached to plug in their computers to the same outlet. She’d smiled, and his heart had given a funny thump. He still remembered their first conversation.
“Aren’t you excited?” she had asked.
“I guess.”
“And a little nervous?”
He’d had no intention of letting her see that he was scared spitless. He had shrugged and drawled, “Nah. I figure if I bomb at doctoring, I can always become a mortician.”
Haley had blinked a couple of times, then smiled again. “We aren’t going to bomb. Not if we give it all we’ve got. Maybe we can work together sometime. We’ll find a few others who want to form a study group.”
He had realized immediately that he was sitting next to a cheerleader. It had been no surprise to learn in coming months that she had, indeed, been a cheerleader throughout school—not to mention senior class president, “Most Likely to Succeed” and a homecoming princess. Far from being one of the “mean girls,” Haley had probably been popular with everyone in her school. Teachers, other students, cafeteria workers, custodians—she’d have been equally pleasant to all of them, and she would have had their vote for any position she ran for. She just had that way about her.
There’d been times when her we-can-do-anything attitude had irked him. Especially when his own confidence and morale had been lowest. When he’d been convinced he would have to drop out of medical school and return to east Arkansas with his tail between his legs, proving his family right in their predictions that he would never make it all the way through.
It hadn’t taken him long to find the right tone to chip through Haley’s cheery optimism. He seemed to have a knack for setting off her temper, which most people probably never even saw. Yet as much as they irritated each other at times, he wasn’t at all sure he’d have made it through those first two years without her. And the rest of the study group members, too, he amended quickly.
They talked about the tailgate party plans for a few minutes, and then Haley set down her chopsticks. “I can’t eat any more. I’d better go home and study.”
“Yeah, me, too. You know, you could come over to my place. We could have some dessert, study a couple hours.”
She had studied at his apartment many times during the past two years. He wasn’t sure she’d ever been there without any other members of their study group, but it wouldn’t be so different with just the two of them, right? Just because he and Haley were the only ones of their group on this rotation didn’t mean they couldn’t still be study partners.
So why did she look so surprised by his suggestion? “Um—your place?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Yeah. You remember—the loft apartment with the bare gray walls? The couch you said looks like it came through World War II—and lost?”
She sighed. “I remember your apartment. I was just…I really need to go home. I have to do laundry tonight or I’ll be doing rounds in cutoffs and a T-shirt tomorrow. Maybe we can study together another night?”
Something was definitely on Haley’s mind, but he suspected it would do him no good to ask her again what was bothering her. He simply nodded and stood to escort her to the door. They were both parked in front of the coffee shop; he accompanied her down the sidewalk to her car.
He placed a hand on her shoulder to detain her when she opened her car door and prepared to climb in. “Haley—”
She glanced at his hand, then his face. “Yes?”
“You know if there’s anything bothering you, I’m here for you, right? I mean, if you want to talk or if there’s anything you need…”
She went very still for a moment, then made a face, looking more like herself than she had all evening. “Thanks, Ron. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. Just tired, I guess. Really, everything’s fine. But thanks for the concern.”
He searched her face, relieved to see that the smile was back in her eyes now. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. Really. Just tired.”
He chuckled. “Show me a medical student who isn’t tired.”
The smile in her eyes traveled to her lips, which tilted infectiously. “So true.”
His fingers tightened spasmodically on her shoulder. He loosened them quickly, turning the gesture into a friendly little pat. “Still, if there’s anything you need, you’ve got my number.”
“Thanks, Ron.” After a momentary hesitation, she smiled again and slid into her car. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” He stepped back quickly, narrowly missing having her car door slammed on his fingers. “See ya,” he murmured, watching her drive away.
Ron was passing an open hospital room door the next afternoon when a voice stopped him. “Hey. Dr. Gibson.”
Frowning in confusion, he paused and looked around, wondering if he’d misheard.
“Psst. Dr. Gibson.”
Following the sound of the woman’s voice, he stepped curiously into the open doorway. Wrapped in a thin white blanket, Georgia McMillan sat in a recliner near the windows, facing the hallway so she could watch people go by outside her room. An IV stand sat at one side of her chair, two bags dripping into the tubes inserted in her thin arm. On the other side of the chair, an oxygen tank pumped air into the tubes in her nose.
Her breathing rasped in the quiet room, but her smile was impish when she saw that she had his attention. “How’s it going, cutie?”
He grinned. “Fine, thank you, Ms. McMillan. And you?”
“Still hanging in.”
“Is there something I can do for you?”
She crooked a bony finger at him, inviting him into the room. Thinking of the list of tasks his resident had given him to complete within the next hour, he entered. She was probably just a little lonely. As far as he had observed, Ms. McMillan had no family. She wasn’t one of the three patients he’d been assigned—she was Haley’s responsibility—but since he saw her every morning on team rounds, she wasn’t a complete stranger to him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her.
She waved off the question impatiently. “Same as always. Must be better, though, they’re letting me out of here tomorrow.”
“That’s good to hear.” She would be back, he knew, and probably soon. It was obvious even to a third-year student that her health was deteriorating.
“How’s your life outside of work?” she asked, her gaze locked on his face. “You got a girlfriend?”
He chuckled. “No, ma’am, not at the moment. I don’t have time for one.”
“Nonsense. There’s always time for a personal life. Don’t let your job consume you.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“What about that other pretty medical student? Haley? She’s not seeing anyone, either. I asked her.”