Thread: An Unexpected  Reunion  (SithMistress & DeviantAngel)

Aubrey felt her cell phone vibrate in the pocket of her lab coat as she was threading an IV into a patient's vein. Ever the consummate professional, she kept steady and finished the procedure, starting a bag of antibiotics mixed with saline for a man with a gash on his leg. We'll let that run in and check on you in a bit, she assured the man, who was watching every move she made. Ever since she had walked in, the man had been checking her out. How do you feel? Any pain? Not since the morphine. 'Course, having you here helps too. The other doc was a little too abrasive. The man winked at her and Aubrey resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She was hit on several times a day by patients. Even ones who were bleeding profusely and missing fingers. I'll be sure to mention to Doctor Lee that you said so. He enjoys hearing compliments like that. Aubrey stood from the stool she was sitting on and walked out the door. She was just reaching into her pocket to check her cell phone when she saw a few people running to the ambulance Bay. She started running to the bay herself, in time to see a quartet of ambulances screeching into the bay. With the mass casualty incident taking up her time and concentration for the next few hours, Aubrey forgot about her cell phone and the waiting message. After several hours of intense, hard work, she was exhausted when she finally clocked out at the end of her shift at 615. Rather than walk straight to her car, Aubrey decided to avail herself of an amenity the hospital offered its employees. She pushed open the door to the women's locker room and removed her lab coat. She picked out an empty locker and hung her coat on the hook. She then say down on a bench and removed her shoes and socks. Her socks were spattered with blood from the trauma rooms and she put them aside. Her scrubs were also soiled with blood, so she removed them as well and piled them atop the socks. Clad only in a bra and panties, she stood and gathered the bundle of soiled clothing, dropping them in a hamper by the entrance to the showers. The hospital laundry would clean them and put them in the ER clothing closet. She walked into the shower area, a group of stalls obscured by frosted glass doors. She doffed her bra and panties, placing them on a bench in front of the shower stall she had chosen and stepped inside. She took her time showering, washing the days grime from her body, reveling in the hot water cascading down her lithe frame. When she was finished, she pulled a towel from a cart near the stall and dried off, wrapping her copper hair in a separate towel. She gathered her undergarments and walked back to her locker, stopping off at the clothing closet to pull out another set of scrubs and another pair of socks. In her bag, she had another set of undergarments, and she donned them quickly, her modesty lending a sense of urgency as she worried someone would walk in on her. She then dressed in the replacement scrubs and pulled her lab coat back on. Her hand slid into the pocket and she felt her cell phone inside. She paused, remembering the message she had received earlier in the day and pulled it out of her pocket. The message was from an unknown number and she was tempted to delete it without reading, but she paused. 'Might as well see what the spammers are sending me.' So I will be getting off around 7 if you want to meet up. she began reading. Who the hell was this from? A wrong number, perhaps? She continued to read, dismay growing. I know I hurt you and I can't expect you to ever have the same feelings for me that you did back in high school. I went about it the wrong way when we broke up and for that I apologize. If I could go back and change the events that took place then I would. Maybe it wasn't the best idea, but we could have tried the long distance relationship. There were several ways to go about it and I chose the wrong one. I would very much like to get to know each other again. Again I am sorry, I hurt you and there's nothing I can say that can change what had already taken place. Hope to hear from you. It had to have been from Holly. There was no other explanation. Aubrey's exhaustion was forgotten as her heart began to pound. She had to reply. But with what? How could Holly be so cavalier about Aubrey's feelings? She began tapping out a message. I'm sorry I didn't reply sooner. We had a mass casualty alert and all hands were needed. I don't want you to think I'm ignoring you. Aubrey paused, composing the message in her head. I appreciate the sentiment, but you have to understand how I felt. You abandoned me without so much as a warning. I knew you were going off to college, but I was not prepared for you to just vanish off the face of the Earth like that. It hurt me more than anything else has ever hurt. It still hurts. We have a lot to talk about, so maybe we can do dinner tomorrow night after my shift. But, I want you to know how much you hurt me. A tear rolled from her eye as she pushed send. She then dropped her cell phone in her pocket, grabbed her bag and walked out the locker room to her car and, eventually, her home.