I'm at work charting on my computer and the phone rings. I look at the caller ID and it says ER, never a good sign.
I apprehensively pick it up and say, "Hello! This is Amanda, may I help you?"
The person on the other end identifies themselves and says they're gonna need someone to come down because an ambulance is bringing someone in who delivered on the side of the road. She said the lady had pulled over with her blinkers on and a cop stopped to see if she was ok and helped deliver the baby after calling for an ambulance. I grab my stethoscopes and head down to the ambulance bay. After a few minutes had passed, I see the flashing red coming nearer.
An ambulance backs in and the doors open. An EMT pops out and you pop out in full uniform helping the emts unload a stretcher. There's a woman holding a sleeping newborn. The infant is wrapped in what appears to be your police officers jacket. The EMT comes over and hands me the chart. I ask what happened and the EMT waves for you to come over. Your face is lit up, full of excitement and energy. As we wheel the stretcher towards the elevator, you tell me about how you saw an SUV driving erratically and pulled them over.
When you approached, you saw the woman sweating and breathing fast and clenching the wheel. You knew without question she was in labor and called for an ambulance. You then assisted her to lay down in the back of the SUV and luckily she was in a dress. The baby was already crowning and within a few pushes was born. All you had to wrap the baby in was your jacket, so you did. At this point we've reached my floor. I tell you 'thank you and well done' with a smile and wheel the stretcher off to one of the rooms.
I assess the mother and baby very thoroughly. Other than the baby being a little on the chilly side, they are doing remarkably well. I have to draw some lab work and after a while the baby is eating, so I head back to the nurses station to chart.
After a few minutes of clicking away, I hear a deep voice say, "Are they doing ok?"
I look up and see you hovering over the countertop, looking down at me with a big smile. I'm caught off guard a bit as we lock eyes. Now that we are inside with the bright lighting, I really can see how attractive you are. I take a moment too long to reply and you start to frown thinking there's a problem.
I quickly stammer out, "No they're great everything's looking really good."
After, I touch your hand reassuringly on the countertop. You look down at my hand and lock eyes with me again and your smile returns. "Thats awesome! That was quite a night!" you say with a sigh of relief.
You look down, see all my paperwork and charts and say to me, "Looks like you could use some coffee and I know I could too. Care to show me to the nearest pot?"
"I'd love to but the cafe downstairs is still open. They make a better pot," I say with a friendly smile.
I turn to my charge nurse, tell her im going to go on a coffee run, and I'll be back in a few. I walk around the counter and extend an arm showing you the direction we will be walking in.
We walk side by side and you push open the double doors for me to walk thru. I quietly say thanks and we walk to the elevator. We both go to push the button but you beat me to it. We both laugh a little.
You shake your head and say, "Where are my manners?" You extend your hand and continue. "I'm Ryan, well officer Smith but you can call me Ryan".
As I shake your hand the elevators open and we stepped in. "Nice to meet you Ryan. Im Amanda, nurse Amanda but you can just call me Amanda." I say with a slight blush as you laugh again at me. I push the button and we make our quick descent to the 1st floor and walk to the cafe.
There are a few people waiting to place orders, so we make some small talk until it is our turn. I order a peppermint mocha and you order a caramel macchiato. I hold out my badge to pay.
You push my hand away and say, "Oh no, I got this!" You hand the cashier a $10 bill and tell him to keep the change.
We step to the side and I say, "Thank you, but I should be the one buying you a drink after your heroics tonight." You tell me that it's all in a day's work for a cop.
We grab our drinks and as we arrive at the doors someone swings one door open fast and your drink falls and hits the ground, sending your coffee airborne and landing all over both of our pants. They apologize profusely and people are already helping mop up the mess. You look at my soaked scrubs and your pants and ask if there is a place nearby with extra scrub pants. I tell you that usually in the OB lounge they keep extra scrubs in there for the doctors.
We make our journey back upstairs and past my unit where I quickly explain what happened and tell them Im in need of a scrub change. We walk to L&D where I reexplain the situation and they direct us to the lounge area. The on call doctors are sleeping so its empty right now. We go into the small locker room where there's a small cart full of navy scrubs.
I ask for your size and you say large. I pull you out a pair of pants and hand them to you. You walk around the corner and I pull out my size.
As I'm pulling off my pants I'm startled when I hear you just behind me saying, "Oh sorry! I just realized I look ridiculous in this shirt and came to grab a scrub top.