The nurse that walked down the white hallway in crimson heels had a nametag with the name Yvette typed on it. Like all the nurses she worse a green pair of scrubs and held a few medical items in her hands. But she was oddly different. She wore what looked like stiletto heels and had her face tastefully done with a small amount of makeup and lipstick. She walked with an air of superiority and a saucy calmness that just got on your nerves. Her name itself sounded like she was born with a silver spoon jammed into her mouth, and the way she walked just proved it. While all the hospital around her was constantly sparking into chaos she had the nerve to stay perfectly calm and beautiful taking deliberate steps at deliberate moments. You couldn't help but start to grow a loving hatred towards her.
It was May 23 and once again the hospital was in a rush either to go somewhere or to get away from something. As if on Queue she strutted down hallway-11 in wing-H. She caught everyone's eye. I was only an intending at the time and the rumors of her promiscuousness were already enough to get me dreaming about her bare body with that smirk of a smile. I so hated her. While examining a seventy-eight year old leukemia patient I got a tap on the back. I turned around and the owner of the fingers was none other than Yvette. With a wink she said calming,
"Doctor, I need you to check the status of Mr. Darwin. I think his surgery scars are healing well but his fever hasn't gone down."
I didn't want to deal with her right then. I was swamped and Mr. Darwin could've spontaneously combusted for all I cared. Plus, how could I even approach the most gorgeous nurse in the building even when she confronted me first?
"Go find someone else, I need to get through my patients first and Miss. Chamberlain is starting chemotherapy today so I want to make sure she is-" I was cut off mid sentence when a soft set of fingers found their way around my torso.
"But I really need this. C'mon I'll make it worth your while." The goddamned temptress was worse than any of the harpies. And the last phrase "I'll make it worth your while" was too much and I followed her to Mr. Darwin as my mind wondered to the reward I was going to get.
Mr. Darwin was in his mid sixties and had just gotten his gallbladder removed to alleviate pain. I checked his temperature and it was normal, I took it with both an oral then a tympanic finding both reading 98 point 6 degrees. Again the pair of feather soft fingers crept their way around my torso. She was toying with me. I sighed trying to remain calm and stated that Mr. Darwin was in a stable condition and the old man soon nodded off obviously exhausted. The right hand crept up my chest while the left snuck down to the hem of my blue scrubs.
"Its so nice to hear the good news. I guess he must've stabilized when I went to get you" Why was she toying with me? Me of all people, I wasn't the successful doctor that had found a cure to some obscure disease. I wasn't the top-notch surgeon that had broken some time record for a complex procedure. I was just a young intern still trying to get the hang of everything. And she, she was the Venus of the hospital with coal hair that ran down to her hips. Everything was perfect about her. So why tempt me?