What We Deserve

Part 27: Expense

I worked tirelessly all morning to fix Castro's work.

It wasn't easy either.

The numbers she fudged and new treatments she set up has nearly set an absolute path of destruction and possible deaths for more than half my patients if they continued.

I won't have it.

I won't sit back and allow them to die, despite fighting hard in their beliefs that Castro was a saint of some sort.

With my door having been locked for the entire morning- no one expected it to open up around 2:55 this afternoon- because no one truly knew I was back.

I managed to sneak into my own office this morning- even with Lauren leading the trail with her hot fury.

And.

Even when Max made his appearance just after, no one questioned it.

This all only gave me the advantage to hunker down and make changes.

Which after 8 long hours with no food nor pee breaks- I have finally emerged completed and proud of my efforts.

Striding down the corridor with my bag, the halls have been nicely decorated for Christmas and it instantly comes to my mind that I should do some shopping for Max and Luna.

I mean- they are apart of my life now...not that they weren't before, but now it's on a more personal level.

Not that we weren't personal before.

Huh...my brain is simply going mad at the moment. Too much to think about and very little thought on what I should truly be up too.

My feet disobey my overall thought of finding food and instead have brought me to the conference room, where I would hope that the meeting is already disbanded, but as I pass, I hear it's only beginning.

"Dr. Goodwin, in reviewing all the appropriate documentation's sent to us by FernWay, in regard to Dr. Helen Sharpe, we have been quite overtaken by the amount of progress she has made with them." Ashley Wingate states and I take that as my cue to leave- but once the BUT drops, I do not wish to hear the end results of disgrace.

Sneaking by- though there's no reason too with the mostly shut door, I make my way towards the lobby to visit Ella in Pain de Vie. I heard through the grapevine that she's expecting a baby and honestly...

I'm excited.

But hurt.

I want a baby.

I've wanted a baby for a long while now and sadly- it's never going to happen.

My fast aging uterus is seeing to that perfectly.

It's frustrating to say the least.

"Helen? You're back?" Turning, I find Agnes coming towards me with a clipboard in her hand and a coffee in the other.

"Oh...yes. How have you been?"

"Great- I mean-decent, but I can't complain. Vijay has been allowing me more liberties these days. Been very sidetracked with Ella and everything." Odd.

Why is he sidetracked with....

Oh dear God.

Please tell me he is not the father!

I just...

I don't want to think about him...you know....I'm not thinking about it.

I'm not.

"Oh...why....um...why is that? You think?" I ask and I pray the answer is not a scarring one.

"Because she's pregnant with..."