Ch. 8 Idiocy

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A week passed and I was a mess.

The closer I grew with the Hamiltons, the more I missed Jake. I missed everything about him. I missed his laugh, his smile, his touch--everything. He was the best man I'd ever met. He was charming and sweet and sexy. I missed him so much.

One evening, I was updating Mr. Hamilton's chart in his room.

"What's got you down, Britt?" he asked.

Yes, we were on a first name basis--we were that close.

"Nothing, Peter. I'm just a little rundown, that's all."

"I thought I was your only patient."

"You are. Not physically rundown, emotionally."

Kelly walked in with a girl.

The girl had brown hair and blue eyes. I knew her immediately--James's sister.

Kelly smiled, "Britt, this is our daughter, Melanie."

I shook her hand. "I'm Britt, your dad's doctor and your mom's intern."

"Nice to meet you, Britt."

"It's a pleasure," I smiled.

A man walked in, a spitting image of James.

"This is our other son, Drew. Drew, this is Britt Malone, my doctor," Peter smiled.

"Your doctor's hot," he smiled, looking me over.

"Drew!" Kelly reprimanded with wide eyes.

"What? She is!" he gasped.

I looked at Peter. "How are you feeling this evening, Peter?"

"Kind of sore."

"Can you show me where?" I asked.

He pointed to his stomach.

"Tell me where it hurts, okay?"

I felt his stomach.

He gasped in pain.

I stopped and looked at Kelly. "I'm going to run a couple tests, take some blood. As you know, he shouldn't be in that much pain a week post-op."

She nodded.

I couldn't help it. I had to ask. "Is James on his way, too?"

"No, I couldn't get a hold of him," Kelly sighed.

"Fifty bucks, he's hiding from you, because he tore his stitches," I smirked.

She laughed, "You're on. God, he probably did."

I smiled, "Do you want me to call him? You know, in case he just doesn't want his mother checking in?"

"You don't mind?"

"No, of course not. He should be here for his father."

Peter smiled at me.

"I'll go get my kit and I'll be back to take some blood, okay?"

He nodded. "Thank you."

"My pleasure."

I went to the nurses' station and got my phone out. I walked out of ear shot and dialed Jake's number.

The phone rang and rang. Finally, he answered, "Hello?"

"Jake, it's Britt. Don't hang up."

"I would never hang up on you, Britt... Is everything okay?"

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