Ch. 41 Change

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That night, when I was leaving the hospital, a group of surgeons were waiting by the door. There were at least ten of them, all attending a I'd worked with. The Chief was with them.

"Drinks on us," Dr. Cole smiled.

"I should be-"

Diane's phone rang. She answered it. After a minute she spoke, "Hang on a moment." She handed me the phone. "Grandmother."

I nodded and answered, "Hello?"

"Bridget, why have you been so M.I.A?"

"I've been working. What's up?"

"I need you to stop by the house. We need to talk."

"I've been working for fifteen hours. Why don't you stop by our house tomorrow? I'm on night shift tomorrow."

"Okay. Sounds great. When?"

"Afternoon?"

"Okay. I'll be there."

"Great. Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up and sighed, "You said something about drinks?"

They cheered.

We all left and went to a bar near the hospital. We got a table.

Someone went to order drinks.

We drank for a couple hours, doing shot after shot. We drank drink after drink. We talked and laughed and had a really great time. It was actually really fun. I was surprised at how much fun I had.

When I was completely wasted, Diane spoke, "Dr. Malone, Jake called. He's worried about you."

Jake. Crap.

"You're gonna be in so much trouble," Dr. Adams smiled.

I smiled and stood. I wobbled, but caught myself. I ignored the spinning room and spoke, "I'm going. I'll see most of you tomorrow."

"Bye!" everyone chimed.

Diane and I walked outside, where it had started to rain.

Good. I let it hit me, sobering me up a tiny bit.

I got in the SUV.

Diane followed suit, then we left.

The drive home was short.

When we got there, we got out and went inside.

My scrubs were sticking to me.

Candles were lit up the stairwell. Flower petals lined the stairs.

I looked at Diane.

She shrugged and smiled, "We'll get out of the way."

They went to the kitchen.

I made my way upstairs and went into our room.

Jake was under a sheet. He smiled, "Hey."

"Hi." I closed the door.

"Did you have a surgery?"

"No. The attendings took me out to celebrate the trial's success."

"Oh."

I went into the restroom and brushed my teeth. I stripped down and went back into the bedroom. I crawled into bed beside him. "Speaking of which, we need to talk."

He nodded.

"We're getting married and you have your family and your military base. I have the lumber company... I can't just get up and move to Bethesda."

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