There she is. Her long brown hair cascades around her shoulders. With each nod of her head, the hair bounces along with her. I can't help but stare at her.
"Excuse me, Mr. Hurst?" Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I turn around and face my patient's mother.
"How has my son's therapy been going?" I look down at the little boy as he tries to flex his toes made difficult because of his lifted leg. It was no longer in a hard cast, but still needed to be watched.
"He is doing well. A bit more sessions and he will be fine," I say with a smile. Reassured, she thanks me before I leave to the nurses' station and look at my list for today.
"Who is that?" I ask nonchanlantly. Phoebe, one of the nurses, answers, "She is an artist. The hospital is thinking about hiring her to paint a mural in the pediatric ward."
"Hmm. I wonder what she will paint." From what I remember, her paintings were always beautiful.
"Are you interested in art?" asks another nurse named Tina as she jumps into the conversation. That tone is leading to something.
"Yes." I didn't mention that I was only interested in one particular artist. I never found others' art as fascinating.
"You know, I have a friend who works at the Harvard Art Museum. Want me to see if she could get us tickets for new exbition?" There's the catch. Unlike my two older brothers, I didn't like the attention from women as much. They would revel in the attention and use it to their advantage. I, on the other hand, am more serious with the girls I date and revel in the chase. I love my brothers, but they would just date until they got tired of the girl then break up. I care about the girls I date. Yet how am I the only single one? I clear my heads of the thoughts that had been plaguing me lately. I look at Tina's expectant face. I really don't want to date a co-worker especially one that I know has an agenda. How can I put that in the best way possible?
"I already saw the new collection. Sorry." I feel bad about my total lie when her face drops in disappointment. She lifts her head up and gives me a brillant smile.
"Maybe, we can . . ." she begins, but is interrupted by someone calling my name.
"Is that you, Kai?"
"Sorry, Tina. Maybe, we can finish talking later," I say with a sad smile. She nods her head happily. I walk over to the caller. Looks like I can't come to this floor for a while. I could just get my assistant to get my patients. That's too sad though. I like meeting my patients before bringing them down to the physical therapy rooms. I can get them to relax and get to know me before we get to the hard stuff. Well, you gotta do what you gotta do.
"Thanks, Sasha." I say with a genuine smile. She still looks good. Her style matured into a bohemian style, but I know that it fits her well.
"You're welcome. You always had a problem saying no." I frown at her wistful tone. She continues anyways and says, "It's been a long time. I didn't think I would see you in a hospital in Boston. So what do you do here?"
"I'm a physical therapist." Her face lights up.
"That's the perfect job for you. I always saw you as a caretaker. I'm so proud of you, Kai." I have to say that makes me feel good that she's proud of me. She places her hand on my back, intending to give me a pat or something, but quickly takes it away.
"What about you? Last time I saw you, you were heading to California." I try to hold my hand still as my mind tells me to slap myself for saying too much. Just as I expected, Sasha's face drops as she remembers our break-up. Great. Two women in one day.
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You, Me and My FamilyTeen Fiction
Aitana Hurst is the fourth child of the Hurst family. She is the nice, brainy daughter among three older brothers who rule their high school. Her dad is the chief of police in their small town. Her mom is the principal of the local high school. Her...