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Ellie is a bright and bubbly, yet dedicated new nurse in the Emergency Department at Chicago Medical Institute. Dr. Harry Styles, meticulous, hardworking, and driven, is the head of the department. Ellie's little q...
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Bright and early, 7:00 AM, I was ready to start the day shift, stethoscope around my neck, phone clipped to my scrubs, badge at my chest. I walked out of the locker room to report, but I had a sad realization - I would have to build all new friendships during this shift. I was seriously starting to get bummed out, but then I heard a familiar voice. "Since when do you work days?"
I turned and found Ian standing inches from me. I secretly cheered, but I calmly said, "I can't believe I forgot to tell you. I got switched for now. Nights were...well, let's just say they weren't working out for me."
"I'm guessing that had something to do with Dr. Styles," he said, fighting off a smirk.
"Don't be silly," I laughed a little too loudly. "Give me the rundown on the best residents to work with and other nurses to watch out for," I said in a much quieter voice.
He whispered into my ear, pretending to be secretive, but he simply said, "Just be yourself and everyone will love you."
The day shift was a noticeable contrast to the night shift. The daytime patients seemed more orderly, more collected maybe, and just a little less insane. The night shift seemed to lure all the crazies in at once. Of course, it was fun to work alongside Ian; not literally, but we definitely interfaced more often than I had ever done with Harry during the night shift.
Afterwards, I had just clocked out and was getting ready to leave when he walked in. Harry.
"Hello, Ms. Jansen," he said. "Getting ready for tonight?"
"No," I said happily. "As a matter of fact, my shift is just ending. See you later." And I walked out with a huge grin on my face.
Ian asked me out again, so here I was, standing in front of the mirror in my room, contemplating which outfit to wear. He hadn't given me a clue this time, so I was hoping "upper casual" was still a good bet. The weather had started to cool off a little, so I decided it was time to retire my most summery clothes for the season. I dug out one of my favorite sweaters to pair with a plain t-shirt and jeans. I'd wear nicer shoes so I wasn't too under-dressed.
This time, Ian came to my door holding a bouquet of my favorite flowers.
"I love Gerber daisies," I gushed, carrying them to the kitchen to put them into mason jar. "You didn't have to," I told him. "But thank you, they're lovely. A nice burst of color before everything starts dying."
"You're welcome," he replied. "So, you liked Greek food. Do you think you'll like Mediterranean?"
"Um, yeah, sure," I said, feeling adventurous.
"All right. The Purple Pig it is!"
"The Purple Pig?" I said, laughing as I put on my sweater. "Sounds like a place on Sesame Street."
"Oh, no, my dear Ellie," Ian said smoothly. "It's much more sophisticated than it sounds. A culinary adventure awaits." I giggled and accepted his arm as we made our way to his car.
