You Make It Easy

Hard Time.

"Are you upset you didn't?"

"No, he showed me who he really is. I think he's a great guy. He was so great to me up until he wasn't. But I think he taught me that I'm okay to be alone. I love my job. I worked my ass off to be in the position that I'm in. He made it seem like it was him or my job. My job isn't replaceable. People are."

"You'd pick your career over a relationship?"

"No. They are equal to me. I know there are people out there that can be okay with my career and work being at the same tier as them. I've seen it happen before."

I silence my phone as I watch Christian trying to call me once again. I continue typing my patient's report when it starts ringing again.

He'll keep calling. Or he'll move over to texting. I hold my phone in my hand and take a deep breath before I answer him.

"Christian, I'm at work. Stop calling," I tell him as I answered his fifth phone call of the day.

"It's a Saturday."

"I'm aware. What do you want?"

"I want to talk. I think it's time we talk."

"I can't do that right now. I'm at work."

"Well, when?"

"I don't know."

Our code blue alarm starts going off. I look at the big screen to see what room I need to be in. I start jogging around the ER to the room, "I can't talk right now. I have to run a code."

I hang up on him, shoving my phone into my pocket. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know. He started seizing then we lost his pulse."

I go through his chart. "What's he in for?"

"Heart attack."

"Where's his EKG?"

"We were just getting to that. We didn't have time."

This is why I stay away from working on weekends. "He's in dysrhythmia. Move."

Two of them step back so I can get in. I shock him twice. I get his rhythm back. I go into the medicine cart and get what I need.

I inject medicine through his IV. "Get an EKG now. That should've been on him. Intubate and sedate him. I'll check back in ten minutes."

Walking out to my car, I unlock it and put all of my bags in the back. I stayed way longer than I normally do. I'm exhausted. I need to get home to my bed.

I start my car but the engine doesn't turn over. I try again and again. Of course. The night I need to crawl into bed the most is the night my car won't start.

I lock my doors and scroll through my contacts. I'd rather not call a tow truck. I'm sure it just needs to be jumped.

My parents are too far away, and so is my brother. Bridget and Josh are in Chicago for the weekend. My sister has a child and can't help. Anne lives too far away so I won't bother.

I'd suggest Christian but I don't know if he'd help. Maybe but it's a wild card. I did hang up on him today. I am curious as to if his game is done.

I check and sure enough, they're done. I'd like to think he would help. I really just want to get home.

I call him and he answers immediately, "Maya? What's up?"

"Would you do me a favor?"

"Of course."

"I feel bad asking."

"What is it?"

"My car won't start. I really just need to get home."