Ugh. Was I making the right decision?
Yes.
Grabbing my bag and file, I stepped out of the car, into TCH.
The place was bright and busy.
Large, glass windows lined one wall, allowing natural light to flood the space. Colorful artwork adorned the walls, providing small bursts of warmth amid the clinical atmosphere.
The reception desk buzzed with activity as calls were answered and visitors were directed.
Sitting in the reception, I put a call through to the woman I was supposed to meet. I told her I was there, and in a few minutes, she joined me.
When I told father about my plan, he gave me her contact, saying she was an old friend and would link me up.
“Good morning, ma’am.” I greeted her as I stood with my bag.
“Lyric, dear. How’re you doing?”
“I’m fine.”
She accessed me. “The name is Helen. Congratulations, on becoming the Luna of Darkspire.”
I bit my lip as I lowered my eyes.
What I should be getting was sympathy, not congrats.
She led into the elevator where we went up to the fourth floor.
“Your father tells me you’re quite good at what you do” Helen said as we walked down the corridor.
“Yes. And I love helping people.” I was a little distracted by the glimpse of sick people I saw through the windows. “Then, I believe you’ll be of great help here.” We stopped in front of a door. “She is the head of this department. I already told her you were coming and put in a good word for you. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get this.” She winked at me. Knocking once on the door, she opened the door to a familiar face behind the desk. I froze for a moment as I locked eyes with Marta.
Huh? She was the head of this department?
“Hello, Marta. She’s the lady I told you about,” Helen introduced, stepping into the room ahead of me.
“Oh.” Marta seemed surprised. Then displeased.
Forcing my legs to move, I made my way into the office, my fingers fiddling with the strap of my bag.
Helen winked at me and left.
“Lyric.” Marta’s voice held no warmth. “Take a seat.”
I did.
Glancing at her, a bitter memory from that night resurfaced, reopening healing wounds.
Four nights ago, on the night Jaris and I had mated, I had been heading to his room to see if I could get an answer from him. Then, I found Marta leaving.
She was wearing a red revealing dress, trying to straighten her ruffled hair. I didn’t need anyone to tell me those lips had been kissed. And when saw me, she had worn a triumphant smile.
I was beyond wounded. I couldn’t believe that Jaris had slept with her on a night like that. I understood that we were not supposed to have any form of romance, but how could he disrespect our bond like that?
“You want to work here?” Marta asked, pulling me out of my painful trance.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, forcing my composure on. “Yes.”
“Why?”
I scoffed. “What do you mean ‘why? Why do doctors work here?”
Her expression turned rigid. “I am interviewing you, Lyric. So, I’d suggest you watch your words.”
Right. I suppressed the urge to roll my eyes. “I want to work here because I want to help people, as much as I can.”
Her gaze lingered on me before she lowered them to my file. She frowned. “You haven’t worked in a hospital before?”
The question made me a little edgy. “Um….I have. I just… I didn’t get to have it on my resume.”
“Why’s that? Were you kicked out or what?”
I didn’t give an answer.
“Where was this?”
Oh, no. I couldn’t answer that. Nobody could ever know where it was or what I had done there.
“I’m sorry, I can’t answer that.” I lowered my eyes to my legs.
‘I didn’t need to look up at her to know she was displeased.
“Well, I guess I’m also sorry,” she closed my file, sliding it to me. “But we don’t accept amateurs here in TCh. So, I can’t accept you.”
LYRIC
“How can you even say that?” I scoffed with disbelief. “I’ve been treating your son. You’ve seen how good I am.”
“I’ve seen you perform little tricks and don’t even know the source of your knowledge.”
“Little tricks? I’ve done things you or no one else has been able to do in years. You can’t just make a mockery of that.”
Her eyes turned colder. “I told you no! These are the standards of TCH. It’s not like I put them in place. So, why don’t you take that and leave?”
My hands balled into fists. How could I be rejected so easily?
Marta was nothing like the woman that had called me to the garden and spoke peace’. Now, she acted as if that night never happened.
“I was hoping you’d give me a try, at least.” I pressed. “It’s unreasonable to just dismiss me without seeing my potential. And you of all people know my potential. You know what I can do.”
She rolled her eyes and picked up another file. “For acquaintance’s sake, don’t tell me I’ll have to throw you out of here.”
Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing an anxious nurse. “Ma’am, we have an emergency!”
1 followed Marta and the nurse out of the office.
“It’s the only son of a beta. He was involved in an accident where a vital organ was affected. He doesn’t have a wolf yet, so we’re afraid we might lose him,” the nurse briefed Marta as they hurried to the emergency ward.
I went there with them, and my heart shattered at the sight before me. His throat was torn open, making him struggle for air. He also had big open wounds on his stomach and other parts of his body. The boy was wailing and writhing on the bed, and I didn’t want to imagine how painful it must be for him.
Marta rushed in and joined the others that had been holding him down.
“Get me a saline IV and prepare for immediate intubation!” She demanded.
That familiar feeling hit me. Instantly, I knew the quickest solution to his problem.
I went into the ward to meet Marta. “Create a hole by the side of his neck and put a tube to secure it.”
She glared at me while keeping her hands busy. “What’re you saying!? That’s a dangerous spot. He’ll die immediately!”
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