Febrile Hot

“You are in your own way hot.”

I checked my neck using the back of my hand. I don’t have fever.

O.O

Was that a compliment or what?

 

You would say I should say “thanks”. Or perhaps get away with jokingly answering “Thank you fan!” as I usually do. But this fan is a bit crazy.

Another crazy girl you say?

 

NO.

 

 

Here’s the spin: he’s GAY!

and crazy as a stray bullet.

 

 

You want to know what I did?

 

ignore

I went on with endorsing my patients for the next shift all the while ignoring what he said.

He was not a friend of mine. Most don’t like him. He’s…. a lot of things.

[I guess I should end it here or else I might give away too many clues]

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“Working with him was sort of like trying to defuse a bomb with somebody standing behind you and every now and then clashing a pair of cymbals together.” —Paul Edgecomb, The Green Mile (Stephen King)

 

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Thank God I am now in a new area: the Operating Room!

 

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