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God, why could you just not have an easy shift. Just one easy shift, surely that isn't too much to ask. Or maybe it was considering the chaos that is the Emergency Department at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. It was definitely too much to ask considering the idiocy of some of the people you work with.
For some reason, despite most of your colleagues making it through med school, and becoming fully fledged doctors in a residency programme, they decided it was today of all days that they would forget all the basics and bother you with all the dumb questions.
Currently, it was the new med student, Ogilvie, bothering you. “... so if you could go and fix the blood pressure machine, that would be gre-”
Without looking up, you raised your hand slightly, cutting Ogilvie’s words off before he could continue. “No.”
“No? What do you mean no, it needs to be fixed so I practice my observation procedures more.”
“Firstly, no is a complete sentence.” You click out of the chart you were editing, before turning in your chair to face the man (if you could call him that, manchild would be more fitting). “Secondly, I am an attending, your attending if I am correct. Why should I stop what I am doing, which is frankly more important to anything you are spending your time on, to go and fix a machine you broke?”
“Because it needs to be fixed, and you know how to do it. You're meant to be teaching me here!”
You turn back to your computer, “And i’m teaching you google is free. Go bother someone else with your questions.” You wave your hand to dismiss him, before opening up your charts again. You had hoped that he would have gone away after that, but it seems like today none of your hopes are coming true
“Robby also said-”
“I don’t care what Robby said, you can fix a machine yourself. You’re an adult, no?” You keep your back to him as you continue to type. “If Robby has a problem he can take it up with me himself.”
“Robby said for you to take over in South 15. Something about an ortho case.”
“Are you working this case?”
“No.”
“Good,” You once again closed the unfinished charts, before shoving yourself up and past Ogilvie, “I’ll do it then.”
Making your way over to south 15, you catch Ogilvie going back to report his conversation to Robby, probably mentioning your less than kind response, but after watching the man’s bedside manner, and his unwavering need to be right, you really couldn’t muster up the energy to care too much. Because, even you, who can barely tolerate your colleagues most days, can figure out how to have decent bedside manner and have an impeccable patient satisfaction score.
As you walk into the room, you introduce yourself before checking their vitals. “Looks all good to me, so,” You look down at their chart, “...Danny, what brought you in here today?”
Before the patient could respond, Brendon decided to cut in. “Could it be the protruding tibia?”
“It most certainly is Ma’am,”
“And how did you do that?”
“I fell off my bike coming down I-376 and yeah… my leg bone is not meant to be like that.
Brendon tries not to laugh, especially as you make eye contact with you. “Yeah, the ‘leg bone’ definitely is not meant to be like that.”
“I’m so sorry if this is inappropriate,” Danny says, still looking at you,” But this might be the painless talking. You are such a good nurse, and you're really pretty. Could I maybe take you out after this?”
You heard a thump and Brendon tossed the chart onto the chair beside him. Despite the anger on his face, he managed to keep a cool, calm tone. “No you may not. You are a patient, you cannot ask out your doctor.” He moved to make eye contact with the patient. “And you definitely don't want to ask out the wife of the other doctor who is about to operate on your open fracture.”
“Danny, someone will be in to prep you for surgery shortly. Dr Park and I will see you in the operating theatre.”
You turn and walk away, not having to look behind you to know that Brendon was following you. As you leave South 15 and turn into an empty corridor, you find yourself starting to smile for the first time today.
“You didn’t have to be so harsh, Bren.”
He huffed, “Don’t lie, you enjoyed it.”
“I did,” you say, leaning into his side, “But I am going to enjoy being out of the ED more. Everyone here has been so stupid today. I cannot bear their idiocy anymore, especially that Ogilvie. You know he asked me to fix a blood pressure machine he broke so he could practice more.”
“That’s what you get with med students.” Brendon pressed a kiss into your hair, before taking your hand into his and walking up the stairs. “Besides, this surgery is going to take at least a couple of hours, your shift will be done by then.”
“It better be, I’m leaving either way.”
“I know you will, baby.”