Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62488 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
The baby in his arms started to cry, and he thrust her into my arms, not caring that I was bleeding all over the place.
I took Emily in my good arm, curling her into the crook of my elbow as I stared at the two people in front of me.
Smiling, I turned my head down to look at Emily.
Her blue eyes were open and she was staring at me with intelligence.
I could swear that she knew exactly what was going on.
“Your parents are in love with each other,” I told the little beauty in my arms.
Emily gurgled and spit started to slide out of the corner of her mouth.
I reached for the bib she wore around her neck but froze when my arm started to protest.
“Ouch,” I groaned.
“You need anything?” a soft voice asked.
I looked up to see those pretty blue eyes belonging to the blonde from earlier looking directly at me.
I smiled at her.
“No, not right…” I started, but then stopped short when Emily chose that second to projectile vomit across the room.
And all over the nurse’s feet.
The nurse laughed, but that laughter abruptly cut off when the nurse that’d told this one to go gather supplies showed up.
“God, you’re a mess. Get out of here and go clean up. Make sure you clock out while you do it,” she ordered, pushing the pretty nurse.
My brows furrowed.
“You’re going to make her clock out for something a patient did?” I asked shortly.
“You did this?” Bitchy nurse asked.
I shook my head. “No, my niece did it. However, that’s not something you can clock her out for when it happened on the job.”
The cute nurse, Freya C., as it read on her nametag, looked at me with relief in her eyes.
Thank you, she mouthed.
I winked and turned back to the bitch.
“Yes?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“Freya, clean up this mess,” she ordered then walked away.
“You’ll have to forgive Annette,” Freya murmured softly. “She’s had a rough time of it lately.”
I didn’t say anything; instead, I took the paper towels she’d handed me and started to wipe of Emily’s chin.
“Oh my God,” another nurse said, pushing in close so she could get a better look at Emily. “She’s so cute!”
Freya was pushed to the side and her balance swayed to one side.
To save herself form putting her ass into the vomit, she had to throw her hands to the side and catch herself.
I scowled at the woman.
“Move,” I ordered.
The woman, startled by the abruptness of my words, backed away. Right into Freya.
This time Freya really did slip.
“Ahhh,” Freya cried, planting her entire leg into the throw up.
I winced and hopped down off the cot, my body protesting as I did.
“God, you’re sick,” the new nurse said to Freya. “And clumsy.”
And that’s when I realized I was on the set of Mean Girls.
“Get the fuck away from me,” I snapped. “Now.”
The woman left, tossing mean looks at Freya, as if she was the reason for her predicament, the entire way to the nurse’s station across the room.
She converged on the bitchy nurse from earlier, and together they whispered as they pointed at the poor girl at my feet.
“Here,” I offered my hand. “Let me help you.”
She wouldn’t take it since it was my injured hand; instead she leveraged herself up and hurried over to the sink where she started to viciously wash her hands.
Her shoulders hunched in, and I could tell she was only a short minute away from crying.
The poor girl’s ugly red shoes with the holes in the top probably weren’t feeling too good, either.
Freya slipped on some gloves, then went about washing her shoe, being sure to get into each and every crevice of the shoe.
Then she took out the little plug things. One was a Santa Claus, the other was a gingerbread man.
On her other shoe she had a Christmas tree and a candy cane.
“You like Christmas?” I asked her.
She looked over her shoulder at me.
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I do.”
“I can tell,” I teased her.
She even had Santa Claus earrings on.
“Freya!” the rude cow from the nurse’s station called. “I need you in room four for a linen change. Mr. Anderson had another accident.”
Freya’s shoulders slumped, and it was then I realized that I couldn’t watch those two bitches do this to her.
I couldn’t let her go do this with vomit still in one shoe.
Except the little girl in my arms started to cry, and I looked to the parents to my right and saw Kitt crying with Apple holding her and talking to her softly.
“Fuck,” I sighed. “Fucking fuck.”
“Language!” my sister managed to cry through her tears.
The nurse bitch that was so rude to Freya the first time came over carrying a tray in her hand.
She set it down on the rolling table at my bedside and started to unfold a package.