The rest of the night was spent sleeping and trying to get Bella
to eat. However, she was so fearful of throwing up that she wouldn’t eat more
than a few bites of a cracker or a sip or two of broth. The next morning, Bella
was as weak as a kitten but determined to be able to work the midnight shift. I
knew it wasn’t going to happen. This strain of the flu was brutal and kicked
many people on their asses. As much as I hated doing it, I already spoke with
Angela and she agreed to cover Bella’s shift. That’s if I can convince my girl
that it’s in her best interest to stay home.
It was nearly seven in the evening and Bella was trying to shower.
However, she had not really eaten and was still very dizzy, running a low-grade
fever and was exhausted. “I don’t know how I’m going to make it through my
shift,” she grumbled as she dragged her feet.
“Simple. Don’t go in,” I said as I leaned against her headboard.
Bella shot me a look. “Bella, you haven’t eaten anything in how many days?”
“I don’t know. Two?” she answered.
“You’re running a fever and you are seriously too weak,” I
rationalized. “Could you run a code without passing out?”
“Um, I could run the code but would collapse afterward,” she said
as she ran her hand through her long brown hair.
“Bella, you need to rest. Just one more night. You’ll be fine
tomorrow,” I said.
“Edward, I need my paycheck. My savings is dwindling,” she
frowned. “I’m not paying for my dad’s bills, now. But I’ve got my own. I’d like
to get a laptop or something and I can’t do that if I don’t have money. That
clothing spree really killed my bank account.”
“Bella, I’m going to tell it to you straight. If you go in, you’d
be a danger to your patients. What if you’re so tired and you give the wrong
medication to the wrong patient,” I said. “For certain you’d get time off…you’d
be suspended. Without pay. Please, sweet girl. Angela already offered to take
your shift.”
Bella pursed her lips and glowered at me. “When did you ask her?”
“At lunch,” I smiled crookedly. Panty dropper smile, don’t fail me now. Bella huffed and crossed
her arms over her very voluptuous breasts. She sat down at her desk and
continued to scowl at me. “Bella, please? Do you want to know why I worked for
three days straight? Because of this very reason. Sick doctors. This flu is
awful and it lingers. Ang would probably be fine with switching a few shifts
with you if you need the money. But you cannot go in tonight.”
“Let me talk to Ang,” Bella said tersely. She got up and shakily
left her room. I listened and Angela reiterated what I just told Bella, saying
that she was in no state to work. If her fever broke, she could go in on
Tuesday, her next scheduled day for work. Begrudgingly, Bella acquiesced and
came back into bedroom. She sat down at the her desk and leaned on her arms.
“You’re mad at me,” I frowned.
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