Trauma Center ((Closed))

[ChaosDAmore]

Henry Carr had been brought into the Trauma Center for a rather unusual reason. The man had been changing a fluorescent light bulb like any other day at his small real estate office. The box of fluorescent bulbs with sitting next to him with the bulbs sitting upright. Something had gone terribly wrong during this simple and routine task though. Henry had fallen off his small step ladder and landed on top of the box of fluorescent bulbs. Glass shards were scattered across his abdomen and some pieces had managed to get lodged inside his abdominal wall. Getting all the shards out of his abdominal wall was going to be tricky but he was in the most capable hands.

St. Mary's Hospital was opened in 1932 and was used to house the mentally unstable. The hospital had a horrible reputation as an asylum. It seemed more patients died within the walls of the asylum rather than left. In the late 1940s, the asylum had caught fire and sustained serious structural damage. Only months later, the city condemned the asylum for being unsafe to live in and the asylum was closed down. The old building was left standing for nearly 25 years before George Broomhower purchased the property. Mr. Broomhower was a surgeon who decided to open his own practice. The office did so well and everything seemed to snowball into place for Mr. Broomhower. Now the building was one of the respectable hospitals in the United States. Everyone who worked there were the best in their fields.

Dr. Collins went rushing into the OR to scrub up for the surgery on Mr. Carr. The patient was already in the operating room and was being prepped for surgery by the nurses when Dr. Collins walked into the operating room. She glanced over the patients chart for a moment then looked to the vitals monitor. His vitals were strong as Dr. Collins began the surgery. She grabbed the forceps and started to carefully pull the shards of glass out of his abdomen. With a smile, she saw the exterior glass was gone but there was still the task of opening him up to inspect his abdominal wall. Dr. Collins grabbed the scalpel and made an incision on his abdominal wall then began her hunt for more glass. After a while of searching his abdominal wall and only finding two pieces of glass, she was confident that he was good to be closed up. She closed up his major incision then left the nurses to tend to the smaller cuts.

With a sigh, she headed out of the operating room then cleaned herself up at the sink before heading to the snack area. Dr. Collins was starving and her stomach could not let her forget that any longer. The vibrating of her cell phone caused her to jump as she entered the snack area. She grabbed her phone and smiled slightly as she answered the phone. The person on the other end of the phone was her fiancee who she loved dearly but their relationship was getting tougher as time passed. The more time she spent at the hospital was less time that she spent with him and that didn't sit well with him. After a brief conversation with him, she hung up the phone with an annoyed look on her face. Jeanine sat down at the small table and ate her crackers with a heavy sigh.

 

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"Ma'am! Ma'am! I need you to calm down for two seconds." Cambin said, holding up two fingers to illustrate his point. "You need to tell me what happened here if I'm going to have any chance of helping whoever's in trouble..." The woman kept crying hysterically for a moment longer before sniffling and coming back to her senses. "My husband! He's been shot!! He's in the bathroom... I think he might be dead." At that her little girl, couldn't have been more than eight years old began crying her eyes out. "Ahh shittt..." Cam mumbled under his breath as he grabbed his bag, strong legs carrying him quickly into the house.

This wasn't the best neighborhood to live in, and Cambin found himself drawn out here quite often to try and help these people who just kept doing their best to kill each other. He was a paramedic, one step above an EMT, and he knew in his heart of hearts that he was a fucking maniac to do this job. To suit up and drive out to places like these and see the worst that humanity could do to each other day after day would test even the most hearty of men. He loved his job though, like most EMTs and Paramedics he was an adrenaline junkie and the thrill of saving someone from death gave him a godlike rush. Most people would be the first to tell you though that Cambin was very down to earth. He didn't let the hero factor go to his head, even if it was the main reason he did the job.

His partner followed close behind, they were chasing the long standing record for most consecutive saves in a row. They were three away now, most of that being luck rather than skill. They hadn't been called out to an impossible situation in a long time and it had gone a long way to helping them secure their current run. Plus they were just damn good. Cambin drew to a stop as he entered the bathroom swearing loudly. "Goddamn I wish she had actually said he was USING the bathroom when he was shot.." He grumbled as he took in the man slumped on the toilet, nearly dead from two gunshot wounds to his pronounced belly. "He's gone into shock. Let's get moving, he's in bad shape." The next ten minutes were very touch and go as they worked frantically to stabilize the poor man, Cam and Dave doing their best to avoid his downstairs area. "This fucking guy stinks.." Dave finally said, wiping a hand across his forehead as they hefted him onto the stretcher, wheeling him out towards the waiting ambulance. "Ma'am, you're husbands stabilized. He's still in a lot of danger, but I'm not going to let him die on me." He said, putting a hand on her shoulder. It went a long way towards calming her and she nodded gratefully.

Cambin hopped in the back of the ambulance and they peeled out, sirens blaring as they headed towards St. Mary's. Cambin did everything he could in the back, keeping the man stabilized as they ran red lights and swerved around corners. "Careful wanker!" Cambin yelled out playfully to Dave, "We're too close to the record for you to wreck it with your driving!" Cambin laughed as he saw Dave's middle finger answering his taunt. Several minutes later they pulled up to the hospital, rushing the man inside. "I've got two gunshots to the abdomen! Get him admitted quick!" Cambin yelled, handing the case off to the hospital staff. He watched as they pushed him away, grinning slightly. "Well... it's not official quite yet, but TWO AWAY!" He said, raising his fist triumphantly. "I'm thirsty as shit and guess whose turn it is to do the paperwork?" He shoved Dave towards the reception desk and the waiting stack of admittance forms before retreating to the break room.

He entered just in time to see Dr. Collins closing the cell phone, looking annoyed. She was a breath of fresh air in a hospital mostly populated by old white men. He smiled at her as he walked over to the soda machine, grabbing himself a cold cola before hopping over the couch and landing on the cushions roughly. "Long night Dr. Collins?" He asked, popping open the soda and taking a long pull.

 

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The sound of Cambin's voice calling out to her forced Jeanine to jump slightly. She had been so lost in her annoyance with the nights progression, she hadn't even noticed that Cambin was in the room with her. A small laugh came out of her as she nodded a bit then shook her head. "You have no idea. People are coming in for the dumbest reasons and that wonderful thing called a fiancee is just being obnoxious. He's complaining that I'm spending too much time here." Jeanine laughed then stood up from the table to take a seat next to Cambin on the couch. Most of the nurses in the hospital were head over heels for Cambin. He was a gorgeous man by anyone's standards and the nurses had tried to push Jeanine into asking Cambin out but she never had. It probably for the best that she hadn't. She had heard stories about Cambin and his many girlfriends.

A small laugh rang through the room as Jeanine remembered one of her craziest patients of the night. "So this guy comes into the ER claiming that his ex-girlfriend had stolen his soul and set it on fire. He thinks this because his throat is on fire. I had the hardest time convincing this guy that he had a bad case of gas. Man, that guy was a trip." She shook her head with a laugh then stood up from the couch and stretched. "I better get running. I'm in risk of falling asleep in here if I don't." Jeanine smiled to Cambin then threw her package of crackers away before heading back into the chaos of the Trauma Center. She could only sit and wait for the next patient to come wheeling through the doors.

 

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Cambin grinned at Jeanine as she was startled by the sound of his voice. He chuckled softly as she turned towards him. Her black hair flowing towards him as she turned, seemed like it was moving in slow motion like in the movies. Cambin blinked as her eyes made contact with his. She had very beautiful emerald ones, that always took Cambin aback when he saw them. Whoa there cowboy, calm down. He said with an almost unnoticeable shake of his head. She was engaged, and he was in a semi-committed relationship at the moment. Still he couldn't deny she was gorgeous, and at one point the EMTs even had a running pool to see how could get with her first. No one had been paid.

Cambin laughed as he listened to her story, interested in the part where she mentioned getting into a fight with her fiancee. "Yeah things have been pretty odd between Emily and me lately. I think she's getting a little tired of the late nights. But hey, we're chasing the dream." He said winking slightly as he referenced the record he and Dave were chasing. "But your story has nothing on mine, tonight we had to resuscitate a fellow who had been shot two times while taking a dump. He was just slumped there, pants around his ankles. Smell like you wouldn't believe. Dave just about popped... I guess I did too.." He smiled as she excused herself. He sighed as he watched her hips move while she walked. "Slow down cowboy..." he said quietly to himself again as he rose, stretching and grabbing the TV remote.

The rest of the night passed fairly uneventfully for him. He and Dave weren't needed except to help with some routine operations around the hospital. The night ended and Cambin found himself staring at his phone, Emily's number blinking, his finger on the call button. With a sigh he hit cancel, grabbing his jacket as he prepared to head home, maybe watch a movie or something at home. He saw Dr. Collins signing out at the nurse's station and he moved to intercept her, long strides bringing him up to her easily. "Hey there, how about a pint?" He said with a wink, accentuating his slight Irish accent.

 

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Thankfully, the night went rather quickly for Dr. Collins. There were no emergencies then required her attention and she was so grateful. Just a few sutures and some patients who thought something was wrong with them. She had so many things on her mind at the moment. Jeanine was considering calling off the engagement to Jessie because she was going to be spending so much time at the hospital and that wasn't going to change anytime soon. Jessie was ready to settle down and start a family right away but Jeanine just wasn't ready to start a family. She was still young with lots of living to do. Jeanine wanted to go to a club or bar whenever she wanted without having to find a babysitter or feel guilty about leaving her baby alone. A small sigh came out of her as she signed herself out at the nurses station but before she could leave, Cambin was right up next to her and asking for her to go out for some drinks.

Jeanine laughed some and smiled then looked at her watch with a frown. She probably shouldn't go because she knew that Jessie would not be happy to know that she had decided to go out with a co-worker rather than come home to him. For a moment, she thought about what it would feel like to be a single, attractive women but she had to push those thoughts from her mind since she was not a single women. Nevertheless, she decided to go to the bar with Cambin and have some fun. "Sure, lets go. It'll be fun." She smiled then headed out to the parking lot with Cambin. If anyone saw them leaving together, she could only imagine the rumors that would be started about the two of them. She let out a small laugh then blinked slightly as Cambin opened the door to the old Dodge Charger he drove. The car was restored and it appeared to be perfectly done. "Did you do this yourself or have a shop do it?" She asked while climbing in the vehicle. Jeanine already knew that Cambin had done it himself just because she knew the kind of person he was but she figured it would be a good conversation piece.

 

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Cambin saw her weighing her options in her head as they walked towards the hospital exit. "Come on, yer boy won't mind if you're a little late tonight. 'Sides I'm blowing off Rachel to ask ya." He said with a roguish wink. Things had been sliding downhill between him and Rachel, nothing that couldn't be salvaged, if he felt like it was worth it to repair the rift. But the truth was that with Cambin that job always came first. He'd never had a relationship last very long since he'd become a paramedic and didn't really regret any of the breakups he'd had. Cambin often liked to joke that his relationships were a lot like his job. He'd get in, save them and deliver them to someone else.

He smiled gratefully when Jeanine agreed to go with him. "Thank god, otherwise it would just be me drinking alone, and that wouldn't be depressing at all.." He said with a slight laugh. They walked over to his car, Cambin noticing a couple of looks they received from the other hospital staff as they walked through the parking lot together. Oh boy he thought ruefully to himself as they got to his car. He looked it over carefully before climbing in. He took a lot of pride in his automobile. It had made him the money he'd used to put himself through the medical training he needed to be a paramedic. He ran his hand over the hood as he thought about those days, his brother was following that tradition now.

"Yeah, I rebuilt the thing from scrap. All the body work, all the engine work, took me forever to track down all the parts I needed. But she's my pride and joy." He said, gushing like a 17 year old as he fired the engine up, the powerful 440 vibrating the entire machine, a low deep rumble sounding. "I used to do a lot of racing back in my teen years... before I decided to become a paramedic. He pulled the car out of the parking lot, accelerating quickly away from the hospital, heading into town. "So whatcha in the mood for? A pub? Somewhere fancier?"

 

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Jeanine glanced over at Cambin and smiled slightly, "A bar sounds fine to me. I don't want to get too trashed in a nice restaurant. Wouldn't be too classy of me but then again, I'm engaged and instead of going home to him, I'm going to a bar with you." She laughed slightly as they headed into the city and towards the part of the city where the bars and clubs where. "Have you been to that new bar yet? What's the name of it....................Oh yeah! Fat Tuesday. They just opened one here. I've heard it's fun and they make good drinks." She said then blinked as her cell phone started ringing. It was Jessie and Jeanine had figured it probably was. She hit the ignore button then put her phone on silent before dropping it back in his purse. "Thats gonna be a fun voice mail to listen too. I'm sure the nurses have already called him and told him that I left with you. Oh well, he'll get over it." A small came out of her as Cambin pulled into a packed parking lot. She blinked slightly then looked at him with a smile as he found a parking spot. "This should be fun. I hope that no one from work is here........" She mumbled slightly then climbed out of the car and joined Cambin on the drivers side.

Jeanine received a few looks from the passing guys as she headed inside Fat Tuesday with Cambin. She was glad that there was a conference at the end of her shift, it had given her a chance to change into more appealing clothes. Even her figure did not look that flattering under some scrubs. Her long, black curls were bouncing around her face as her large, green eyes danced around the bar. Now, she was glad that she had gone with Cambin. It was nice to get away from everything and be with an unbiased third party. She grabbed Cambin by the elbow and pulled him to the bar with a laugh. "I will take a Tom Collins and a Kamikaze shot! Put it on my tab", she yelled over the music then handed the bartender her credit card before taking a seat on a bar stool as she waited for Cambin to order and for the bartender to get her drinks.

 

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Cambin just shrugged at her suggestion, figuring one place was as good as another. Cambin was a man who preferred dives generally, only going to the fancier stuff when the urge for chasing tail took him. Which lately had been a bit more. His relationship was falling apart, he knew it. He really liked the girl he was seeing, but Cambin was a restless soul and found it hard to stay well... true. If he'd thought about it more he would have admitted to himself that one of the main reasons he'd asked Dr. Collins out tonight was to just drive a wedge even further into his relationship and make it easier to cast her out of his life. Besides, he wouldn't have minded a chance at that he thought with a grin as he looked at her out of the corner of his eye. He gunned the engine, the car surging ahead, pinning them back to their seats as he headed towards town.

He chuckled slightly at her own mention of her problems with her fiancee. Cambin wondered for a moment if she'd be more open to the idea of... nope, don't even go there he thought with a shake of his head. He pulled up outside the bar, surprised to see it so busy on a Thursday. I guess this place was pretty popular after all. They walked in, Cambin noticing the looks Jeanine immediately got. Figured. He got a couple as well, but she was definitely turning heads. He sauntered up to the bar with her, laughing at her order. "A Tom's Collins? What are you my grandfather?" He turned back to the bartender. "I'll have an Irish carbomb please." He turned and looked across the bar as the man made their drinks. "Dang, this place is pretty popular for a new place..." He looked at all the scantily clad ladies and the popped collared frat douches. "Kind of a meat market too... Oh well, when in Rome..." He shrugged and began chugging his drink.

 

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The liquor poured as Jeanine and Cambin spent the next couple of hours at the bar. Jeanine was feeling pretty high as she moved her body to the beat of the the music and the bass that pumped through the bar. She looked over at Cambin then grinned and grabbed him by the hands. "Come on! Lets go dance!". Cambin was practically pulled to the dance floor by Jeanine but it didn't really seem like he was resisting the opportunity to dance with her. This was the side of Jeanine that most people at the hospital did not see. She was typically the tough and stern doctor that would never be found at a bar and drinking with a man that wasn't her fiancee. Then again, most of the people at the hospital did not know her. She loved going out, having fun and making an idiot of herself. With a sly smile, her arms slipped around Cambin's neck and she positioned herself so one of Cambin's leg was slightly between hers. Her hips began to grind against his with the beat of the music as she grabbed his arms and wrapped them around her waist.

The two of them had started to draw a crowd after a few minutes of dancing so provocatively. Jeanine craned her neck as if she was going to kiss Cambin but before anyone could be sure there was a large hand gripping her arm tightly. A fire flashed through her eyes as the man grabbed her arm but that anger quickly turned to fear as she turned to see her fiancee holding her arm. The look on Jessie's face said it all to Jeanine. He was pissed and it would be hard to talk her way out of this. "We are leaving. Together because we're engaged. We need to have a talk to see if this will work", Jessie practically growled to her before throwing a look to Cambin. She glanced back at Cambin, "Sorry, I'll see you at work", she said quietly before turning to leave with Jessie.

 

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The next couple of drinks went quickly for both of them and before he knew it they were both embarrasingly drunk. The kind of drunk where everything's funny and you can barely keep your hands off each other, and the fact that you know you're supposed to makes it just that much harder. At least that's how Cambin felt as he downed another shot, smiling at the sultry raven haired beauty doing her best to match him drink for drink. "Yer doing surprisingly well fer goin' agains an Irishman.." He said, his words slurring slightly. Damn she was beautiful. Cambin had always sort of wondered with her, whether she was as conservative in other places as she was at work, but she seemed to be loosening up enough right now...

Cambin grinned and faked protested as she grabbed him and pulled him out to the dance floor. "I dont know the first thing about dancing.." he lied, knowing that in a place like this you didn't really dance, just sort of humped against each other. Which, much to Cambin's surprise, was exactly what Jeanine had in mind. A small groan nearly escaped his lips as she pressed against him, his hands tightening slightly around her waist. The things he would do to her if she weren't engaged... He moved to turn her, bring her backside against his now hardening manhood when she was jerked forward. "What the f..." Cambin started, then cringed when he realized what was happening. "Oy, lad, it was just some harmless fun..." Cambin tried to explain to Jeanine's fiancee, but he wasn't interested in listening to him as he dragged Jeanine away. Cambin though maybe he should follow but decided it wasn't really his business. He gave a regretful wave to her as she was hauled out of the club.

Cambin sighed and moved back to the bar, he'd just ordered another Guiness when his cellphone vibrated. He looked down at it and sighed again. Emily was going to be out late and would likely stay at her mother's since she would be on the other side of town. "Well this night just took a turn for the shitty..." He said, turning back to the bar.

"Would a drink make you feel better?" The buxom redhead sitting next to him asked, turning to favor him with a lusty smile. "Put that on my tab please." She said to the bartender.

"Love, I think this could be the start of a beautiful friendship." Cambin said with a chuckle as he settled into the beer.

 

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Fire raged in Jessie's eyes as he dragged his drunken fiancee out of the arms of another man and out of the club. She struggled against his grip as he as they exited the bar. "I'm not a five year old Jessie! If I want to go out and drink with some friends then I will!" She screamed at him as she pulled away from him and stumbled backwards slightly before regaining her balance. Jessie stared at her then shook his head, "You weren't just out with some friends, Jeanine! You were out with a guy, you wouldn't answer my calls and I walk in to see you air fucking the man! How the fuck am I suppose to react!" Jeanine blinked slightly as Jessie yelled at her like she was some common whore. She turned and headed for his Toyota Tundra then leaned against the passenger side door. There were no words to described how she felt at this moment but one came close. Hate. She hated Jessie right now but she knew that they would talk things out tomorrow.

With a sigh, Jessie unlocked the truck and helped Jeanine inside then went to the drivers side to take them home. He glanced over at her and could clearly see she was upset, "Look, I'm sorry for what I said........" He sighed softly then turned the key in the ignition and let the engine come to life before driving away from the bar. She glanced over at him, "Please, lets talk about this tomorrow. I'm not in any condition or mood to have a serious discussion with you." She turned and looked out the window as they neared their home. The truck bounced around a bit as Jessie pulled into their drive way and parked inside the garage. Jeanine climbed out of the truck and headed inside then laid down on the couch. By the time Jessie had come inside, she was passed out and snoring........

Jeanine woke up the next morning to an empty house which worried her slightly then she remember that it was Thursday and Jessie had his early morning meetings. She sighed a bit then stood up and stretched before heading into the kitchen. There was a note left by Jessie sitting on the kitchen table but she didn't bother to read it. Jeanine wasn't that interested in what he had to say. She was just thankful that she had the day off but she was on call. Her day was play by ear for the time being, until the time Jessie got home then it was going to be serious conversations. He would tell her that she was engaged and she needed to grow up. She would tell him that her being engaged didn't mean she was a house wife and would always be home. It would be the same old, same old.

 

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The drinks continued to flow throughout the night and within an hour memories of dancing with Jeanine were only a fuzzy haze. The red head and he moved to the dance floor, duplicating his earlier movements with Jeanine, but this time with no rude interloper to come and snatch the lady away from him. He thought about Emily as he let himself rub against the woman, hands moving down her body to grasp her ass. Thoughts of Emily evaporated as quickly as those of Jeanine as he downed another beer. He leaned over, his lips finding the red head's neck as she sipped her cocktail.

Cambin awoke the next morning, frowning as he looked around, he was somewhere he didn't recognize, a strange bed. His head protested in pain as he went to sit up, becoming more confused when he realized he was naked. "What the hell..." He mumbled as he looked around, coming to the realization he was in someone else's bed. He had just started to remember what had happened when the red head slipped around the corner, clad in nothing but a skimp thong. "Morning..." She said with a sultry smile as she slipped back into bed, coming at him. He knew he should stop, that he'd fucked up already, but then he shrugged. He HAD already screwed up, how much more would it matter?

A few long hours later Cambin caught a cab home, half awake but very satisfied. He opened the door to his apartment and saw Emily standing there. "How did you..." He said before she slapped him hard across the face, "... get in here." He finished, barely registering the slap in his current state.

"Fuck you!" She yelled, storming out. He stared at her confused, trying to decide whether to go after her, eh what the hell he thought as he pulled his shirt off collapsing onto the bed. A few hours wasn't going to make her any more pissed, and if it did well too fucking bad.

 

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Jeanine was nursing a glass of water and some fruit when Jessie got home from his meeings. She glanced up at him then looked back at the fruit as she read his face quite clearly. He would talk to her when he was ready. She sighed softly then stood up from the table, snatching the letter that he left and headed for the small den of their home. With a trembling hand, she opened the letter and sat down in the large recliner to read it. The letter was not what she had expected. She had expected the letter to explain how much he loved her and how he wanted to make it work but needed her to treat the relationship like a two way street. The letter was suppose to be like every other letter he had left her, but it wasn't. There was one line written on the letter and she kept reading it over and over. She couldn't believe what she was reading. "I love you but I can't love you anymore.........." Jeanine said the line over and over until she was on the verge of tears. The girl did love Jessie but she could not sit at home every night and read books like he wanted. She sighed softly then walked out of the den and towards Jessie. "What does this mean", she asked him softly. "It means I'm done picking you up at clubs while you are in a drunken stupor, I'm tired of never knowing where you are and I'm tired of being in love with you." He explained to her firmly then looked at her with sadness in his eyes. "I love you Jeanine but I'm not going to try and make something work when you keep messing things up. The wedding is off and we are over." With that, he gathered a few things from their home and left without another word.

Jeanine stood there shocked as she crushed the letter in her hand and watched him leave. A part of her was screaming at her to run after him and tell him you love him but there was another part of her that told her it was for the best. She pulled the engagement ring off and set it on the counter with the letter then stared down at the tan line that was made by the ring. Her hand felt uncomfortably light without the huge rock on her finger and she knew it would cause gossip at the hospital but what could she do. Just as her body threatened to throw her into hysterics, her beeper for the hospital starting going off. Typically, the beeper was a welcome noise but that was far from the case today. She sighed softly then grabbed her white coat and headed out to her car that Jessie had brought back home for her. With a long glance back at their home, she pulled out of the driveway and made her way for the hospital. Today was going to be such a horrible day and she dreaded seeing everyone at the hospital.

 

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Cambin yawned loudly as he woke up checking the time, it was nearly 1PM, he'd been asleep for quite a few hours. He stretched as he scratched his chest, trying to push the cobwebs out of his mind. He smiled as he remembered the red head, the way she had... well, she'd had quite a few tricks up her sleeve. He frowned as he remembered what had happened with Jessie and Jeanine... thinking maybe he should have called and check on her or something, but he had his own problems to deal with.

He picked up his cellphone and looked at it. He had 3 text messages and a voicemail. He sighed as he put the phone down. He'd check them after some coffee and a shower. He took his time, washing away the delightful lingering smell of both ladies he'd been with last night, neither of whom was his girlfriend. He sighed at that, not sure what drove him to do the things he did most of the time, something about a problem with commitment.. he'd always been sort of flighty, from his teenage days where he spent most of his time racing instead of studying, to his series of throw away relationships. Ah well, he just hoped he hadn't fucked things over for Jeanine.

He toweled off, draping the towel over his shoulder as he hand dried. He checked his text messages and swore.

MSG Received @ 10:15PM
Sent by: Emily

Hey, not going out after all, see you 2nite?


MSG Received @ 11:50PM
Sent by: Emily

Where are u? Getting worried


MSG Received @ 1:13PM
Sent by: Emily

Cindy just called, saw you @ club with someone else?! FUCK U!!

He cringed as he read the message. "Well that explained that..." He said aloud as he listened to the voicemail. It was a lot of swearing and crying. "Ahhh shitts..." He muttered as he hung up the phone. He wasn't sure what to do now. He picked the phone up, slowly dialing her number in, even though it was on speed dial, after a long hesitation he hit the send button. It rang several times, and he just knew she was deciding whether or not to answer. Finally at the last second her voice spilled out. "What do you want?" The tone was not friendly.

"Listen, we need to talk, can we do breakfast?" He said, waiting for her response. "Or lunch I guess..." He said glancing at the clock.

"Fine, meet me at Sprague's in one hour." She said and hung up the phone. He looked at the phone before sighing for the nineteenth time that morning and slowly getting dressed.

 

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Jeanine had been sitting in the parking lot of the hospital for some time now. It seemed she was attempting to collect herself before walking into the Trauma Center. A good lie was also needed to explain why she was engagement ringless. The classic "it fell in the sink" story would probably be her scapegoat for the day. Not like it was any of their business about why she didn't have the ring but to make things easier on her, she would lie about it. Perhaps, no one would ask her but that was highly unlikely. The hospital was like high school when it came to gossip. Prepping before a surgery seemed to be the opportune moment to gossip. That was according to the nurses of course.

There was a distressed look on her face as she climbed out of her vehicle and made her way into the Trauma Center. If she found out which nurse had called Jessie, there would be hell to pay. She hated when people meddled in her affairs. As if her getting drinks with a co-worker was against the law or something. It wasn't like she planned on taking Cambin back to a hotel and screwing around with him. Or had she? She didn't know what she had planned on doing with Cambin. He was a good looking man but she was engaged. A sigh escaped her lips as she made her way towards the locker rooms. For now, her personal problems had to be pushed behind her. There were patients to care for and a staff that needed to be fooled.

After a few minutes in the locker room, she walked out and heading for the Trauma Center. She was dressed in her typical white coat with her business face on. It appeared nothing was wrong with her but people were noticing the absence of her engagement ring. It was a rather large, flashy ring. So, if it was missing, people were sure to notice. Thankfully, no one questioned her about it, yet. They probably would eventually. She sighed as she threw herself in the hustle and bustle of the Trauma Center. Her thoughts turned to Cambin every now and then. He had a girlfriend and supposedly, they were rather serious. She was curious to see how things had turned out for him

 

[gagonthis]

Cambin still wasn't 100% awake as he turned the key, the 464 roaring to life. He smiled as he gripped the worn wood of the steering wheel. There was something about this car, even though he knew he was likely going to yet another breakup meal, he felt good right now as he roared down the highway. He still wasn't sure what he was going to say when he got there, if he could even save this. On top of which he didn't even know which girl that bitch Cindy had seen him with. If it had just been Jeanine then there was the possibility to salvage his relationship, but did he even care at this point?

That thought made him sigh out loud as he turned the stereo in the car up louder, as if the music could drown out his own muddled thoughts. It couldn't of course, but a man could dream. He thought he loved Emily, thought she was going to be the one, but deep down he knew she wasn't. Always just a little too stuffy, never quite gripping why he did the things he did.

He arrived at the restaurant... late of course, and walked in to see Emily, thunder on her face as he slid into the chair. "Look..." he said simply, not sure what was motivating him. "Let's make this easy on both of us. You're pissed. I know I fucked up, but I've never been able to help it. Now I don't know what Cindy told you she saw, but I'll level with you. I went out. I got drunk. I got taken home by a woman and well you know. And then again in the morning." He could tell Emily was about to start yelling. "Look. You deserve better than me. Everyone does. I'm really sorry." He said, standing and walking out before she had a chance to say anything or make a scene. Besides, he had to get to work.