What happened in Vegas: Didn't Stay In Vegas! (5 page)

“Chanel, your
new resident.
”

“It's a
pleasure to meet you.
”
He took my hand and gently shook
it.
“
Chase and I are identical twins, but
that
’
s where our similarities end.
”

I
couldn
’
t get over it. He had the same shaggy dark hair cut a
little shorter than Chase
’
s, dark brooding eyes
exactly like Chase
’
s, and perfect
features with a squared off jawline and perfect nose. I think I
swooned again like I was caught in a second wave. I had to grab
onto the desk to steady myself. Obviously when God made
God
’
s gift, he was proud of himself and duplicated
it.

I spent the
entire day working with Bradley. We looked at his patients and
discussed courses of treatment that would or
wouldn
’
t benefit them. We discussed everything thoroughly.
The longer I spoke with him, the more I realized intelligence was
oozing from his pores. He appeared to be very kind and was never
bothered over the countless interruptions and by my rattling off a
gazillion questions.

Bradley was diligent, composed, and gifted,
not to mention intelligent, gorgeous, and most importantly
divorced. This brother seemed more delicious than the other, the
one without the golden shoes. I left the hospital on my second day
with a spring in my step.

~10~

The
next two weeks flew by. Aria called giving me a time to pick up my
key. I texted Nick when I had it.

Chanel: I got the key Hercules!

Nick:
It
’
s about time u started acknowledging my strength
Woman! I do wish u found someone else to help u with
u
’
r move.

Chanel: Why?

Nick: Your neighbor Aria scares me! She
meets me once and then texts me about giving me a blow job!
Disgusting!

Chanel: Oh come
on Nick, u met u
’
r match!
She
’
s the 1st person I have ever met
that
’
s as comical as u!

Nick: Whatever!

Nick was
pounding at my door within an hour of our last text. Seriously, the
man had no life, but I loved him, and compared to him I was a
complete social hermit. He showed up in a blue dress shirt and
jeans, ready for work. A girl couldn
’
t ask for a better
friend then him. I was tempted to call a code purple on him, but we
had way too much to do tonight.

We picked up
the U-Haul and brought over the big stuff first, doing a couple of
trips with the truck. Then, we packed Jezebel
(Nick
’
s car) and Snowball up and drove them to my new loft.
By the time we were done we were exhausted.

I stripped
myself bare before Nick as he sat quietly on my grey sofa,
“
Shower?
”
I asked.

He smiled with
his eyes,
“
Please.
”
I slowly undressed
him, I wanted him naked. He kissed me deep. I grabbed the back of
his hair and pulled him closer to me, deeper, for a much more
penetrating and demanding kiss. He groaned in my mouth and he
rubbed against me showing his arousal. My body tingled with desire
for him.

I finished lowering his shirt and let it
drop to the floor. He helped me take off his tight fitting jeans
and then I curled my fingers in his briefs dropping them to the
ground where his jeans already laid.

He fisted his
fingers in my hair near the nape of my neck and then he kissed me
one more time. This time I groaned into his mouth.
“
It
’
s time for me to please you after all the help
you
’
ve given me,
”
I whispered. I slid
down Nick
’
s body like I was lowering myself down a pole,
until my lips found their way onto his dick. I held him firmly as I
took him deep into my mouth, sucking hard, and doing soft sweet
motions on his crown. I could tell by the way he grabbed my hair
and his soft moans that he liked what I was doing.

He warned me by
calling out my name but instead of letting him release outside of
me, I made sure he wasn
’
t moving anywhere,
and I drank his cum willingly, welcoming his warm fluids into my
mouth and swallowing every last drop. This moment was about him, no
code, no expectations, just me loving Nick for who he
was.

We showered
together. I washed him and he washed me. I offered for him to stay
the night and he took me up on it. We fell asleep in each
other
’
s arms, it was cozy.

We really had
to stop doing this. Nick and I weren
’
t dating anyone else
right now and it was just so easy. We had no expectations for each
other and rarely ever argued, so when we got involved with other
people, they had very big shoes to fill.

I had been working with Bradley for about
three weeks when it happened. We had a busy morning, and what made
it different from most was Mrs. Wilson had started turning sour in
the early morning, and by ten the nurses called a code blue on her.
Her body became lifeless. Everyone went running to her room, there
were three nurses, two of them from the Coronary Care Unit, a
respiratory therapist, and myself and Bradley.

The nurses
placed the board from the crash cart under her chest so they could
begin compressions. A nurse recorded everything that was happening.
Electrodes were placed on Mrs. Wilson
’
s chest so they could
monitor her heart with the monitor. Bradley determined her heart
rhythm she and treated her accordingly in efforts to bring her
lifeless body back.

The respiratory therapist put a breathing
tube down her throat to ensure her airway. A second intravenous was
introduced into her veins to run an i.v. bolus on her. The bolus
would increase her blood pressure, we hoped.

She was shocked three times with
electricity. The first two times the machine on the crash cart was
set for 200 and then in a last ditch effort we increased to 360
hoping her heart would stop and then restart back into a rhythm and
begin pumping blood on its own again.

Compressions resumed after each jolt, and
although we had worked on Mrs. Wilson for forty-five minutes, she
succumbed to her morbidities and co-morbidities resulting in a
lifeless body. We called her time of death.

The nurses
called her family during the code, and they started arriving
shortly after her body was tidied up and the room was clean.
Bradley looked at me,
“
I
’
ll tell the
spouse, you go into the back room and start charting.
We
’
ll grab lunch together outside of the hospital to
review what happened.
”

I was really upset, because she was the
first person to die this way since I became a Resident. I nodded my
head, and turned back slowly to walk away. I liked Mrs. Wilson. She
had been here on this hospital visit twelve days and we thought she
was improving. Bradley was planning to discharging her Monday after
her new pacemaker was checked.

I chose a computer in a corner of the
nursing station where I thought nobody would go and I cried. The
monitor was blurry, and I reached for a Kleenex wiping my eyes, but
more tears came.

Bradley must
have finished telling Mrs. Wilson
’
s spouse because he
found me and pulled a chair up beside me. He spun my chair so I was
facing him and I found my legs between his. Embarrassed by him
seeing me in tears, I apologized for not being very
professional,
“
I
’
m so
sorry.
”

“Don
’
t
be,
”
he reassured.

He took my hand
in his, and consoled me,
“
Let me take you to
lunch.
”
He didn
’
t let go of my hand
the entire way to his truck. God
’
s gift to man, the
one without the golden shoes, managed to comfort me in record
time.

~11~

Bradley led me to his large Black Hummer parked in the
Doctor
’
s lot. The ruggedness of the vehicle suited the man
who drove it. It was mild out and the cloudless sky boasted a
larger than life sun. It was the first winter day that felt milder
than the rest and showed the first signs of spring. It made me sad
to think that Mr. Wilson would be spending it grieving over his
sweet wife.

Bradley opened the door for me and I stepped
up into his fancy truck which was full of black leather and fine
wood grains. It had that new car scent mixed with the smell of him
which was an intoxicating concoction.

Referring to
his truck, he looked at me almost apologetically and
shrugged,
“
Got it in the divorce
settlement.
”

“I
don
’
t know who would ever divorce someone as kind as
you.
”

He took his
place in the driver
’
s side and started up
the truck with a low rumble.

He
confessed,
“
Tell that to my bitch
ex-wife, she blames me for everything. I made her run to my
brother
’
s open arms.
”
He
growled.

“Your ex-wife
slept with Chase?
”
I was shocked,
“
What
brother does that?
”

“Mine, and more
than once.
”

“Are they still
together?
”

“Chase claims
he was showing me how I could do better than her. Sleeping with her
was his way of proving his point. She would have taken me to the
cleaners if my lawyer hadn
’
t beaten her to it.
Bitterness doesn
’
t begin to describe
how I feel towards everything.
”

“Are you angry
at both of them, Chase and your ex-wife?
”
I
questioned.

“Don
’
t forget my lawyer
too. I was screwed by all three.
”

It was good
that Bradley felt he could confide in me. I just wanted to take him
in my arms and run my hands through his shaggy hair and look into
those dark eyes of his and comfort him.
“
I know a good
Bistro that
’
s close to the
hospital, where we can talk,
”
he said in a low
voice. We sat in silence the rest of the way until he parked. The
entire time we drove I imagined what it would feel like to have his
hands and those full lips all over my body. He said my name
interrupting my relationship starved thoughts. Imagining him
anywhere near me just made me shiver.

The Bistro served organic everything and
fresh bread. We stood in line to get our food and then chose our
table after. There were no servers interrupting us; I could see why
he chose this place. The restaurant was busy and the buzz of
chatter along with the noises of porcelain to metal ensured our
privacy for the discussion we were going to have.

“What went
wrong?
”
I asked.

His dark eyes
appeared darker,
“
She could have
infarcted or we could have missed something completely different
like an aneurysm. Only way of knowing would be with an
autopsy.
”
He redirected the conversation back to me,
“
Did you want to tell me what bothered you most about her
death?
”

I have
experienced dying patients before, but this one was different
because,
“
She was going to be discharged. I
didn
’
t see this one coming.
”

His brooding
eyes looked to mine,
“
It bothered me too,
Chanel
”
he confessed.
“
I just had to get out
of the hospital and try to escape from it.
”

“So you felt
the same?
”

“I
did.
”
His hand brushed mine accidentally or maybe on purpose
as he was reaching for the salt and then he said something that
made my heart to a flip flop,
“
Maybe we can escape
it together.
”

“I
’
d like that,
”
I
simpered.

His dark eyes looked longingly into mine for
a fraction of a second before he cast them down, but the silence
between us lasted longer and for a brief second I thought maybe he
regretted flirting with me.