He joined our crew at the hospital about six months ago. He was a twenty-eight year old English man who moved over from London when he was twenty years old and loved it so much that he never went back home.
Ash was a hoot. He made me laugh on days that I thought I could do nothing but cry. He talked to me, and he listened to me talk. A lot. He became quite a good friend of mine, and I was very thankful to have met him at a point in my life when I needed a pick-me-up.
Ash was pure light; he would brighten up anyone’s day.
I slid my finger across the green blob on the screen then brought the phone to my ear. “What do you want?” I asked, grinning.
Ash snorted through the receiver. “It’s a good thing I didn’t misdial a hotline number and ask for phone sex when you fired that loaded question my way.”
I joyfully laughed, the sound surprising both me, and others around me. I looked forward when I felt many sets of eyes on me, but only one set that caused me to tense up.
His eyes.
We had grown apart, but I could never seem to shake the sensation that came over me when he looked at me. The moment his eyes locked onto my body, I became hyper aware of every movement I made.
“Branna?” Ash’s voice called out. “You there, Angel?”
I playfully rolled my eyes.
Ash decided to label me with the nickname ‘Angel’ when the grandfather of one of our patients a few weeks back kept calling me it when he addressed me. I asked him to drop it, but he refused and called me it as often as possible, and it had seemed to stick.
“I’m here,” I replied. “Sorry, just zoned out for a second.”
“No worries,” Ash chirped then lowered his voice. “You won’t believe what happened on the ward today after you went home.”
Ash worked the delivery ward with me, and bar a few extra hours here and there, we had an identical roster. Since he started, I hadn’t been on a shift where he wasn’t there with me. It was like the Health Board knew we would make a good team and lumped us together indefinitely.
“If you tell me the patient in room four that screamed feckin’ murder all day randomly stopped when I walked off the ward, then I’m goin’ to bloody curse her.”
Ash’s deep laughter filled my ear, and it warmed my hurt heart.
“No, she was still screaming when I left... even though she got her epidural and was numb from the waist down.”
I giggled. “There’s always one who goes way overboard.”
Ash grunted. “You’re telling me.”
I chortled. “Go on, tell me what happened.”
“The lady in room one, you know, the hot redhead with the massive tits?”
Ash was brilliant, I silently sighed, but he was still such a man.
I good-naturedly shook my head. “Yeah, what about ‘er?”
“She shit herself as she pushed. Her husband freaked out not knowing what was happening and fainted. As he fell he knocked into the bed and caused shit to literally fly everywhere.”
I leaned onto the arm of the sofa as laughter erupted out of me.
“I swear,” Ash laughed with me. “It was both hilarious and disgusting.”
I wiped under my eyes with my free hand when tears of laughter gathered and threatened to spill over the brim.
“Did she deliver fine? Is the baby okay?” I asked, automatically switching to midwife mode. “And the husband, is he okay?”
“All three are fine. The mother did well, and she had a healthy little boy, but I doubt the husband will step foot on the delivery ward ever again. He made his wife swear to bring her mother with her in the future.”
I continued to laugh. “I bet you all had a right laugh about that.”
“We did,” Ash confirmed. “Sally almost wet herself from laughing after she got the baby cleaned up.”
Sally was the fifty-seven year old mother of the delivery ward. I wasn’t on shift with her very often, but when I was, she cracked me up with tales from her younger days.
I shook my head, smiling joyfully. “I can’t say I’m sorry I missed it. I’ve fifty-three deliveries runnin’ with nothin’ other than regular bodily fluids and a baby poppin’ out.” I blessed myself before I said, “Thank God.”
“You know your first patient on shift tomorrow will shit herself just for that comment?”
“Bite me!” I quipped.
Ash gleefully laughed. “I’ll see you in the morning, but remember I can’t pick you up, okay? I’ve to bring my sister to college on my way into work.”
He usually picked me up on our way to work since I sold my car last year and Ryder always needed his Jeep.
“Yep, no problem, I’ll see you at work.”
I pocketed my phone and yawned before looking to Ryder who was still busy with his phone.
“Do you plan on being here long?” I asked, not looking at his hands in fear I’d take his phone just to see what was so captivating that he couldn’t look away from it.
He glanced at me and shook his head. “You wanna leave now?”
I nodded. “I’m on shift at eight in the mornin’ and wanna go to sleep early.”
Ryder pocketed his phone. “I’ll see if Damien wants a ride back.”