Chapter 12
I rush off my feet, I feel that if I don't stop running, I'll just fall down in the middle of the corridor.
And why should I do this work, and not the cleaner?
This is the third patient who has vomited today in the last two hours. I seem to like the internship less and less. Yesterday I spent the whole day digging through old documentation and sorting it into departments, and today I'm running with a mop in my hands. At most, when I am allowed to see patients, it’s to help them go to the toilet or bathroom.
"Good morning, everyone." Bondar appears.
Today he looks fresher than yesterday. He has coffee in his hands, a bag on his shoulder, and he is dressed in black jeans and a white T-shirt. Danylo approaches the reception desk, one of the nurses smiles at him and twists her hair on her finger, and the other hands out papers for him to sign in.
Eventually, his look falls on me.
He nods at me, looks me up and down. My blue pants have already managed to get dirty, and the blue T-shirt looks even worse. It feels like I couldn't find a rag and decided to wash the floor with my uniform.
"You'd better change your clothes before boss-doc notices you like this."
I purse my lips and nod, turn and go to the staff room.
Luckily, I have a spare uniform, so I take off my clothes and throw them in the clothes' basket.
"This is the second time I see you in only your underwear, darling," Danylo opens the door.
I cover up.
"You need to consider, maybe you are a pervert, Bondar?
He just smiles and starts changing. I don't look at him. I almost don't look.
But it's hard not to notice a guy with a height of almost one hundred and ninety centimetres and, probably, ninety kilograms weight.
In the last two years that I have met different men, he is the first one whose body caught my attention.
But I know that nothing will come of it. With us. With me. I just can't love. I don't feel anything around men. And to be honest, it also hurts.
Sometimes I want to feel at least something. Some impulse, some passion, attraction. But one day I promised myself that I would never fall in love again in my life, I would never know what love is again, I would never let it ruin me.
Again.
Danylo finally puts on his blue uniform, and I catch myself thinking that being a doctor suits him. He looks exactly like the hot doctors in the hospital tv shows.
"Today I will observe the operation, so if somebody asks, I will not be there."
"Do your fans get to you here too?"
He turns to me with a serious face and says nothing.
After that expression on his face, I no longer think that my joke was perfect. Although, you can't call it a joke.
Danylo is probably the first one who doesn't pay attention to my sharp remarks or strange jokes. And that makes me feel even worse.
"Save your jokes for someone else," he finally says and leaves.
"Save your jokes for someone else," I copy him. "Jerk."
I breathe in, once, twice, three times, check my heart rate on the watch, everything is fine, and leave.
"You come with me to check the patients," Danylo informs.
And how long ago did he become the head here?
"I will go because I want," I confirm.
"If you want to think so," he smirks
While he takes the necessary papers, I cringe at how the other nurses devour him with their eyes.
"And how is it? " I ask him when we go.
"What?"
"To live in a world where everyone is in love with you," a smile spreads on my face.
"Pretty good."
He looks me up and down with his brown eyes.
"What is it, Ami? Are you jealous?"
"There is no such word in my dictionary."
"Oh," he laughs and hugs me by the waist. "Young lady, jealous," he leans to my ear and whispers. "Just don't be too jealous, because now your watch will ring again and scare all the patients."
"Let go of me, Bondar" I push his hand away from my waist, but he just laughs.
Well, how can someone be so annoying. But, he's right, the few seconds his arm was around me was enough to make my heart beat faster. I better not wear a watch when I'm on shift with this jerk.
Handsome jerk, my brain notices.
His brown hair is styled today, his face is perfectly shaved and you can enjoy his sharp cheekbones. His smile, as always, shines.
Yes, Ami, gather your thoughts. This is the last person you should be thinking about.
Twenty minutes later, Danylo goes to boss-doc, oh God, to Mr Jonson, and I go to the reception.
"Hi,"
"Hi, how are you?" I said to another intern.
Sonya is in her fifth year, plans to be a neurosurgeon, has been on her internship for almost two months now, and I think she is an extremely smart girl.
Today, her blonde hair is in a high ponytail, her green eyes are highlighted with black eyeliner, but not too much, and her thin red lips are covered with lip balm.
"It's necessary to file all these papers today and transfer them to the archive," Sonya points to a stack of papers.
"Oh, okay," I nod.
An hour passes, and during this time we did not have time to transfer even half of the documents.
"I'm so tired," I moan and take another stack.
"Excuse me," someone rings the bell and I raise my head.
"Good afternoon, how can I help?"
"I'm looking for Danylo," says a woman.
Her face is filled with Botox, her hands show a new manicure, and her hair is probably recently dyed dark brown.
"I'm sorry, but who are you to him?"
"Does it matter?"
"Danylo is currently busy, he will not be able to come to you." "Then I will sit down here and wait for him, I can, right?" she smiles. "Of course," I nod and return to my seat.
I look at Sonya, waiting for her to say something, but she just shrugs her shoulders.
The woman continued to sit, sometimes talking to someone on the phone, and sometimes just tapping at the phone screen. I went down to the first floor and went up to the third twenty times, and she didn't move even ten centimetres from her place.
"It can take a lot of time," I said calmly.
"Okay," she took her eyes off the phone for a moment and nodded, and then again continued to deal with her "important" affairs.
"Zlata?" Said someone's voice.
I didn't even have time to understand, as this woman was already hugging Danylo. They are hardly related, as I might have thought before.
"I was missing you," she says quietly, but loud enough for me to hear.
"Me too, babe," and he kisses her on the lips.
He kisses her on the lips. What?
No, he doesn't just kiss, it’s as if he’s trying to suck her whole soul. Oh, and ugliness.
"I finished earlier today, so now I will change my clothes, and we will go for a walk," Danylo smiles at her.
Now I notice that he is really tall. The woman barely touches his chest, but that's the least of the things that surprise me right now.
I follow him.
"How old is she? " I close the door behind me when I go inside.
Danylo turns to me, he has already managed to take off his T-shirt and remain in only pants.
It's normal that in the last week of our acquaintance, we have already seen each other naked a million times.
"Does it matter?"
Shit. And why am I even asking?
"I'm just wondering."
"Thirty-two."
"And your parents don't mind?"
"You know, Amelia, in this life not everything is done with the parents' permission," he comes close to me, reaching for the handle, thereby touching my skin.
"But she is older than you," I pause, "by ten years," and I almost shout these words when I realise.
"I noticed," he winks at me, "just don't be too jealous, darling, otherwise I'll think that you're in love with me," he finally opens the door and leaves.
He is definitely out of his mind.