Alex’s POV
I got to work a few minutes past seven, I was on night duty and hustling to be on time, I overslept. The traffic had been bad while returning home that morning and it rendered me bone tired, I had even slept with my coffee stained shirt not minding the unpleasant discomfort it caused me.
In just one week, I had allowed work to become my solace, a solace amidst people I didn’t really care about. It was not about the people, it was a coping mechanism for me. Investing my life in the wellbeing of another, at least it was better than tailing the love of my life.
I steered into the parking lot and into my usual space for the last week, just as I entered a horn blare loud enough to destroy my ear drum. I stopped mid driving and just then I saw an angry familiar, angry face slamming her hands violently on the door.
“Open the damned thing!” she said, I didn’t hear her voice but I could read her lips and decipher her words.
I reluctantly rolled down the glass and hoped the look of irritation I gave her sent her away. It didn’t.
“What do you want?” I asked her and she looked like she was going to explode, I was surprised to see that she was beautiful beneath the horrible attitude she carried along with her like an hair do.
“Did nobody tell you this was my spot? Did you not see my name written over there?” she raged and I looked at her like she was crazy, I allowed my eyes stray over to the small concrete in the parking spot and indeed, her name was there.
DOCTOR FREYJA LANGDON.
“Nobody told me it was your spot,” I answered curtly, letting her know I wasn’t in for her game. “I guess you aren’t as special as you think,”
“I have the tendency to repel bad energy and me not liking you says a lot about you.” She snapped and I raised an amused brow. “Who made you the standard of judging characters?” I asked and she brought out her hand and wagged it in my face.
“I don’t care about you or what you have to say, I don’t want you on my spot!” I watched her go and smiled, she was a handful and could so easily frustrate you, it was clear from the way she spoke and walked. I sighed, I lacked the energy for a back and forth so I parked in the spot next to ‘hers’.
I waited a few minutes in my car to make sure she already left but when I stepped out, I was annoyed to see that she was still waiting outside her car. I noticed the ride was an expensive one and I knew immediately that she was probably born wealthy, medicine didn’t give one that much money.
“I have left the damn spot, could you leave me now?” I grounded and she hurried to catch up with me, she looked defiant, drop dead gorgeous but defiant.
“Why did you leave the spot?” she asked me and I paused, I turned to look at her, like really look at her, she had honey blonde hair and an eager blue eyes that were as clear as the water in Maldives.
She had long lashes and pouty, kissable lips that I would have wanted to taste if I were in my wilder days, I have now resigned but it didn’t make me blind, she stood barely a feet under me and she looked like she had plans of using the slight height difference to her advantage.
“What do you really want?” I asked her, had she been expecting an argument or something of the sort from me? I am sorry to have disappointed her but I barely had the energy to look good.
“For you not to make me feel foolish and you’re doing a great job in doing that!” she declared and I sighed, continuing my walk to my office.
“Listen Doctor Langdon you have not offended me, I don’t think I really care about you and I will really appreciate it if you left me alone. Is that fine with you?” I asked her and was surprised to see a look of hurt in her eyes.
She looked like she had a lot to say then she said nothing, she stared at me and shook her head. “You’re an asshole, I hope you know that!” she said and thundered off, I watcher leave and I was confused, completely and utterly stunned. What did she even want?
“Good morning Doctor Wolfe” the nurse at the reception greeted with a huge smile on her face.
“Hello,” I responded as I signed off my name, they were conventional like that and insisted on the traditional way of signing in, I hated to admit it but I also did enjoy it.
“The matron wants all Doctors in the hall, he said something about introducing you to the rest of the team. You can drop your bag at your office before going, or just go directly.” She explained and I groaned inwardly. I had made extra effort to be friendly just to avoid these unnecessary gatherings.
“I’ll go right up, ” I said and walked over to the elevator, holding my suitcase close in my hands. I took my time going up and nodded greetings as I passed, smiling when necessary.
The hospital was not overly large neither was it small, all of the wards was spacious and even the waiting room/reception. It was three story high and paintedokay a deep sea blue. It smelt typically like how hospital did, like drugs, antiseptic and ‘sicknesses’. I liked the feel, the scent, I had signed up to be a doctor because of my unwavering passion for the field and not because I was a bored wolf.
I got to the second floor landing and just then a child ran into me from somewhere, I was shocked and surprised that she was there by herself. I bent down to her level and stared at her, looking for any signs of injury on her, I saw nothing but a drip cup on her hands. Her eyes were teary like she was just crying and my own heart was pounding madly, if she hadn’t run into me she would have fallen down the stairs.
“Hey little one, what are you doing alone over here?” I asked softly, trying not to frighten her she instead of answering touched my face.
“You look like my daddy,” the girl said and I raised a brow in question. What was I getting myself involved in? I stood up and picked her up and she allowed her hands explore my face, I didn’t fight it, and instead my heart was out for her.
“Where is your daddy?” I asked, hoping there was no sad story somewhere.
She looked conflicted. “I don’t know. He left,” There it was. The elephant in the room.
“Oh okay, where is mummy?” I quickly tried to change the subject, it made me so angry that I shared the same face with someone who thought that leaving his family was an option.
“She’s with the nurse that wants to poke needles in me,” she pouted and I laughed.
“Was that why you were running?”