Kit wasn’t sure where they left things when she slipped from his bed the following morning and walked the three blocks to the hospital, where she showered and found some clean scrubs. Part of her was sure that things were different now; after all, they had to be didn’t they? But that niggling voice of doubt continued to linger in the back of her mind.
She met Rachel for their morning coffee, and even though she was sure she looked no different, her best friend had an eagle eye when it came to certain things.
“Oh my God, you had sex.” Rachel announced, surely loud enough for the entire café to have heard her. Kit buried her face in her hands and groaned.
“Was it Dr. Hottie?”
“Oh? That’s it? After weeks of hearing you say I should jump him, that’s all you’ve got for me?”
“Well, I feel like I shouldn’t tell you this now…But the talk upstairs is that the board is meeting with him today and it’s supposed to be pretty serious. Rumor has it that he’s quitting and going back to Chicago.”
Kit felt like the floor had suddenly dropped out from beneath her. She couldn’t believe that Robert would do that…just leave and not tell her his intentions. Leave after spending the night making her feel like she meant something to him.
“Are you feeling okay, hun? You don’t look so good. Oh my God, are you having morning sickness?”
The ridiculous statement elicited a laugh from Kit. “Rachel, read a human physiology book sometime. Please. I’m fine, but I have to get going. Tell me if you hear anything else about this meeting, okay?”
She walked in a daze to the ER, trying to decide what to do about the Robert situation. She wanted him to stay, stay in his job and stay in town. Stay with her? She could admit to herself, yes, she wanted that, but she wasn’t so sure he felt the same.
Surely the allure of the big city was stronger than anything she could offer him. The hospital was her ideal work place, but he’d worked in a world-renowned medical facility. Could he be satisfied with what their hospital had to offer?
She looked up just before running right into Robert’s chest. She stammered, searching for the right words and finding herself at a loss.
“I…Robert. I wanted to talk to you.”
“And I want to talk to you too.” He looked around at the relatively calm ER and contemplated pulling her into the nearby on-call room. “It’s quiet, let’s duck in for a minute.”
They headed toward the on-call room, when suddenly the doors leading out to the ambulance bay bounced open. Two paramedics, pushing a stretcher, shouted out report to the nearest medical professionals. Which happened to be Kit and Robert.
“46 year old white male, found on the softball field. Lost consciousness, friends seem to think he had a seizure before going down. Nothing on the ride over here but his pulse is jumping all over the place.”
“Shit, look Kit.” Robert and Kit saw the patient at the same time. It was Mark, from the Weakened Warriors. His skin was pale and clammy, his hair damp with sweat.
Robert shouted out orders to the nursing staff, and marveled at how they worked together like a well-oiled machine. It was a hell of a code, as Mark wavered in and out of consciousness, losing his pulse for a minute only to have it race up into the high hundreds a minute later.
The symptomology was confusing, and Robert had to admit he was at a loss for what they could do for their friend. He laid his hand on Kit’s shoulder as she stood by Mark’s bedside and watched his chest rise and fall.
“I don’t know what to do,” she admitted quietly, the sadness in her voice breaking Robert’s heart. “He’s never been in the greatest of health, but he’s just always been this huge force of life. It’s not a heart attack. I don’t know what to do.”
Something clicked in his memory, and suddenly he was recalling the conversation he’d had with Mark in the dug out.
“Kit,” he said quickly. “Mark did a lot of dumb dares, right? That was his thing?”
“Go get Shane in the waiting room. I have a hunch.”
Kit smiled and ran for the waiting room.