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after package of ground beef into a
bowl before adding eggs, breadcrumbs, fresh parsley and onions to the mix.
    "Nah, all good," I
said as I cranked the oven on and pulled out the baking sheets we'd use to cook
the meatballs. "Leo just needs some help. That's all."
    "Man, that dude needs to
get a life," Danny said shaking his head. "Doesn't he have a job
yet?"
    "Yeah, he's working for
some security company downtown," I said as I reached into the meat mixture
and began shaping the meat into balls before putting them on the baking sheets.
I shrugged, "He's got a lot of shit to work through."
    "I'll say," Danny
said. "That guy's got more baggage than an American Airlines check in
counter!"
    "You think that one up
yourself?" I scoffed.
    "Yeah, what do you
think?" he asked. "I think I got a shot at open mic this month. I've
been working on my material."
    "Well, don't quit your
day job, Danny," I chuckled as I focused on the task at hand and quietly
wondered what Leo was up to now. I just hoped it wasn't something that was
going to put me in the spotlight.
    That was the last thing I
needed right now.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
    CHAPTER
FOUR
    Alex

 
    Two days
later, Liz and I were scheduled to report at seven in the morning for our first
full day of our internship. I'd taken great care to make sure I'd bought the
right scrubs and shoes, and I'd spent a long time the night before
experimenting with hairstyles that were functional, but still moderately
attractive. I'd settled on pulling my long blonde hair back into a low bun at
the back of my head after reading about how patients who were in pain might
grab a ponytail and pull. I'd also decided to leave all jewelry at home after
I'd read a horrible story about a nurse who'd had her earrings pulled out by a
patient on drugs.
    I was pretty sure we weren't
going to be getting near any out of control patients on our first day, but I
wanted to start out on the right foot, and after the scolding from Mrs. Rikka
the day before, so I wasn't taking any chances.
    "Liz, what are you
wearing?" I laughed as we hung up our coats and put our things in our
assigned lockers down in the nurse's locker room.
    "I want to maintain my
individuality," Liz sniffed as she tugged at the hem of her scrubs. The
bottoms were unremarkable, but the tan top was covered in incredibly realistic
looking slices of Chicago style pizza. She shrugged, "When in
Chicago!"
    "You're crazy, you know
that, don't you?" I laughed as we headed up to the conference room where
we would get our assignments.
    "You may be right,"
she said breaking into a little Billy Joel as she danced her way to the
conference room, "I may be crazy, but it just may be a lunatic you're
looking for!"
    Once inside, we found our
seats and waited for Mrs. Rikka to appear. Violet was ensconced in the corner
with three of her best friends from the class—all girls who were not quite as
rich as she was, but still passed muster with her parents. Violet was wearing
blue scrubs that looked like they'd been custom made since they dipped and
curved in all the right places, whereas the rest of us looked like we'd been
fitted at Boxes R Us. A headband that matched her scrubs held her perfectly
blow-dried hair away from her face, which was precisely contoured and powdered
so that she looked like she was ready to step onto the set of Grey's Anatomy.
    "Good morning, nursing
candidates," Mrs. Rikka said as she entered the room holding a clipboard
in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other. The mug that held the coffee was
so white and pristine that I wondered if she used a brand new mug every time
she had a cup. She looked around the table and said, "Ladies, I'm sure I
need not remind you that when you are in Chicago General, you are to wear your
security badges at all times."
    “Mrs. Rikka,” Violet said as
she half raised her hand before speaking. “I’d like to say that it’s really a
pleasure to be working with someone as