From Sleep May Come: Contemporary Romance Read Online Free
Author: Julie Miller
thereafter. Her mind was experiencing a battle, whether to remain down or to lift her head up. She yawned while still resting her head on the fluffy pillow.
Michael said, “Good morning.” Bad part over.
*****
The lonely doctor stated that he was fine because everything was perfectly all right or so it went in his denial mind. He would visit his wife during the weekend, he claimed with little fake enthusiasm. And she would not have changed. She will refuse to talk, or listen, feel the way her husband had felt for over two years. Her sympathy would have vanished as she stared out the window at snow. The depressed husband would either say nothing or say something somewhat encouraging. Like we are in this together . You need to talk to me because nothing feels right. And ever since you have gone unstable, I am in a world all by myself without you. Michael had a bad urge to cry himself to sleep every night as he imagined his wife lying next to him. Nature walk perfume scent all over her creamy light colored skin as she smiled, trying to wake up her lazy husband on a Saturday morning for a day of festive activities. He would open his eyes to confirm reality and she would simply be gone. Once upon a time there was nothing that can potentially harm the intelligent doctor. He knew how the world operated and he acknowledged how to obtain a good life. Samantha was like a complex abnormal fly who did not know why her purpose was to fly to the bright lights. The nurse knew what especially would kill one person. She had transformed into a wall that existed but did not communicate. But did flies die from bright lights? No, probably not unless they did not consider the circumstances. Finding temptation by the unlimited.
Why was it that Samantha wanted to torture her loving husband? Why wouldn’t she just get back to being human? It did not make any sense. The worried psychologist had last told the depressed doctor that his wife had lose nine pounds and was refusing to eat. They were forced to make sure she drank vegetable juices. Paroxetine was also forced into her throat to help Sam gain weight. Supposedly Sam was also taking Fluoxetine at some point during the nine months at Partners and Recover Help Behavioral Health Institution. This was a smart woman who told her deepest secrets to her lover. Nothing big to stress about, he thought. A new location for a new state of mind but Anderson was not having it with the endless lies. He was a professional chief who could predict anything at the worst of times. His fine resident was going to crack eventually. A person cannot go on living like life was treating him “fine”.
It was Monday morning at 10 AM. And the residents were all doing a swell job. Anderson placed his chin up.
Chief Anderson spoke loudly so that his fellow worker can pay clear attention on his words rather than stare at the ceiling. “Michael, you’re an amazing doctor. But I need to send you to Richard Harding Memorial Ward at McMurray Regional Hospital. You need a break. Plus, it is my job to make sure everything goes smoothly. I can’t have my doctors acting like robots. Long story short, you’re going and there’s no and or buts.”
“You can’t do this to me. Please just think this over. I’m the only doctor on that floor who actually cares.” Michael said quietly in disbelief as he sat across the chief’s desk. Dr. Randall finally took his eyes off of the blank ceiling and talked to his boss in a mature manner.
“Dr. Randall, you are a fine doctor. And you’ll be when you get back. Use this time to relax. Get your life back together. Stop surrounding yourself with ICU relations for a bit. We both know that it reminds you of Samantha. Go and visit her. Be with her.” Anderson said by placing his right hand to his heart to show affection of how important it was to care for a husband’s unresponsive wife.
“Anyway, when do I go?” Dr. Randall demanded with
Michael said, “Good morning.” Bad part over.
*****
The lonely doctor stated that he was fine because everything was perfectly all right or so it went in his denial mind. He would visit his wife during the weekend, he claimed with little fake enthusiasm. And she would not have changed. She will refuse to talk, or listen, feel the way her husband had felt for over two years. Her sympathy would have vanished as she stared out the window at snow. The depressed husband would either say nothing or say something somewhat encouraging. Like we are in this together . You need to talk to me because nothing feels right. And ever since you have gone unstable, I am in a world all by myself without you. Michael had a bad urge to cry himself to sleep every night as he imagined his wife lying next to him. Nature walk perfume scent all over her creamy light colored skin as she smiled, trying to wake up her lazy husband on a Saturday morning for a day of festive activities. He would open his eyes to confirm reality and she would simply be gone. Once upon a time there was nothing that can potentially harm the intelligent doctor. He knew how the world operated and he acknowledged how to obtain a good life. Samantha was like a complex abnormal fly who did not know why her purpose was to fly to the bright lights. The nurse knew what especially would kill one person. She had transformed into a wall that existed but did not communicate. But did flies die from bright lights? No, probably not unless they did not consider the circumstances. Finding temptation by the unlimited.
Why was it that Samantha wanted to torture her loving husband? Why wouldn’t she just get back to being human? It did not make any sense. The worried psychologist had last told the depressed doctor that his wife had lose nine pounds and was refusing to eat. They were forced to make sure she drank vegetable juices. Paroxetine was also forced into her throat to help Sam gain weight. Supposedly Sam was also taking Fluoxetine at some point during the nine months at Partners and Recover Help Behavioral Health Institution. This was a smart woman who told her deepest secrets to her lover. Nothing big to stress about, he thought. A new location for a new state of mind but Anderson was not having it with the endless lies. He was a professional chief who could predict anything at the worst of times. His fine resident was going to crack eventually. A person cannot go on living like life was treating him “fine”.
It was Monday morning at 10 AM. And the residents were all doing a swell job. Anderson placed his chin up.
Chief Anderson spoke loudly so that his fellow worker can pay clear attention on his words rather than stare at the ceiling. “Michael, you’re an amazing doctor. But I need to send you to Richard Harding Memorial Ward at McMurray Regional Hospital. You need a break. Plus, it is my job to make sure everything goes smoothly. I can’t have my doctors acting like robots. Long story short, you’re going and there’s no and or buts.”
“You can’t do this to me. Please just think this over. I’m the only doctor on that floor who actually cares.” Michael said quietly in disbelief as he sat across the chief’s desk. Dr. Randall finally took his eyes off of the blank ceiling and talked to his boss in a mature manner.
“Dr. Randall, you are a fine doctor. And you’ll be when you get back. Use this time to relax. Get your life back together. Stop surrounding yourself with ICU relations for a bit. We both know that it reminds you of Samantha. Go and visit her. Be with her.” Anderson said by placing his right hand to his heart to show affection of how important it was to care for a husband’s unresponsive wife.
“Anyway, when do I go?” Dr. Randall demanded with
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