From Sleep May Come: Contemporary Romance Read Online Free Page A
Author: Julie Miller
shy anger.
No longer wanting to convince his resident to visit Samantha. “Michael… fine. You are assigned to report to Richard Harding Memorial Ward tomorrow at 12 PM. You will have fewer hours so don’t worry about that. I just need you to be sane. I can’t have a doctor disrupting the patients. You need to act like you’re human. Like you can relate to a patient’s feelings. I know, I know. It has not occurred yet but it is bound to happen. Therefore, a new environment.” Anderson smiled with doubt directed at his employee.
Dr. Randall stared back up at the blank white ceiling. Then he observed Anderson’s neat desk with everything properly in place. Each pencil was sharply sharpened. Exactly three pens sat in a writing utensil holder. Michael wondered whether the pens were all the same color? He identified Anderson to be a man who would use the color dark blue when writing with a pen. Two picture frames sat on the orderly neat desk too. One frame was just a light blue color surrounded with real mini ocean shells. The shells fit into pieces on the frame with a picture of a little baby boy with brown hair with his eyes closed for sleep. Another picture frame appeared to be black but the picture was not facing in a particular direction for Michael to actually see the people in the photo. He concluded that it was the chief’s family.
The mid aged doctor had a craving to scream to the world. He was surely a decent man but he just did not have it in him anymore to swallow his emotions. Tears began falling down his cheeks in a slow motion. Each tear identified isolation. More tears spread down Michael’s muscular cheeks. The chief stared at his fellow peer in shock. Crying for the morning had not been predicted. Tears had finally been displayed for the entire world to see. Technically, one person to view the tears but anything that was not too private was considered public. Such a sensitive situation made for public view. As well as being ranked at serious enough in order for the world to look at with wide opened eyes like the walls in the office did not exist. Michael imagined his crying face being on the local news. Tears, laughs, mood swings, mistakes, bad impressions and overall decisions showed the world something about a person. Michael sobbed a loud sound of sad terror. How could this have happened to him? And also to his marriage that was once a happy fairy tale? It did not make any sense because he had volunteered at Christian churches since high school. It was a requirement to get accepted into any medical school. Every medical school student was expected to volunteer at his or her communities. Helping all over foreign countries was also another grand gesture and selfless act Michael did throughout his teenage and young adult life. He no longer volunteered for the desire to remain isolated in his own little world. Helping people was something good but was goodness really something special, Michael wondered.
Chief Anderson continued to stare at his fellow doctor with worry. What was he staring at? Michael noticed the worry on Anderson’s face and he said, “sorry”. He stood up like he was ready to take on the world. And walked to the door of the roomy office as he slammed the door to his chief’s office as he thought in disbelief. The slammed door knocked the chief’s knowledge of basic health certification license photo frame onto the floor and off the wall. Anderson called his wife for moral support of how to approach his friend. This was it. Anderson finally put his foot down after two years and a couple of months. If the doctor wanted to eventually go insane then it was not going to happen in his hospital. A break from ICU would be perfect.
Anderson briefed himself before returning to his portfolio works after the phone call with his wife. An informative sheet based on why the doctor was being moved was also a task that needed to be complete.
Michael said goodbye to
No longer wanting to convince his resident to visit Samantha. “Michael… fine. You are assigned to report to Richard Harding Memorial Ward tomorrow at 12 PM. You will have fewer hours so don’t worry about that. I just need you to be sane. I can’t have a doctor disrupting the patients. You need to act like you’re human. Like you can relate to a patient’s feelings. I know, I know. It has not occurred yet but it is bound to happen. Therefore, a new environment.” Anderson smiled with doubt directed at his employee.
Dr. Randall stared back up at the blank white ceiling. Then he observed Anderson’s neat desk with everything properly in place. Each pencil was sharply sharpened. Exactly three pens sat in a writing utensil holder. Michael wondered whether the pens were all the same color? He identified Anderson to be a man who would use the color dark blue when writing with a pen. Two picture frames sat on the orderly neat desk too. One frame was just a light blue color surrounded with real mini ocean shells. The shells fit into pieces on the frame with a picture of a little baby boy with brown hair with his eyes closed for sleep. Another picture frame appeared to be black but the picture was not facing in a particular direction for Michael to actually see the people in the photo. He concluded that it was the chief’s family.
The mid aged doctor had a craving to scream to the world. He was surely a decent man but he just did not have it in him anymore to swallow his emotions. Tears began falling down his cheeks in a slow motion. Each tear identified isolation. More tears spread down Michael’s muscular cheeks. The chief stared at his fellow peer in shock. Crying for the morning had not been predicted. Tears had finally been displayed for the entire world to see. Technically, one person to view the tears but anything that was not too private was considered public. Such a sensitive situation made for public view. As well as being ranked at serious enough in order for the world to look at with wide opened eyes like the walls in the office did not exist. Michael imagined his crying face being on the local news. Tears, laughs, mood swings, mistakes, bad impressions and overall decisions showed the world something about a person. Michael sobbed a loud sound of sad terror. How could this have happened to him? And also to his marriage that was once a happy fairy tale? It did not make any sense because he had volunteered at Christian churches since high school. It was a requirement to get accepted into any medical school. Every medical school student was expected to volunteer at his or her communities. Helping all over foreign countries was also another grand gesture and selfless act Michael did throughout his teenage and young adult life. He no longer volunteered for the desire to remain isolated in his own little world. Helping people was something good but was goodness really something special, Michael wondered.
Chief Anderson continued to stare at his fellow doctor with worry. What was he staring at? Michael noticed the worry on Anderson’s face and he said, “sorry”. He stood up like he was ready to take on the world. And walked to the door of the roomy office as he slammed the door to his chief’s office as he thought in disbelief. The slammed door knocked the chief’s knowledge of basic health certification license photo frame onto the floor and off the wall. Anderson called his wife for moral support of how to approach his friend. This was it. Anderson finally put his foot down after two years and a couple of months. If the doctor wanted to eventually go insane then it was not going to happen in his hospital. A break from ICU would be perfect.
Anderson briefed himself before returning to his portfolio works after the phone call with his wife. An informative sheet based on why the doctor was being moved was also a task that needed to be complete.
Michael said goodbye to
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