Chapter 33: You won't believe it

Emily POV

"Are you heading out?" I asked Bella, my British Roomate after seeing her dressed up. She looked up in between wearing her boots, her wavy blonde hair falling in her face.

"Yes, I have to run something down town. I might be late so you don't need to wait up for me" she replied.

"Alright. You've got your key?"

She nodded. She was about to get out of the door when she turned back, "Emily, I'm sorry tonight didn't go as planned. I'll make it up to you I promised."

I smiled. "It's okay, I'll just be by myself. I'll be fine"

After assuring her that I'll be fine, she finally headed out.

I sighed at the emptiness that welcomed me after Bella left. The apartment was just the same before she moved in. She wasn't planning on staying in America for so long and I let her lease a room after I quitted my job last year and needed extra cash.

I glanced up at the time, it's nearly 9;pm. The alarm I set in the afternoon would soon go off. Bella and I planned on binging the Never have I ever series for the hundredth time. The popcorn is ready sitting on the kitchen counter.

I guess it's just me alone this night. I took a blanket and took my sit on the sofa and started watching. I haven't watched through the first episode when I started getting bored. It's the first time I'll be watching this alone since she moved in and I'm just realizing how weird it is sitting all by myself.

Nothing had been the same since the day i quitted my job as the associate cardiologist at U&H hospital. It's one of the best hospitals in the city and it has always been my dream to work there. Earning my way up to being one of the top cardiologist wasn't easy, I spent years in medical school, graduated as the best graduating student and earned myself an Internship in the hospital before I was hired as an associate.

Quitting wasn't as difficult as I thought it would be. I took the big deciosn after hearing colleagues gossip about the number of patient that had dies after I operated on them.

I was in the bathroom trying to adjust my makeup after crying over the last patient I operated on that passed away. I was about stepping out when I heard my name.

"Dr. Wellis operated on her yesterday." One of them said.

"I feel so bad for the girl, she had so much hope. It's a pity to watch her pass on."

"Most patients that she operate on ends up dead. I'm not surprised"

"I wonder how she got hired…"

Another was starting to kept quiet when someone else came inside.

"We'll just be leaving…"

I stood in the bathroom for as long as I could remember, crying my eyes out. That day I cancelled all of my appointments then went home. The following day, I called in sick and didn't leave my apartment for a week. Then, I knew I couldn't deal with it anymore.

I don't want to deal breaking the news of my patient's death to their families after they put so much hope in me. I don't think I qualified to even be a doctor.

All that was last year before the summer, I took the summer off and went to Alabama. I needed time to myself, I needed time to heal. I needed time to get over the guilt.

Perhaps if I hadn't operated of them, they might survive. I get sick at the memory of my time in the theatre. I wish I could take that back. I don't want to identy myself with the title doctor.

After three months, I came back. My position in the hospital has been filled, not like I was going to go back, but sometimes it stings when I think of how long it took me to get where I got to.

I realised that half of my savings was spent on the trip to Alabama and I needed extra cash. I'm not ready to send applications to other hospitals. I'm not ready to be in scrubs or be in the theatre. I'm afraid I was going to fuck up and kill more people.

I lived in a two bedroom apartment, one of the rooms which I don't use turned into a store. I decided to lease it out instead. Finding the decent Roomate was not as easy as I thought it would be. The people I found either had a medical condition, have a pet or have families that'll be coming over frequently.

I had almost given up when Bella showed up on my doorstep. She was casually dressed in a shirt and baggy jeans, and had her hair up in a ponytail.

"Hi, are you Emily Willis?"

Heading that think British accent drawn me to her.

"Oh, yes, I am."

"Great! Saw an ad that you need to lease a room."

"Yes, that true. Would you mind if we talk inside?"

And that was it. Bella loved the living area even before seeing the bedroom. We finalized the agreement at that spot and the next day she moved in. It was nice moving in with her, she's on tour and will be going back to England soon.

Tonight is one of those nights I think about myself in the theater, dressed in scrubs and doing what I love. Without Bella here to keep me company, it's easy for the thoughts to get into my head.

I switched off the TV and made my way into my bedroom. I intended on taking a cold shower and getting into bed but the sound of my phone ringing stopped me. I checked the caller ID, it's Bobby, my cousin.

Bobby is my cousin, we grew up together and he's more of a buddy and friend than cousins. I sighed in relief that he called, finally I got someone I can talk to. He's been there for me on days like this and was the one that advised me to go on that trip to Alabama.

"What's up bud?" I said as soon as I picked it up.

"I'm all good, got something that you might like."

"Coke? I'm not doing it." I replied immediately. He's been trying to tell me to get on drugs, saying things like it'll help get over my current state. He knows I don't have the money and being a doctor, I know what's best for me.

"Chillax, it's just something like your old job"

"Bob…you know I can't work in a hospital for now… I'm not mentally ready for that "I start to say a bit . He cut me off.

"This isn't anything like that. It's a private deal. Hunter… Adrian Hunter, you remember him right?"

Are you kidding me? I'll remember him even if I go senile.

"Yeah, your rockstar friend?" I asked to be sure he's the one before I get my hopes high.

"Yeah,same Adrian"

I can see the butterflies growing in my belly, eager to hear what Bob will say next.

"What's with him? Why do you need me?"

"I can't tell you all the details now, we'll see tomorrow and talk about it and know if you'll be interested. All I can tell you is that he collapsed… he's about to go on tour and we need a private doctor to keep him checked for the time he'll be on tour."

"And that person will be me?" I nearly screamed that part out loud.

"Yeah, if you're interested." He replied.

"Of course I'll be." If he's paying the attention, he must have sensed the eagerness in my voice by now.

"Good, that coffee shop still runs down your street?"

"Yeah" I nodded as though he could see me.

"Let's meet there tomorrow to talk better about it"

We discussed briefly about the time before ending the call.

After ending the call, I jumped up and looked at my screen phone to check if it's real and not my thoughts playing pranks on me that I had that conversation with Bobby.

I jumped up again, seeing that it's real. I'm about to be Adrain's personal doctor? Adrain Hunter is another famous musician and Bobby's best friend. I had a crush on him for as long as I've known him.

Adrian is like the new Justin Bieber. Popular. Billionaire. Playboy, always on tours.

The idea of getting close to him had never crossed my mind until now.

For some minutes I seemed to forget that I ought to take my bath and cry myself to sleep like I always do.

I picked up my phone which I had thrown on the bed to text Jackson. Jackson and I worked in the cardiology department at U&H hospital.

Emily: you won't believe what just happened!!! I'm about to be Ad

rian fucking Hunters' person doctor!

I know the details aren't clear but he'd call me as soon as he got my message.