Saturday afternoon. I wake up from a, let’s say, “Good morning/Good-bye noise”. Late afternoon, I am still in bed. Last night was something alright.
Here we are, about to knock on her door. I’m scared, but in a good way. I guess I’m excited. Are we going to talk about yesterday? Are we going to just ignore it and be friends? Anything could happen at this point.
Late night at the hospital again, walking through the hallways full of hope and white coats. I'm blending in wearing blue scrubs, but in reality, I am screaming for attention. Blue scrubs mean you are a doctor, but not one with any power, yet. As you might've guessed already, I am a 4th year medical resident at East Wave Central. One of the busiest hospitals on the East Coast. We have the best residential program in the country, as well as the greatest trauma and neurosurgeons. My name is Saia, I’m 26, turning 27 in a month, but who wants to think about getting old, am I right?
Tuesday morning. I wake up... and I can feel how wet my underwear is. Definitely didn’t forget... Last night was intense. What have I done? I can’t face him again... But I have another class on Thursday with him... I’m just going to sit in the back of the class and pretend nothing happened. I have to get dressed, I promised Christina we’ll go out for lunch.
Monday morning. I wake up with a headache so bad I’m debating skipping class today. It’s university, who cares if you skip one class, right? Well anyway, I get up and make my way to the kitchen to try and attempt to make coffee. While waiting for the delicious drink that will warm me inside and hopefully get rid of my headache, I look out the big window covering an entire wall to try and decide what to do. It is a rainy day, which only makes me want to stay in bed even more. I really shouldn’t... My daydreaming was interrupted by the high pitched sound of the coffee maker letting me know my boost of energy is ready. I put it in a mug that I can take with me and make my way back into my room to change.
Monday night. No, it might be Tuesday night. I lost track of time. We’ve been in bed ever since we left my office. Well to be honest, we moved from the kitchen to the living room, hot tub, bathroom... I’m just going to say the whole house. Everyone remembers how Part 3 ended, am I right? *smirk face*
Thursday night. As we can remember I ended up knocking on her door, not having a clue about what happened next. (H) – “So we finally meet...”
Monday night. I take off my clothes slowly in front of the window with a breathtaking view. I live on the 20th floor of a 25 story building. The walls in the apartment are made out of brick, giving you a vintage yet modern feeling. The windows take up an entire wall, portraying the city lights at night, hiding the most lustful secrets.