Jillian Chantal

This week’s word of the week for Tuesday Tales is boredom. I am still in the story of Lanett and Ian. It’s slow going for some reason and I need to kick it up a notch so I can move on to other stories. I don’t know why this one is taking me so long to write. Be sure to check out the other stories here. They’re pretty awesome.

“How in the world did you get hooked up with two British doctors in such a short period of time? It’s not like New York City is teeming with us.”

“I don’t really know. When I advertised for a new partner in the medical journal, I didn’t expect to come across another but you were the best qualified. I also thought we would get along well.”

Ian stood. “I’m convinced now she’s had a psychotic break and somehow has fixated on me. She’s got a long road ahead of her to recovery but I have to say this. If she comes back to work here, I’ll have to leave. There’s no way I’ll be in the same place as her again unless it’s in a courtroom beside the woman she tried to kill.”

“You’re going to encourage your friend in pursuing the charges against Nancy?” Donald rose from his seat.

“No. I’m leaving that to the authorities. If they have their doctors examine her mentally, I will stand by whatever they decide based on those tests. I’ll also suggest my friend do the same. I’m merely putting you on notice that Nancy goes or I go. No matter if she avoids being charged with a crime.”

“I get it. You don’t have to beat me over the head.”

“Just so we’re clear.” Ian pivoted on his heel and headed down the hallway, asking the nurse he passed which room his first appointment of the day was in.

Ian wanted to ring Lanett and discuss what he’d just learned with her but decided it would be better to explain in person. He wasn’t sure if she’d gone to work or was still recovering from her ordeal with Nancy.

He knew he couldn’t try to contact her while the lobby was stacked high with patients. So much for staying ahead of the schedule today. It was important to set the record straight with Donald though, so he couldn’t regret starting the day behind. Hopefully, he’d be able to catch up and talk to Lanett during his lunch break.

The truth of the matter was, he has so much to do, chances of him dying of boredom were slim to none. He suppressed a laugh when he opened the door to exam room two. Bored? Him? Never.

Glancing down at the chart he’d pulled from the bin nailed to the outside of the door, he smiled. This appointment would be fun. It was ten-year-old Matilda, one of his cheekiest patients. She always brightened his day. Lord knew he needed someone like her today.