Room for More

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My running shoes clicked against the cold tile floor while I walked quickly through the hallway connecting the main building to the emergency room wing. I was so lost in my thoughts about timing and the irony of my life that I didn’t notice the big wooden door to my right swing open until Zach grabbed my arm and pulled me inside.
“Get the hell off me!” I snapped, jerking my arm free.
He pushed me into the janitorial closet and closed the door behind him, blocking it so I couldn’t leave.
“Was that them?” His face was panicked, his dark brown eyes drilled into mine.
“Was that who?” I responded, irritation dripping from my words.
“Them. At the table… our girls.”
My eyes widened as I fought the urge to lunge forward and strangle him with my bare hands. “They’re my girls, not yours,” I spat at him through clenched teeth.
“That was them, wasn’t it?” His voice was gentle.
“No, genius, I was having lunch with some other random six-year-old twins. Get out of my way.”
He crossed his arms across his chest and stood firm. “Why won’t you talk to me?”
“Why?” I yelled incredulously. “I can think of five years’ worth of reasons. Now move it!”
“Kacie, please. I have so much to explain.” He took a step toward me, causing me to instinctively back up against the shelves of cleaning supplies behind me. “Can we meet up after work today? Just to talk? I’ll buy you a cup of coffee.”
“Coffee? You abandoned us for five years and you want to buy me fucking coffee?” My heart was pounding so hard I thought I might die of a heart attack right there. I grabbed on to the hem at the bottom of my scrubs so that I didn’t reach out and punch him in his damn mouth.
“I just want to talk to you. Please?” he begged with sad, pathetic eyes.
“Sure, we can talk—in five years!” I rushed past him and pushed the door open. “Eye for an eye, asshole!” I called back before the door closed.
Tears were rolling down my cheeks by the time I reached the ER, though I didn’t know why. I wasn’t sad. I was mad.
So. Fucking. Mad.
My hands shook so fiercely, I didn’t know how I was going to be able to insert an IV, check someone’s pulse, or even write my name for the rest of the day. I wanted to run. Run straight to the bathroom, splash my face with cold water, and regain my composure the best I could, but I was already late from my break. I slid quietly back into The Square and asked Darla to update me on patients.
“Nada,” she said, spitting pieces of chewed-up turkey sandwich all over my sleeve. “It’s been really quiet. Lady with a UTI in one, guy with a broken wrist in three. Let’s hope it stays like this for the rest of the day.”
I smiled at her, praying to all that is holy that what she said was right. No more patients today, at least not ones that have to come in by ambulance.
Darla’s eyes sparkled at something over the desk. I looked up to see Zach leaning against the counter, glaring down at me.
“This isn’t over,” he said sternly, pinning me to my chair with his intense eyes.
I swallowed hard and looked down at the desk, not wanting to make a scene in front of Darla. When I heard his footsteps fade, I looked up at Darla who was staring at me with her eyes as wide as they could possibly go.
“Don’t ask.” I sighed, dropping my head into my folded hands on the desk. “And you have bread hanging off your bottom lip.”
“You know by saying don’t ask, that means I’m definitely going to ask.”
“It’s nothing. Let’s drop it.” I sat back in the chair and crossed my arms.
“Or we can pick it up.” She giggled.
“You’re strange, Darla, but I like you.” I peered at her out of the corner of my eye.
“I like you too,” she said quickly as she took another bite. “Now spill it.”
“It’s nothing. He’s just… someone I used to know.”
Darla didn’t say anything. She just sat, staring at me and chewing loudly. It was then that I realized maybe she could give me information.
“How long has he been an EMT? Do you know?”
“Hmm…” Her eyes drifted up to the ceiling as she pulled her brows in, thinking hard. “It’s hard to tell because he may have worked for other companies before, but he’s been coming here for about a year I would say. Yes, definitely a year because he was at our holiday party last year. He came with one of the nurses he was dating.”
My stomach rolled. Not a jealous roll, but an annoyed, I-Can’t-Believe-He’s-Moved-On-With-His-Life-Like-Nothing-Happened kind of roll. This hospital was roughly thirty minutes from my house. He’d been thirty minutes away from us for at least a year. Had he ever thought about us? I supposed he could have assumed we stayed in Minneapolis, but he knew my mom was my only support system. He had to have known I’d go home. Then panic started to set in.
What if he’s going to stop by? What if he’s going to force me to talk to him, or worse, try to see the girls?
For a moment, I started to seriously consider quitting this job, saying “screw it” to my degree, packing the girls up, and moving far away.
“Hey! Did you hear me?”
I jumped as Darla’s bellow brought me back to reality.
“I’m so sorry, Darla. What were you saying?”
“You weirded out for a minute there. Does it bother you that he was dating someone?”
I scoffed. “No. Not at all.”
It bothers me that he still lives in Minnesota. I would prefer somewhere like… North Korea.
“Well, if it makes you feel any better, they broke up shortly after the holiday party. Apparently the girl he was with was caught making out with someone else in the bathroom at the party. Then she quit. That was it.” Darla reached in her lunch bag and pulled out a bag of cookies.
I swear all Darla does is eat.
“Anyway, that’s all I really know—other than he’s hot!”
I coughed, backwashing a mouthful of water back into my bottle.
“Sorry. You don’t think he’s hot?” She waited for my answer, but I was too busy choking. I just shook my head no. “That boy makes me want to turn into a jaguar.”
“A what?”
“A jaguar. You know, a woman who goes after younger men?” She wiggled her eyebrows.
“You mean a cougar?” I laughed.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it. I knew it was one of those feline animals.” Shoving a cookie in her mouth, a devilish grin slowly crept across her face.
“What?” I asked nervously, unsure I wanted to hear the answer.
“I was just thinking about that sexy, young man and what he could do to this old pussy—cat.”
She giggled uncontrollably.
Barf.
“Okay, I’ve heard enough.” I stood up and walked around to the other side of the counter.
“Where are you going?” Darla was still chuckling.
“To chat with the woman in one about her urinary tract infection. That’s gotta be more fun than listening to you purring like a cat.” I stuck my tongue out at her and walked away while she continued laughing at herself.