Biker's Claim The Broken Angel is Mine (Cora and Jake) novel Chapter 90

Chapter 90

Cora POV

On the third floor, I found Sally–Anne’s parents sitting at her side. They looked up when I entered A half smile brightened her mother’s face. I have known these people ai! my life, and I wondered how much they really knew about my mother, my uncle, and the situation.

Were they supportive of my uncle playing dad? The trust I used to have for them vanished when I caught Sally–Anne in bed with the boys. How much did they know?

“Cora, I didn’t know you worked here?” Sally–Anne’s father spoke first, while the mother’s tears started to flow.

“Yes, they needed an emergency department senior nurse urgently, and I accepted the transfer a couple of months ago.”

“That would explain why we hadn’t seen you for a while. Are you happy here? What about your boyfriend?

Why did you leave?” That’s odd, I was sure I had replied to them, but I guess stress and upset can make

one forget.

“Yes, I am happy here; they treat me well, and I have made friends. As for Jake, we broke up before I left for the new job; he was secretly with Sally–Anne for months.” I replied with a slight hitch in my voice, before I managed to swallow the lump that was forming in my throat. It would be silly to ask how they

were when I could see they both had red eyes.

“I don’t believe you.” Mrs Mertile said, glaring at me with hurt and fear.

“I can send you a picture if you like, to prove it.” I looked at her chart, and then at Sally–Anne. She was not getting any better, and at the rate she was fading, she wouldn’t last much longer. I walked to her side. Sally–Anne’s father watched me, but didn’t stop me from touching her arm.

“I always knew you liked Paul, and was surprised to find you with Jake too. I forgive you.”

“Show me.” Mr Mertile asked, grabbing my wrist as I turned to leave.

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I nodded to him, pulled out my phone, flipped to the pictures, held it up, flipped through them, and handed

it back to him.

“Sorry, I didn’t know. Will she live?” He asked, hiding how he felt about seeing the pictures.

“I am no doctor,” I replied, avoiding the answer.

“You know more than you are letting on. Tell me.” He pushed.

“Sally–Anne’s fading; if she doesn’t stabilise soon, she will be gone in a few days.” I watched him digest

what I said before he nodded, and I left them to their sorrow. The father will want me gone so that he can comfort his wife, understanding Sally–Anne was a breathing corpse now.

Jake’s boin had no one in it; his parenta same, saw and left, not hanging around. Didn’t expect much from them, they were never around when he needed them in the past. Jake would live, he was holding on and showing signs of improvement. He was bandaged up, machines breathing for him, in an induced coma and would be that way for at least another week, too much swelling on the brain, but he should pull through, according to the slight improvements he has made, but still that could change in a flash.

“Jake, I don’t understand where I went so wrong with you, but I forgive you.” I had to tell them both that !

forgave them, for my own peace of mind, but I couldn’t do that with Paul; he was already gone, so I had spoken to the sky and shouted out that I forgave him yesterday, when I was on my own and decided that I

needed to let them go completely. Hoping it would give them some peace, too

That sort of hurtful baggage did not need to be carried around, and forgiveness was the only way I could

think of that would let me put it behind me.

It was time to go back to work, putting Sally–Anne’s parents behind me, they know I work here, if they want to talk some more before they leave. I feel a little lighter inside, having spoken words of forgiveness. That doesn’t mean I will ever forget; they broke a trust, and I don’t want to carry around that hurt anymore. Now I am talking to myself in circles.

“Cora, here.” A doctor called out, and work began.

There’s no off button in an emergency department; the sick and injured flow through that door faster than we can send them back out. I stitched, bandaged, listened, consoled, cheered up, and explained procedures and treatment to patients and parents. It was a normal night, rushing past. Tonight I pushed myself into taking the full hour for a lunch break. I needed to take that break; others never come back early, not even the doctors. I was stupid to come back early yesterday; it only wears me out faster and

takes too long to recover.

During my lunch, my work phone rang twice, and I let it go to voicemail, then listened to the messages left. Both nurses were trying to get me back before my break was over. If it were a doctor needing me, I might have, but the nurses are more than capable of doing their jobs and insist on their full–hour break, yet they don’t give me the same consideration. I could already see where this was going. Bluey and Scrubs don’t return early, even for ambulance arrivals with new patients. They didn’t leave their break, to attend, so I’ll use their example as president and avoid returning early.

My first stop was to see the two nurses who called me during my break.

“Kathy, how’s the patient you called me for?” Kathy looked at me, confused at first and then turned pale.

“Gone home, wasn’t as bad as I thought it was.” I nodded and didn’t call her out on her bullpoop. “Sarah, the patient you called about?” She looked sheepish, and I knew both had tried to get me to come back early, just trying to see if they could bring me back, like they did yesterday.

“Both of you, never call me during my break. In the future, I don’t call you, don’t call me.” I was calm and spoke evenly, not showing my annoyance in my voice.

The night was coming to a close. It has been a normal, rushed night. Day staff had started to arrive, and

those who started early were off home after handover. Bluey and Scrubs arrived, and Bluey called me to her office.

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