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looks really huge in them .” I raise my eyebrows at her as if this should be obvious to everyone.
    “Ok. I’ll give you Andrew,” Mercy concedes.
    “Look, don’t go reading anything into it. Landon is just a guy with the most amazing smile who dances really well. I’ve never met a guy who had those things wrapped up into one, super-hot package. He caught me off guard. That’s all.”
    “Ok…for now. In the meantime…Dr. Fisher was asking about you again last week!” Mercy doesn’t like to miss an opportunity to set me up, especially with a doctor. “You want me to talk to him?”
    “No. You know my rule on going out with people I work with,” I say.
    “You don’t technically work with him. He works an opposite shift from you.” Now Mercy is the one raising her eyebrows like this is a no-brainer.
    “Fine. It’s a firm maybe . Let me think about it,” I tell her as I surrender.
    “Ok, but he’ll be here at six to start his rounds, so you better tell me yay or nay before then otherwise it’s a definite yay,” she smiles. Mercy picks up her charts and heads down the hall to check on her patients before I have a chance to argue with her.
    I head down to the pharmacy and tell the person helping me that I am there to pick up the meds I re-ordered for my patient. She gives me a quizzical look and asks if I checked the bin where that med is held. I start to lose it a little bit but contain myself for the greater good. I may still be a little on edge from my recent personal revelation, but this whole thing with them not having the meds for my patient is what’s really irking me.
    “Yes,” I say in a controlled voice. “Of course I checked. There wasn’t any there, which is why I re-ordered it, even though I ordered it the first time two hours ago.”
    The pharmacist steps in and takes care of getting me the medication I need for my patient and assures me that the daily order for it is now updated and that we shouldn’t have any problems in the future.
    I give patient one her meds and check her temperature. It’s about 103, so I check the cooling blanket that she’s laying on. The blanket is warm so there is no cold or cool water circulating. It might be because the nurse before me didn’t clamp the blanket before putting it under the patient. The patient’s weight will have pushed all the water out and seeing as how she weighs 300 pounds, it’s not going to refill until I take it out.
    I manage to grab Mercy and another nurse to help me roll the patient over so that I can take the blanket out. The other nurse can’t lift more than 25 pounds due to a recent injury so she’s the one that takes the blanket out. We watch the blanket to see that it fills now that it’s free to. Nothing. No filling. So, I order a new blanket, and new cooling machine, just in case.
    “Oh, dear Lord, it’s only 10:30,” I sigh, putting my face in my hands.
    “It can only get better, right?”
    “Dr. Fisher! I didn’t know you were on call tonight,” I say with both surprise and nervousness. I’m hoping with everything in me that Mercy hasn’t gotten to him yet. I haven’t had a moment to think about if I’m going to break my cardinal rule.
    “Dr. Wallace had a family emergency, so he asked me to cover for him.
    Tomorrow is going to be rough since I still have rounds at six,” he says with
    a smile and a breathy laugh. Dr. Adam Fisher is attractive for sure. He’s tall with broad shoulders, wavy blonde hair, and blue eyes. He’s kind of dreamy. Wrap that up with him being the head of the spinal surgical team and he’s every mother’s dream for her little girl.
    “So…Mercy said I should ask you something,” he tells me with a soft tone. I’m going to kill her. “I know our schedules are a little crazy, but, would you like to have dinner with me this week?” Dr. Fisher smiles and my heart does that thing where it feels like it skips a beat. If I’m going to break the rules, I suppose Dr. Hottie is a