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his hand grab my wrist and spin me
around. He pulled me back into the room to face him. His brooding
eyes searched mine; the room was filled with a tension I
couldn ’ t describe. “ This conversation
isn ’ t finished, ” He
scolded.
    His body
closing in on mine and his bold hand not letting go. Frozen to my
spot I wished him to kiss me. I found myself undeniably attracted
to him. His finger stroked my cheek and he began to lower his head
towards mine, then as if catching himself becoming inappropriate,
he suddenly stopped himself and stepped back before saying, “ We better get back before they start paging
us. ” I needed a second to recompose myself; I had
practically gone into cardiac arrest.

 
     
    ~13~
    Today was an exciting day in my residentship because
it was the first day I would enter the Cath Lab as more than just
an observer. Bradley handed me a pair of surgical scrubs and
said, “ You ’ re going to have to
change into these. ”
    “Right here,
right now? ” I quietly flirted so the Unit Clerk
couldn ’ t hear what I was saying to Bradley. I had become far
too bold with him since our last serious discussion and he
didn ’ t seem to be shying away from it.
    “No, Maggie,
the UCA will show you where to go and be quick about it, we have a
long list of people we have to get through
today. ”
    “What are we
doing today? Valvuloplasties? ” Angioplasties?
Angiograms? ”
    “Angiograms to
begin with, now go. ”
    “I like it when
you ’ re bossy, ” I winked at him and then turned to
catch Maggie was smirking at me.
    She winked at
me and whispered, “ You have to be
careful, he ’ s got a bitch ex-wife
you need to watch out for! ”
    I shrugged
nonchalantly, “ Ex, is the key
word! ”
    Maggie pointed
to the door behind where I was standing, “ Change room is
behind you. ” I turned around and headed through
the door. The room was small and full of lockers, most with no
locks on them. There was a bin for dirty linen and a small
bathroom. I slid my clothes off and placed them in an empty locker.
The pants had a pull string so one pair fit many sizes. I pulled
the string as tight as it would go but they still felt loose. I put
on the top and then headed back out to Maggie and
Bradley.
    “Do they fit
okay? ” He asked.
    “The top does,
but the pants are loose, I ’ m afraid they are
going to fall. ”
    “I ’ m not, I wouldn ’ t turn away
either. ” He teased. Dr. Hart was flirting back. How
delicious! I lifted the shirt to show him the slack in the waist. I
knew there was nothing he could do for me because they were the
smallest size.
    He took me into
one control room looking out into two different Cath labs. He
pointed to one of the labs and said, “ That ’ s where
we ’ ll be working today. ” The control room had
a desk with a microphone and a telephone facing each Cath lab, so
two cardiologists were able to work on different patients at the
same time. The other Cath lab wasn ’ t being used
currently so the lights were off and we had the control room to
ourselves.
    The nurses were already prepping for our
first angiogram procedure. Bradley handed me a long heavy metal
vest for protection from any unnecessary radiation, and he put one
on him. He looked so hot in his surgical scrubs. I broke out
panting with desire, but I forced myself to stop.
    We joined the
nurses and Bradley began showing me how to freeze the sight close
to the groin before making the incision, then he inserted a long
guide wire up into the patient ’ s artery, and when he
had the wire in the exact position he wanted it in, he flushed dye
through so we could get a good look at the
patient ’ s arteries determining if there were any
occlusions and by how much. We would then finish off the procedure
and the nurses would take that patient away.
    Bradley took me
back to the control room where we reviewed the images we had
previously seen in the Cath lab in greater detail, discussing the
patient ’ s condition