Please Remember Me
II.
“Dr. Lewis, we need you for a consult downstairs. We just had a kid come in with what seems to be severe stomach pain.” Another doctor said to her.
Cameron let out a sigh. “I’ll be right down!” she replied, trying to put a smile on her face.
She finished up some paperwork and closed her binder. She walked towards the elevators and took a look at the watch on her wrist. She had 2 more hours left on her shift. She had worked nearly 3 days straight, with a few naps sprinkled in to keep her going. She loved her job, but she was more than ready for a day off. Ready to get outside and get out of the hospital. Just 3 hours separated her from a nice glass of wine and a bubble bath. “You can do it.” She said to herself.
She took the elevator down to the emergency room floor to search for her newest patient. She pulled her blonde hair back in a ponytail and grabbed her black-rimmed glasses out of her white coat.
“Dr. Lewis, right over here.” A nurse said waving a clipboard in the air.
“Thanks Theresa. What’s going on?” Cameron asked looking over the patient’s notes.
“We have a 9 year old boy, his name is Tommy. Looks like appendicitis.” Theresa replied.
“Okay.” Cameron said flipping through the pages. “Go see if an OR is available. If it is appendicitis, we’ll have to get him in right away.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Theresa.” Cameron said.
“Yeah?” the nurse said.
“Don’t call me Ma’am. I’m 26 years old. And please, just call me Cameron. No need for titles, we’re all here to do the same thing.”
Theresa smiled. “You got it, Cameron.”
Cameron closed the notes and walked into the patient’s room. “Good Morning everyone, I’m Dr. Cameron Lewis.” She said to the family.
“Hi Doctor.” A concerned mother said.
“What seems to be the problem, Tommy?” she asked brushing the wild hair out of the child’s face.
“My stomach hurts.” He moaned.
“Mom, Dad?” she asked.
“We got a phone call from his hockey coach about an hour ago saying that he couldn’t skate or stand up on the ice. We went to go get him and took him straight here.”
“That would explain the hockey equipment then, eh?” she asked.
The kid still had on a jersey and all of his protective gear except for his gloves and helmet.
“It hurt too much to try to take it off.” The Dad chimed in.
“Okay, that’s fine. Tommy, do you mind if I check out the problem area?”
“No.” he said.
“Okay. Tell me where it hurts.” She began to apply pressure to his stomach. He didn’t flinch until she pressed down on his right side. When she did that, he yelled. “Okay. It seems like it might be appendicitis. We’ll have to get a scan real quick and if it is as I expect it, we’ll get you into surgery to get that little bugger out of you, okay Tommy?”
“No!” he said.
“Tommy.” His Mom said. “You have to do whatever the doctor says.”
“But we have a game tomorrow!”
“It’s okay if you miss the game tomorrow.” His Dad said. We need to take care of you first.”
“I know how important hockey is, Tommy.” Cameron said. “But it will always be there. That much I know. We need to make sure you’re 100% before getting out on that ice, then you can work on being the best hockey player you can be, okay?” she said calmly.
Tommy let out a sigh then nodded his head.
“Who’s your favorite player?” Cameron asked.
“Toews.”
“Oh yeah? I heard he was pretty good.” Cameron said walking towards the door.
“He’s the best. I wear 19 because of him.”
Cameron felt her heart flutter. “Okay, Tommy, we’ll get one of the nurses to take you in shortly so we can see what’s going on inside that stomach of yours.”
“Thank you Dr. Lewis.” Tommy’s Mom said.
She gave them all a smile then left the room. She ran to the nearest on-call room and went inside, locking the door. She took in a deep breath and took a seat on the edge of the bed. She exhaled and tried to gather her thoughts.
Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe it was the long hours, and maybe she did miss him more than she thought. Something about Tommy though reminded her of Jon. Yeah, he was dressed in his hockey gear but there was something more.
It had been nearly 3 years since they had split. Since then he had won a Stanley Cup, a gold medal and had become one of the best players in the world. She didn’t hear too much about him. She did virtually all she could to block the whole sport of hockey out of her life.
But this boy. Tommy. What was it? It was his passion for hockey. The boy sounded just like Jon when he talked about the sport. She rested her elbows on her knees and head on her hands.
She couldn’t help it. She was so emotionally drained that she started to cry. She grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed her best friend, Meredith.
She answered on the second ring. “Hey, you’re still alive? I haven’t heard from you in a week.” Meredith said.
“Mere.” Cameron said with a whimper in her voice.
“Cam, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Meredith asked, concerned.
“Mere. I.” Cameron broke down.
“Cameron, what’s going on?”
“It’s stupid. It’s nothing. I just, I’ve been working long hours, I’m tired and I’m probably over reacting. I have a patient.”
“Yeah, you have plenty of those.” Meredith said.
“A new one. Just met him. He’s sitting in the ER in his hockey stuff, he reminds me of-“
“Jonathan.” Meredith said, saying the name so Cameron wouldn’t have too.
“Yeah.”
“It’s okay, Cameron. Just let it out.”
Cameron cried to her best friend for all of one minute. “I’m stronger than this.”
“Yes you are, Cam. But you’re not perfect. You’re under a lot of pressure; it’s okay to break down every now and then. Your know that. You’re a smart, beautiful girl. You can get through anything. Don’t let a little reminder get you down, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Call me when you get out of work, we’ll meet up for dinner or drinks or something, okay?” Meredith asked.
“K.”
“Pick yourself up, get back to work.”
“Thanks, Mere.”
“Anytime.” Meredith said. “Put a smile on your face.”
“Okay.” Cameron said. “I’ll call you later.
“K”
“Bye.”
Cameron ended the call and stood up. She shook it off and wiped her eyes. She checked her reflection in the mirror and splashed some water on her face to get rid of any signs that she was crying. She opened up the door and walked back out into the busy hospital hallways, ready to finish out the day.
_____________
“Hey, Tazer.” Patrick Sharp said as Jon climbed into his car.
“Hey. Sharpie, what’s going on?” he replied casually putting on his seatbelt.
The guys were dressed in their suits and headed towards the rink to get ready for their game against the Red Wings tonight. It was the regular season, but they never took games against the Wings lightly. Jon had been building up the game in his head all day and he was just ready to get out on the ice.
“Nothing. Get your nap in?”
“You know it.” Jon said playing around with his iPhone.
“Must be nice.” Sharpie replied.
“Little girl keeping you awake?” Jon asked with a smile.
“Yup.”
“I’m telling you man, just come over to my place before games to rest up. Abby understands.”
“I know she does, but-“
“But what? Madelyn has you wrapped around your finger.”
Sharpie smiled. “Yeah. She does.”
Jon smiled at that. Madelyn was the cutest baby he’d ever seen. It made sense, if that were his daughter, he’d feel the same way. Jonathan always had a lot of respect for his older teammate. Patrick was always there whenever he had a problem. In fact, both Sharps were. Abby was great to talk to as well. Jon basically became a part of their family, he was always hanging out at their house, or with Patrick. He even took on babysitting duties now and then to let Abby and Patrick have some time to themselves. No wonder why his teammates called him the fourth Sharp.
“So, what are the plans for after the game?” Sharpie asked.
“I don’t know, depends on what happens I guess. Dinner for sure.”
“I say, if we win, we go out on the town and throw a few back. We don’t have a game or practice tomorrow.” Sharpie said.
“Yeah. That works too.” Jon shrugged.
“We’ll find you a little lady of your own. Well, at least until Kaner moves in on her.” Sharpie laughed.
Cameron let out a sigh. “I’ll be right down!” she replied, trying to put a smile on her face.
She finished up some paperwork and closed her binder. She walked towards the elevators and took a look at the watch on her wrist. She had 2 more hours left on her shift. She had worked nearly 3 days straight, with a few naps sprinkled in to keep her going. She loved her job, but she was more than ready for a day off. Ready to get outside and get out of the hospital. Just 3 hours separated her from a nice glass of wine and a bubble bath. “You can do it.” She said to herself.
She took the elevator down to the emergency room floor to search for her newest patient. She pulled her blonde hair back in a ponytail and grabbed her black-rimmed glasses out of her white coat.
“Dr. Lewis, right over here.” A nurse said waving a clipboard in the air.
“Thanks Theresa. What’s going on?” Cameron asked looking over the patient’s notes.
“We have a 9 year old boy, his name is Tommy. Looks like appendicitis.” Theresa replied.
“Okay.” Cameron said flipping through the pages. “Go see if an OR is available. If it is appendicitis, we’ll have to get him in right away.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Theresa.” Cameron said.
“Yeah?” the nurse said.
“Don’t call me Ma’am. I’m 26 years old. And please, just call me Cameron. No need for titles, we’re all here to do the same thing.”
Theresa smiled. “You got it, Cameron.”
Cameron closed the notes and walked into the patient’s room. “Good Morning everyone, I’m Dr. Cameron Lewis.” She said to the family.
“Hi Doctor.” A concerned mother said.
“What seems to be the problem, Tommy?” she asked brushing the wild hair out of the child’s face.
“My stomach hurts.” He moaned.
“Mom, Dad?” she asked.
“We got a phone call from his hockey coach about an hour ago saying that he couldn’t skate or stand up on the ice. We went to go get him and took him straight here.”
“That would explain the hockey equipment then, eh?” she asked.
The kid still had on a jersey and all of his protective gear except for his gloves and helmet.
“It hurt too much to try to take it off.” The Dad chimed in.
“Okay, that’s fine. Tommy, do you mind if I check out the problem area?”
“No.” he said.
“Okay. Tell me where it hurts.” She began to apply pressure to his stomach. He didn’t flinch until she pressed down on his right side. When she did that, he yelled. “Okay. It seems like it might be appendicitis. We’ll have to get a scan real quick and if it is as I expect it, we’ll get you into surgery to get that little bugger out of you, okay Tommy?”
“No!” he said.
“Tommy.” His Mom said. “You have to do whatever the doctor says.”
“But we have a game tomorrow!”
“It’s okay if you miss the game tomorrow.” His Dad said. We need to take care of you first.”
“I know how important hockey is, Tommy.” Cameron said. “But it will always be there. That much I know. We need to make sure you’re 100% before getting out on that ice, then you can work on being the best hockey player you can be, okay?” she said calmly.
Tommy let out a sigh then nodded his head.
“Who’s your favorite player?” Cameron asked.
“Toews.”
“Oh yeah? I heard he was pretty good.” Cameron said walking towards the door.
“He’s the best. I wear 19 because of him.”
Cameron felt her heart flutter. “Okay, Tommy, we’ll get one of the nurses to take you in shortly so we can see what’s going on inside that stomach of yours.”
“Thank you Dr. Lewis.” Tommy’s Mom said.
She gave them all a smile then left the room. She ran to the nearest on-call room and went inside, locking the door. She took in a deep breath and took a seat on the edge of the bed. She exhaled and tried to gather her thoughts.
Maybe it was the fatigue, maybe it was the long hours, and maybe she did miss him more than she thought. Something about Tommy though reminded her of Jon. Yeah, he was dressed in his hockey gear but there was something more.
It had been nearly 3 years since they had split. Since then he had won a Stanley Cup, a gold medal and had become one of the best players in the world. She didn’t hear too much about him. She did virtually all she could to block the whole sport of hockey out of her life.
But this boy. Tommy. What was it? It was his passion for hockey. The boy sounded just like Jon when he talked about the sport. She rested her elbows on her knees and head on her hands.
She couldn’t help it. She was so emotionally drained that she started to cry. She grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket and dialed her best friend, Meredith.
She answered on the second ring. “Hey, you’re still alive? I haven’t heard from you in a week.” Meredith said.
“Mere.” Cameron said with a whimper in her voice.
“Cam, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” Meredith asked, concerned.
“Mere. I.” Cameron broke down.
“Cameron, what’s going on?”
“It’s stupid. It’s nothing. I just, I’ve been working long hours, I’m tired and I’m probably over reacting. I have a patient.”
“Yeah, you have plenty of those.” Meredith said.
“A new one. Just met him. He’s sitting in the ER in his hockey stuff, he reminds me of-“
“Jonathan.” Meredith said, saying the name so Cameron wouldn’t have too.
“Yeah.”
“It’s okay, Cameron. Just let it out.”
Cameron cried to her best friend for all of one minute. “I’m stronger than this.”
“Yes you are, Cam. But you’re not perfect. You’re under a lot of pressure; it’s okay to break down every now and then. Your know that. You’re a smart, beautiful girl. You can get through anything. Don’t let a little reminder get you down, okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Call me when you get out of work, we’ll meet up for dinner or drinks or something, okay?” Meredith asked.
“K.”
“Pick yourself up, get back to work.”
“Thanks, Mere.”
“Anytime.” Meredith said. “Put a smile on your face.”
“Okay.” Cameron said. “I’ll call you later.
“K”
“Bye.”
Cameron ended the call and stood up. She shook it off and wiped her eyes. She checked her reflection in the mirror and splashed some water on her face to get rid of any signs that she was crying. She opened up the door and walked back out into the busy hospital hallways, ready to finish out the day.
_____________
“Hey, Tazer.” Patrick Sharp said as Jon climbed into his car.
“Hey. Sharpie, what’s going on?” he replied casually putting on his seatbelt.
The guys were dressed in their suits and headed towards the rink to get ready for their game against the Red Wings tonight. It was the regular season, but they never took games against the Wings lightly. Jon had been building up the game in his head all day and he was just ready to get out on the ice.
“Nothing. Get your nap in?”
“You know it.” Jon said playing around with his iPhone.
“Must be nice.” Sharpie replied.
“Little girl keeping you awake?” Jon asked with a smile.
“Yup.”
“I’m telling you man, just come over to my place before games to rest up. Abby understands.”
“I know she does, but-“
“But what? Madelyn has you wrapped around your finger.”
Sharpie smiled. “Yeah. She does.”
Jon smiled at that. Madelyn was the cutest baby he’d ever seen. It made sense, if that were his daughter, he’d feel the same way. Jonathan always had a lot of respect for his older teammate. Patrick was always there whenever he had a problem. In fact, both Sharps were. Abby was great to talk to as well. Jon basically became a part of their family, he was always hanging out at their house, or with Patrick. He even took on babysitting duties now and then to let Abby and Patrick have some time to themselves. No wonder why his teammates called him the fourth Sharp.
“So, what are the plans for after the game?” Sharpie asked.
“I don’t know, depends on what happens I guess. Dinner for sure.”
“I say, if we win, we go out on the town and throw a few back. We don’t have a game or practice tomorrow.” Sharpie said.
“Yeah. That works too.” Jon shrugged.
“We’ll find you a little lady of your own. Well, at least until Kaner moves in on her.” Sharpie laughed.
Notes
Just a little filler for what's to come next!I wasn't planning on writing another chapter today, but once I started, I couldn't stop.
Thank you for your comments so far!
I'd really love to know what you all think of this and where you think it should go!
Doubt you'll update but I really enjoyed reading it! And it was very well written :)
4/30/14