Tap Out (Reaper's Den Book One) - Nikki Mays Page 0,4
at the vain ass who just yesterday complained that he gained a few pounds.
“This apartment isn’t big enough for two bitches.” He hisses.
I nod my head seriously. “Especially with how much your ass has been growing.”
“I’m the one cooking tonight whore. Do you really want to end up with diarrhea, because I can make that happen.” He deadpans.
I roll my eyes and walk fully into the living room after removing my sneakers at the door. I plop my tired butt down on the couch so that I can still see the pain in the ass that I live with.
“And to answer your original question, yes today was a rough day.” I groan as I stretch out my aching legs. Being on my feet for twelve hours is a killer some days. I should consider working the night shift. Those heffers don’t do half as much as day shift does.
Brad eyes me warily before walking over to the fridge, and pulls out a bottle of chardonnay. Did I call him a pain in the ass? I mean the world’s best friend and roommate. He pours a large glass and walks it over to me. I swear, no matter how much of a drama queen he can be, it’s moments like this that totally make up for it.
He hands me the glass and I take it eagerly. I take a huge sip as he asks, “What did that ugly cow do now?”
I groan in both appreciation of the crisp wine on my tongue and in annoyance at the bitch that I have to deal with at work. “Not only did she give me a C-diff (Clostridium difficile infection) patient, but one who has a massive wound vac.” I take another sip of my wine. “So, not only did I get the wonderful pleasure of cleaning out a nasty ass wound, but I had to clean the guy up three times in one hour because he kept shitting himself.”
Not that I blame the poor patient. He couldn’t help it. C-diff makes it impossible to control yourself. And the gaping wound is because the shitty nursing home that he’s in didn’t take care of him well at all. Truly, I feel horrible for the eighty-two year old man. He really is such a sweetie. But damn, I have had all of the patients that no one else wants lately. And it’s all thanks to my charge nurse Karen. Seriously, the name says it all.
I thought that I would be happier moving from the Emergency Room up to the Orthopedic Unit. And I was, for a while, until Karen decided that she hated me for whatever reason. Anytime that she’s the charge nurse, I get the worst patients possible. I knew that I should’ve just called out.
Brad gives me a smug ass look. “I told you to transfer over to Labor and Delivery with me. Everyone is happy when helping to bring a cute baby into this world.”
I raise my eyebrow at him. “Did you tell me last week that there was a fight on your floor?”
He rolls his eyes and waves his hand in the air. “Psh, that doesn’t count.”
I cough out a laugh. “How doesn’t that count?”
He sits down next to me on the couch and stretches his forty-five mile long legs out next to mine. He leans his head against the back on the couch and rolls it to his right to look at me. “It doesn’t count because it wasn’t any of the nurses fighting. It was just the dude’s wife and mistress slash now baby mama who were getting into a fight.” He giggles to himself. “Honestly, it was pretty impressive considering that they were both in labor and having contractions.”
I shake my head. “I still can’t believe that they both went into labor at the same time. That’s just some crappy luck.”
Brad’s snort shakes the couch. “Please, it’s the least that his cheating ass deserved. Watching two pregnant women slap the ever-loving shit out of him totally made my year.” He says gleefully.
“True,” I agree, “he deserves much worse. But can you imagine being those women and believing that you’re having a baby with the man of your dreams, only to find out that he’s a lying sack of shit. At least the baby mama only has to deal with him for the baby’s sake. His wife now has to go through separating her whole life. Finding that out on a day that’s supposed to be one of the