his suggestion? “Um—your place?”
He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Yeah. You remember—the loft apartment with the bare gray walls? The couch you said looks like it came through World War II—and lost?”
She sighed. “I remember your apartment. I was just…I really need to go home. I have to do laundry tonight or I’ll be doing rounds in cutoffs and a T-shirt tomorrow. Maybe we can study together another night?”
Something was definitely on Haley’s mind, but he suspected it would do him no good to ask her again what was bothering her. He simply nodded and stood to escort her to the door. They were both parked in front of the coffee shop; he accompanied her down the sidewalk to her car.
He placed a hand on her shoulder to detain her when she opened her car door and prepared to climb in. “Haley—”
She glanced at his hand, then his face. “Yes?”
“You know if there’s anything bothering you, I’m here for you, right? I mean, if you want to talk or if there’s anything you need…”
She went very still for a moment, then made a face, looking more like herself than she had all evening. “Thanks, Ron. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. Just tired, I guess. Really, everything’s fine. But thanks for the concern.”
He searched her face, relieved to see that the smile was back in her eyes now. “You’re sure?”
“I’m sure. Really. Just tired.”
He chuckled. “Show me a medical student who isn’t tired.”
The smile in her eyes traveled to her lips, which tilted infectiously. “So true.”
His fingers tightened spasmodically on her shoulder. He loosened them quickly, turning the gesture into a friendly little pat. “Still, if there’s anything you need, you’ve got my number.”
“Thanks, Ron.” After a momentary hesitation, she smiled again and slid into her car. “See you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” He stepped back quickly, narrowly missing having her car door slammed on his fingers. “See ya,” he murmured, watching her drive away.
Ron was passing an open hospital room door the next afternoon when a voice stopped him. “Hey. Dr. Gibson.”
Frowning in confusion, he paused and looked around, wondering if he’d misheard.
“Psst. Dr. Gibson.”
Following the sound of the woman’s voice, he stepped curiously into the open doorway. Wrapped in a thin white blanket, Georgia McMillan sat in a recliner near the windows, facing the hallway so she could watch people go by outside her room. An IV stand sat at one side of her chair, two bags dripping into the tubes inserted in her thin arm. On the other side of the chair, an oxygen tank pumped air into the tubes in her nose.
Her breathing rasped in the quiet room, but her smile was impish when she saw that she had his attention. “How’s it going, cutie?”
He grinned. “Fine, thank you, Ms. McMillan. And you?”
“Still hanging in.”
“Is there something I can do for you?”
She crooked a bony finger at him, inviting him into the room. Thinking of the list of tasks his resident had given him to complete within the next hour, he entered. She was probably just a little lonely. As far as he had observed, Ms. McMillan had no family. She wasn’t one of the three patients he’d been assigned—she was Haley’s responsibility—but since he saw her every morning on team rounds, she wasn’t a complete stranger to him.
“How are you feeling?” he asked her.
She waved off the question impatiently. “Same as always. Must be better, though, they’re letting me out of here tomorrow.”
“That’s good to hear.” She would be back, he knew, and probably soon. It was obvious even to a third-year student that her health was deteriorating.
“How’s your life outside of work?” she asked, her gaze locked on his face. “You got a girlfriend?”
He chuckled. “No, ma’am, not at the moment. I don’t have time for one.”
“Nonsense. There’s always time for a personal life. Don’t let your job consume you.”
“I’ll try not to.”
“What about that other pretty medical student? Haley? She’s not seeing anyone, either. I asked her.”
“What about her, Ms. McMillan?”
“Why don’t you ask her out? I really like her.”
“Well, yes, so do I, but Haley and I are just friends.”
She waved her unsteady hand again. “My third husband was my best friend. Only one of my marriages that lasted. We’d still be married today if he hadn’t flipped over his tractor while he was mowing a steep hill. I lost him four years ago. Still miss the silly puns he was always coming up with.”
“I’m sorry about your loss, ma’am.”
She nodded, then shrugged. “Just shows, you have to make the most of every moment. Me and Joe did that. We had a good twelve years together.”
“I’m glad you have those nice memories of him. But Haley and I aren’t—”
She gave a wheezy laugh. “You’re thinking I’m a nosy old biddy, and you’re right. Ain’t like I’ve got anything else to do in here but watch the staff and speculate about their private lives. I like Haley. She’s a sweetheart. And since I’m leaving here tomorrow and neither of you are working this weekend, I probably won’t get another chance to meddle with the two of you.”
“Ms. McMillan—”
“Take my advice, young man. Give that one a chance. She’s a keeper.”
He smiled, both amused and unnerved by the woman’s persistence. He really did like kids and seniors, even when their artless observations startled him at times. “I’ll keep your suggestion in mind, ma’am.”
She nodded in satisfaction. “You do that.”
“I really have to get back to work. Is there anything you need before I go?”
“No. That silly girl will be in here in a few minutes. The nurse’s aide. Talks a mile a minute, and giggles between every other word. Good at her job, though,” she added grudgingly.
“Okay. Have a good night, Ms. McMillan. It’s been a pleasure to meet you. I hope you continue to do well after you return home tomorrow.”
She shrugged, an acknowledgment of what they both knew about her prognosis. “You’re a nice young man. You’re going to be a damned good doctor. Good husband material, too.”
Chuckling, he moved toward the door. He’d have to tell Haley about this conversation.
