Why Am I Lila Jones by Samantha Caufield

Author:Samantha Caufield [Caufield, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-09-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Good morning, my loves.” With my hot Starbucks coffee in my hand and sunglasses on my head, I greet my crew standing by Sarah’s desk.

“Good morning, Dr. Jones.” Sarah sits in her chair, and the team scatters to get ready for the day.

Something is different about Sarah. Did she cut her hair or do her makeup different? My eyes are squinting as it to make me see the missing clue.

“Are you okay?” Sarah asks as she moves the mouse to wake up her computer.

“Yeah, did you cut your hair?” Just a random guess. Hopefully I’m right so I don’t look like an idiot.

“I did. Yesterday. Do you like it?” She runs her hand through her hair. “I feel like it’s too short.”

“No, I love it. It brings out your eyes more, and it fits your bubbly personality.”

“Thank you. So, today, we have Mrs. Butler coming in for her breast augmentation at nine-thirty. Brittany is already in the room with our patient, getting everything ready. Do you need me to do anything?”

“No thank you. I think I’ve got it.” My wrist moves to get my watch to light up. The watch reads eight-fifty. “I’m going to go ahead and change. Thank you for your help.”

There is no time to go to my office and check emails. The cold room temperature hits my face, and goose bumps appear all over my body. We always keep the surgical and changing room cold to help keep our asses awake. The hard part is when it’s cold, it’s hard to take your clothes off.

Here we go.

I unbutton my pants, yank them over my thick thighs as quickly as possible, and grab my scrub pants. Back in the day, I used to want black and purple scrubs, but after a couple of surgeries, it wasn’t worth the fifty bucks a set to just throw them away because a customer’s blood was scattered all over them.

A tiny prayer escapes to help my blood temptation stay put and help me successfully complete this breast augmentation.

A petite woman with long red hair lies on the operating table. She’s jabbering away to Brittany about a bathing suit that she bought to wear after the surgery. Just by her hand motions and attitude, I can tell this girl is a California surfer.

My throat clears to alert them I am in the room and ready.

“Good morning, Dr. Jones. The patient is set up and ready to go.” Brittany lays the operating table down to a full laying position.

“Good morning,” I say.

The patient with piercing-green eyes looks up at me as I lean over the table. “How are you, Ms. Butler?” Not giving her time to start talking, I continue, “Like I said in our consultation, with this being a breast augmentation, the surgery will last a little longer. You’ll be okay and ready for that swimsuit in a few weeks.” I give her a little wink and nod at Brittany to let her know we are ready for her to begin.

The patient drifts away as Brittany covers her mouth with oxygen.

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