Those black eyes

It was in the emergency department, on an unusually hot Irish summer's day that i first spotted him. The first thing i saw were his dark black piercing eyes. He was sitting behind the reception counter in the emergency department talking to a fellow doctor, and i could only see part of his face. But i was instantly intrigued. Who is this man with the beautiful eyes? I was called away before i could investigate further and soon the fleeting thought passed.

The second time i saw him, he was standing in a cubicle talking to a patient, his back towards me. He was tall, with broad shoulders, and had a tousled of jet-black hair. He was clad in the typical dark green scrubs of the emergency department personnel. Almost immediately, i thought to myself "he must be the doctor with the beautiful eyes from before". Far from just a fleeting thought, this time my curiosity did get the best of me, as i wondered how he actually looked like. But again, the call of duty took me away from my inner thoughts as i rush to do another set of menial doctor's jobs.

The third time. Ah the third time was magic. I was sitting at the doctor's desk flipping through a new patient's chart. As i was deep in concentration, someone suddenly leaned in over my shoulder and asked if i wanted him to go through the new patient with me. I looked up, and it was him! His face just inches from mine was the doctor with the beautiful eyes, with a soothing voice to match his handsome face. I managed to stammer a yes, and he then proceeded to grab a stool and sit next to me. I realized very quickly that i couldn't look at him face to face. It was too distracting. So i pretended to read his chicken scratch handwriting as he meticulously described the patient's problems to me. I'd glanced his way once or twice but never more than a few seconds each time. I couldn't trust myself not to blush. Ah, doctors should not be allowed to be this handsome!

"Is that okay then?" he asked, breaking me out of my daydream.

"Oh, errr yes. Of course. Thanks." I did not register a word he had said, too distracted by my own stupid girlish swooning.

So anyway, i lingered in the emergency department a little longer than i should after that (like a couple of hours longer) in the hopes that he'll speak to me again. And my persistence paid off because he then had another patient for me. What i failed to tell him was that i was now off duty and it was the other Medical SHO he should be talking to. Oh, but i couldn't pass up the opportunity to hear his soothing voice, so i said nothing. Again he went through the patient's history swiftly, while i giggled inside several times, feeling giddy with excitement.

"I hope you have more patients for me," i blurted out without thinking.

He smiled, looking a little apologetic. "I'm sorry for giving u another referral". 

Opps, I didn't realize i had sounded sarcastic.

"Oh no no, don't worry. That's not it. I'm actually off now. it's the other SHO who's gonna admit them. So i don't mind at all."
Dang! Why did i say that? Did i just give myself away?

He looked confused. "Should i talk to him then?"

Shit shit shit. i have just dug a hole and buried myself in it.

"No. It's okay. I'll tell him the story".

"Hmmm, ookayy then", he drawled. "If u say so", he said as he walked away, probably thinking i was the most ridiculous person ever. While i sat there and died slowly from shame and a broken heart.

Sigh~ It's official. I am going to grow old alone and die surrounded by 12 cats like my brother had  predicted years ago.

BUMMER!~