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I knew twelve words, tops, from two whole years of Spanish classes.

“Oh, that’s Elodie’s patient,” the first one said.

I nearly rolled my eyes.

I hated when that was said. I mean, be a decent human being and go help the woman, for Christ’s sake.

Rolling my eyes, I turned my back on the two nurses and headed for the nurses’ station, stopping in front of the charge nurse. Another bitch I couldn’t stand but had to deal with anyway.

“Polly,” I greeted her civilly. “There’s a patient in room two who needs help to the bathroom.”

Polly glanced up from her phone, a coffee in her hand, too, and said, “That’s Elodie’s patient.”

I gritted my teeth and turned, walking back to the patient. “I know you probably can’t understand this, but you can feel free to just pee in the middle of the floor. Someone might clean it up, but it sure the fuck won’t be one of these lazy nurses.”

With that, I walked away, feeling badly, but knowing I had a fifteen-month-old in room six who had swallowed something that they needed an x-ray of who needed my attention.

I wasn’t a nurse.

There was a reason I didn’t follow that path.

But I was compassionate, so if she still had issues when I got done, I’d show her to the bathroom.

My secret hope was that she pissed everywhere.

But that would also be mean to her actual nurse, Elodie, who was likely in another patient’s room doing her job. Unlike the three lazy nurses I’d just talked to.

Arriving in the room, I gave a huge fake smile and got to work.

When I was done, rolling out my huge machine with me, I headed for the mouth of the ER and stopped dead in my tracks when I saw him.

The patient from earlier was with her nurse as I walked by, and I was happy to see the woman looked a whole lot happier than when I’d left her.

I tried to keep my head down as I headed toward Quincy but stopped dead all over again when a man who looked exactly like Quincy shifted to my right.

And another was talking up Polly just to his right.

Triplets.

He’d said he was a triplet.

But hearing and seeing were two different things.

Man, if I had the same ‘why choose’ fantasy other readers had, this would be the perfect scenario.

As it was, I was convinced rather quickly that they were all like Quincy.

Quincy, who was dressed much the same as earlier, minus his hat.

He was also talking to those two bitchy nurses.

I rolled right on past them out the doors of the ER.

But I didn’t escape.

Quincy called my name, and I sped up my walk to a near jog.

It was at this point that I realized my mistake. As a chunky girl, I didn’t have much stamina. And pushing this massive machine around with me wasn’t helping.