She Was Going To Kill Someone

Vanessa looked up, her breath edgy. Fortunately, it wasn't that bastard Justin. Although with the complicated situation between her and Sawyer, she was sure the person who walked in was going to think it was more than two colleagues meeting up.

Dr. Jason stepped in, blinking at the scene. “Oh. Sorry. I thought this room was empty.”

Vanessa stepped back immediately, putting space between her and Sawyer. “Dr. Jason, we were just discussing the patient.”

“Right,” Jason said, a grin plastered on his face. “Pager’s going off for both of you. Another MVA coming in. ETA ten minutes.”

Sawyer didn’t look at her.“Scrub in, Dr. Monroe.”

Vanessa nodded and walked out without another word.

The second case was faster. Cleaner. A teenager with a punctured lung. After the surgery, Vanessa got ready to go home. She was fucking tired and she also wished to avoid Sawyer.

But what she didn't expect was to bump into two eye sores.

Justin and Brooklyn were walking hand in hand towards her. They had tacos in their hands. Big smiles plastered on their faces, as they took bites from the tasty snack in their hands. Her ex best friend stood on her tippy toes as Justin was much taller than her to kiss him on the cheek.

Their eyes met with one another. Justin whispered something to her best friend who looked at her, and then giggled.

"Vanessa!" Her best friend ran towards her. She embraced her tightly, crushing her.

"It's been a while since I last saw you, after all that has happened in the past days, I thought you'd die of grief and heartbreak."

"What grief? Were you so wiped out yesterday that your memory doesn't work?" Vanessa asked, she was calm, not in the least pissed by them. She had perfectly masked the anger and hatred she harbored towards them.

She wasn't going to give her the benefits of seeing her unhappy.

“ You…!” Brooklyn spat out, angrily.

“ You what? I thought you had a wiped memory because the last time I saw you and that trash was when you were getting wiped in a closet like the perfect slut that you are,” Vanessa shrugged. "Besides, why would I die of grief? I've been separated from a public toilet. It's a thing of joy."

Brooklyn's smile faded. She was hoping to taunt her, but she was the one being crushed.

"Really?" Brooklyn sneered. "You are unworthy of Justin, which is why you got separated from him."

Vanessa tilted her head to the side to have a look at Justin who was on a phone call. "I would choose being crippled over being with Justin. A man who chases everything in a skirt is a dog."

"Regardless of him being promiscuous, you stayed with him," Brooklyn pointed out. " You are here spewing nonsense about him being a flirt but you stayed with him."

Vanessa had no one to blame for that except herself. Signs were there, warnings she got from others jadbeen there too but she had turned a blind eye to them.

If she hadn't caught them in the act, she would still be living in denial.

Vanessa let out a sigh."I was stupid enough to have stayed with him. It's something I regret, I should have left sooner."

Justin was done with his phone call and he came over to where they were.

"Hi baby," Justin wrapped his hands around Brooklyn's waist and he pulled her in for a kiss.

"Get a room," A doctor hissed, obviously disgusted by their public display of affection, "This is a hospital, not a motel" She scoffed at them before walking away.

"Vanessa, how was the test?" Justin inquired, "I see you're still keen on getting picked."

"Yes, what about it? Do you have a problem with it? According to Dr. Sawyer, your father, you still have a test to take before either of you are granted residency," Vanessa reminded, smiling faintly.

"Yes, my father, the senior doctor who is supposed to grant you residency," Justin gently stroked her best friend's hair.

Then with a smirk, he reminded Vanessa. "My father is the one who is going to grant you residency, that means anything can happen."

Vanessa looked at him from head to toe before settling on Brooklyn. "Try to work on getting hers before you worry over mine."

"My dad is the one who decides, I don't have to lift a finger but you, you'll never become a resident here, I will do all it takes to see you out."

Vanessa moved closer to him, he was much taller than her.

"I'd love to see you try," Vanessa held the gaze, her eyes filled with rage and hidden mockery. With that video in her hand, it would be easy to crush Brooklyn. Justin might be difficult because of his father, though.

"Babe, let's not waste our time on this good for nothing," Brooklyn hissed. "Wasting your time on her is of no use," she wrapped her hands around his.

"Best of luck on getting your residency because you'll need all the luck you can get, aspiring Surgeon Vanessa." Justin wore a mocking gaze and a flicker of lust as he walked away, held tightly by an obvious jealous Brooklyn.

Vanessa caught Justin's lustful gaze and the obvious seething expression of Brooklyn. With a satisfied smile, she let out. “ This is just the beginning, Brooklyn. You got yourself a trash can!”

Vanessa curled her hands into a fist, she was boiling with anger. Tears began to gather at the corner of her eyes.

"No, Vanessa," She took deep breaths. Crying over someone who wasn't worthy to hold the hem of her dress was a waste of time.

She needed something to cool off her mood.

Or else she was definitely going to kill someone.