First Love First Aid

Leigh Royals © 2006

It’s a hard and fast rule that business and pleasure should be kept apart. But lately, I keep feeling an attraction growing for my boss. It doesn’t help that he is a doctor and I am a nurse. Not that doctors and nurses cannot date, just certainly not the nurse working for said doctor. Although, as clichéd as it sounds, women sometimes became nurses to meet and marry a rich doctor. I became a nurse because of the other cliché, I like to help people.

I guess I am what you could call a late bloomer. I never really had any serious boyfriends. I have gone on dates with other men, but never really felt chemistry. So while you could say I’m new to the game of love, I am not completely ignorant in the ways of romance. I know what men like, and what women look for, but nothing ever piqued my interest. That is, until now.

I think what caught my attention is his bed-side manner. Doctor Neese is good with our patients. He is so compassionate and usually takes much time with them for their questions. When a patient’s prognosis is poor, he is visibly moved and equally upset.

Not every physician gets so involved in his clients’ well-being. And even if he is having a bad day, when he enters the exam room, his blue-eyes sparkle and he puts on a smile. I wonder if any of the patients notice how handsome he is.

I wanted to impress him today and took more time to look my best. One can only do so much when wearing white. I usually go with the natural look, with the least amount of make-up as feasible. Today, I used all the tools in my beauty aid arsenal to accentuate my eyes and mouth. I’m so fair, though, and while a little goes a long way, a little more might be too much. I get flirted with by enough patients as it is.

I am still surprised at how bold some can be. And I wonder if he ever notices. But this morning he said I have great eyes. I felt the heat coming to my face as I relished in his compliment. I hope I was not obvious in my attempt to gain his attention. But his noticing was encouraging. He then said that I have a nice smile, in front of the patient, no less!

Oddly enough, every patient was on time today, so we made it through our appointments with efficiency. Since Dr. Neese had a meeting for his final slot of the day, I assumed I'd go home early, until I heard him call my name.

“Marla?” I wonder what he needs, because all of the patients are gone.

“Yes, sir?” I know it is old-fashioned to address him in this manner, however, I still would show respect, even if I didn’t like him.

“I have to step out for a minute, and I know you are done for the day, but could you stick around?”

I wonder what he needs me for so I ask, “Is there anything I need to prepare for your meeting?”

His face was a mask of emotion. I cannot quite read the half-smile he offers. “No, just be here.”

His odd request has me feeling anxious about staying, so I find tasks needing completion around the office. I take a quick inventory, clean all of the exams rooms. I expect the doctor will be on the phone, he usually has many conference calls. While I clean, I’m daydreaming of going on picnics with him, or just to a nice dinner. I think a nice cup of coffee would settle my mind. I’ll leave him a cup, too.

A grown woman indulging in school-girl crushes must be a rarity. Who would know this professional, licensed person pines for her employer? If I thought he felt the same, I would probably find another job. There’s always a need for my services somewhere. My stomach is not settling and this coffee is not helping.

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He’s back now and drinking his coffee. “Thanks, Marla.”

“You are welcome, Dr. Neese.”


Doesn’t he have a meeting? I need to make myself scarce.


“I needed you to stay because this meeting was for you. We need to talk.”

Oh, no, this can’t be good. He usually does this when something has gone wrong.

“Have a seat, please.”

My knees are locked, but I somehow manage to sit. This is how his patients must feel when waiting for news, good or bad.

“Marla, I have been really impressed with your work this past year.”

“Thank-you, sir.”

“I’m not finished. You see, it is hard to find a nurse, an assistant, who can anticipate what I’ll need for each patient and be able to keep me on the ball and running smoothly.”

I’m thinking that I’m just doing my job....

“You are able to alert me to important matters, and I don’t usually have to ask for what I need.”

“I’m glad to meet your needs, and the patients. It’s my pleasure, I really love my job.”

Is he going to can me?

“You are great at your job, but….”


“I am bringing another doctor into the practice and he will need a nurse, a good one. I recommend you for the position.”

“Me, sir? Will you hire another nurse to assume my position, or will I work for both of you?”

“No, I’m going to go into teaching.”

I feel sad, I’ve really liked being his nurse, but he is so smart. At teaching position would be really good for him.

”Oh, Dr. Neese, you are an excellent speaker! I think that would be a wonderful career move for you. When does this new doctor come?”

“He will come soon.”

“Will I start for him when he comes, or will you stay on? I must say that I hate to see you go.”

“Well, you’ll still see me. And you’ll work just for him.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, that is, I hope you’ll still see me. There is one matter you have neglected in your duties.”

“And that is?”

“My heart. Marla, I would like to see more of you. And I couldn’t do that until now.”

“Oh.” My heart is really fluttering now, I think it may stop! “If I accept this new position, when does it start?”

“That depends on when can you go to dinner with me? If I wait too much longer, I might need first aid.”

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Leigh Royals is an author of poetry, songs, short stories and historical romance. She resides on the southern east coast and enjoys the breezes on the beach while she finds the time to hone her craft. When not writing, she cares for her menagerie of four birds and one poodle. Visit her webpage or send her an email.

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