My Girl, chapter 2

Adie just left. She said as soon as I'm out of the hospital we're going to finalise the divorce and sort out who gets custody. God, I feel horrible. 12 years of marriage with the woman I love, jst thrown out of the window like that. I can't blame her though, I should've spent more time with her and the kids, maybe then I wouldn't be in this position. I guess I'm gonna have to move on. Will I be able to move on?

***

"Ah, Mr. Armstrong, I see you've woken up." I looked up and saw a woman.
"I'm Dr. Peterson. How are you feeling?" she asked.
"I feel like shit. My head's killing me!" I exclaimed.
She chuckled softly.
"When can I get out of here?" I asked over eagerly.
"I'm not sure yet, but I'll let you know as soon as possible," she replied
I just grunted.
"I can't stand hospitals!" I stated. I was pretty frustrated.
"Don't worry Mr. Armst-" I cut her off and said..
"Please call me Billie," I said
She chuckled again.
"Don't worry Billie, I'm sure you won't have to be here much longer," she assured.
"Oh okay." I let out.
"Well I must be off now," she said. "I'll be back later with your food."
"Oh great! I'm gonna have to eat the hideous stuff these people call food!" I thought to myself.

***

"I'm back." I looked up and saw Dr. Peterson holding a tray of hospital food aka ugly goop.
I looked at her with a look of horror.
"Oh come on, its not that bad!" she said with a smile spread across her face.
"Are you kidding me? It's horrible!" I said. She laughed.
"Well, maybe I can pull a few strings and take you to the Starbucks across the street?" she suggested. A huge grin spread across my face
"That would be awesome!" I replied
"Okay I'll be right back." and with that she left.

A few minutes later...

She returned with a smile
"Do you have clothes to wear?" she asked
"Yup, my friend, Mike, brought me some," I replied with a huge grin. Though I was still pretty wrecked about Adie maybe this doctor will help me forget about her for a little while...

So I changed into my clothes and we left.

At Starbucks...


"So Dr. St-"
"Kelly," she interrupted
"Okay, Kelly, tell me a little bit about yourself," I said
"Well, I originally come from New York, but I got an offer to work here in Oakland, I've been working here for about three years now," she explained with a smile. "I know its not that interesting, being a doctor sounds pretty boring and at times it is, but the feeling you get when you've saved someone's life is amazing but then again, the feeling you get when you weren't able to save that life and then you have to face the family and tell them the bad news, its pretty horrible." She added with such emotion and such passion. Wow she seems as into her profession as I am in mine. I smiled at her.
"And you? Tell me about yourself," she said
I chuckled and asked "So you weren't pretending not to know who I am?" She looked at me puzzled. "What?" she asked.
"You seriously don't know who I am?" I asked her.
"I seriously don't know who you are," she replied
"Have you ever heard of a band called Green Day?" I asked.
"I've heard of them, but never heard their music. My niece has a crush on the drummer," she stated
"Well I'm the lead singer," I told her, pretty nervous that she was going to jump on me because I'm famous. Okay she's going to jump in 3...2...1.
"Cool, so you travel a lot and stuff then?" she asked calmly
"Wow!" I exclaimed
"What?" she asked confusedly
"Aren't you going to jump on me and cause a scene or anything?" I asked
"No, the way I see it you're a human, like me, who has a job, like me, both our jobs effect people, but in a different yet same way, your job is to make music and this music might make many people's lives easier to live and even save lives, my job is to operate on sick people, I can make peoples lives that are difficult easier, and I can also save dying peoples lives, see both are pretty similar," she explained
"True, very true," I replied, pretty impressed by her explanation.
She chuckled.
I'm starting to like this doctor, she's pretty cool...
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