Four Years Later…Camila trudged int

Four Years Later…

Camila trudged into the two-story townhouse that she and Lauren shared, dropped her purse onto the floor, and promptly flopped onto the couch. Face-first. She groaned once but couldn’t summon the energy to adjust her position. She was so tired, and she felt like complete and utter shit. Today had been a long one at the psychiatric clinic. Her client’s needs depleted her of all energy and the mandatory 24 hour shift had finally come an end. As a freshman she had loved the rush of these shifts, but now as a fourth year student, Camila longed for a regular schedule with patients scheduled at least a day in advance. She liked the routine of clinic days and out-patient care.

Her cell phone rang, and she groaned because she didn’t want to move in order to answer it. It was her girlfriend calling—she had a special ringtone—and if Camila didn’t answer, Lauren would worry and leave the hospital to check on her.

That was the only downfall of choosing different specialties. They were in their final year of medical school which meant that they had a limited amount of time to clock in grueling hours of clinical experience. Lauren spent her days on the prestigious cardiac unit performing life-altering surgeries on pediatric patients and Camila spent countless hours at the psychiatric clinic. She’d missed the days where they work alongside each other, where could have lunch together or sneak in quick love-making session in an empty exam room.

She fumbled with her pocket and finally dug the phone out, putting it to her ear while she still lay facedown.

“‘Laur,” she mumbled.

“Hey baby girl” Lauren’s raspy voice filled Camila’s ear. “Just making sure you made it home safely. How was your day?”

Just hearing her voice sent warmth through Camila’s veins. “I’m tired,” Camila answered, not even bothering to lie and say fine. “Dylan Ramsey had another manic episode and it took us four hours to de-escalate his behavior. And then Tonya Frankford was readmitted because she was having suicidal thoughts. She said she stopped taking her medication months ago because she felt better. I swear you take a few steps forward and they come back right where they started. It’s so disappointing,” Camila let out a frustrated sigh.

“I’m sorry, Camzi,” Lauren said, “I know it’s frustrating but you are making a difference. Even though it doesn’t feel like it on most days. I have about an hour between cases. You should come to the hospital and have dinner with me.”

As tempting as the suggestion was, Camila was simply too exhausted to move. Going anywhere would require far more energy than she possessed. “Thanks baby but I’ll pass. I can’t even fathom leaving the house right now. Plus, Ally is coming over with a pizza,” Camila explained. “She had her first twin delivery today and she wants to celebrate.”

“Okay, well I’ll be home after midnight.”

“And I’m going to take a nap before Ally gets here,” she mumbled to Lauren. “You know how excited she gets when she has news.”

“Speaking of news,” Lauren said. “I have something to share with you but I can’t do it over the phone.”

The trickle of panic crawled over her skin, making her aware of the familiar clutching sensation in her stomach. “Good or bad?” Camila questioned.

“Um…” Lauren hesitated. “It depends on your perspective.”

Camila’s eyebrows quirked in confusion. “You know I hate surprises.”

“You know I love you, right?”

Camila eyed her phone warily. “That’s typically a lead-in people say to give themselves permission to tell you something you don’t want to hear.” She ran her tongue across the crooked ridges of her teeth.

Lauren hesitated again. “I know babe but we’ll talk later. I promise,” Lauren said softly. “I love you.”

Kết quả (Việt) 1:

Bốn năm sau...Camila trudged vào nhà phố hai tầng rằng cô và Lauren chia sẻ, rơi ví của mình lên sàn nhà và nhanh chóng flopped lên ghế. Đầu tiên phải đối mặt. Cô groaned một lần nhưng không thể triệu tập năng lượng để điều chỉnh vị trí của mình. Cô đã được như vậy mệt mỏi, và cô cảm thấy như shit hoàn chỉnh và utter. Hôm nay đã là một trong những lâu dài tại các bệnh viện tâm thần. Nhu cầu của khách hàng hết mình của tất cả năng lượng và thay đổi bắt buộc 24 giờ cuối cùng đã đến một kết thúc. Như là một freshman, cô đã yêu vội vàng trong những thay đổi, nhưng bây giờ là một phần tư sinh viên năm, Camila mong cho một lịch trình thường xuyên với bệnh nhân dự kiến ít nhất một ngày trước. Cô thích các thói quen của phòng khám đa khoa ngày và chăm sóc bệnh.Rang điện thoại di động của mình, và cô groaned vì cô không muốn di chuyển để trả lời nó. Đó là cô bạn gái gọi-cô đã có một nhạc chuông đặc biệt — và nếu Camila đã không trả lời, Lauren sẽ lo lắng và rời khỏi bệnh viện để kiểm tra về cô ấy. Đó là sự sụp đổ chỉ lựa chọn các món đặc sản khác nhau. Họ trong năm cuối cùng của đại học y khoa, điều này có nghĩa rằng họ đã có một số lượng hạn chế thời gian để đồng hồ trong giờ mệt mỏi của các kinh nghiệm lâm sàng. Lauren đã dành ngày của mình vào các đơn vị tim mạch có uy tín thực hiện cuộc sống thay đổi ca phẫu thuật trên bệnh nhân nhi khoa và Camila dành vô số giờ tại các bệnh viện tâm thần. Cô đã bỏ lỡ những ngày nơi họ làm việc cùng với nhau, mà có thể ăn trưa cùng nhau hoặc lẻn vào nhanh chóng tình yêu làm phiên làm việc trong một căn phòng trống thi.She fumbled with her pocket and finally dug the phone out, putting it to her ear while she still lay facedown.“‘Laur,” she mumbled.“Hey baby girl” Lauren’s raspy voice filled Camila’s ear. “Just making sure you made it home safely. How was your day?”Just hearing her voice sent warmth through Camila’s veins. “I’m tired,” Camila answered, not even bothering to lie and say fine. “Dylan Ramsey had another manic episode and it took us four hours to de-escalate his behavior. And then Tonya Frankford was readmitted because she was having suicidal thoughts. She said she stopped taking her medication months ago because she felt better. I swear you take a few steps forward and they come back right where they started. It’s so disappointing,” Camila let out a frustrated sigh. “I’m sorry, Camzi,” Lauren said, “I know it’s frustrating but you are making a difference. Even though it doesn’t feel like it on most days. I have about an hour between cases. You should come to the hospital and have dinner with me.”As tempting as the suggestion was, Camila was simply too exhausted to move. Going anywhere would require far more energy than she possessed. “Thanks baby but I’ll pass. I can’t even fathom leaving the house right now. Plus, Ally is coming over with a pizza,” Camila explained. “She had her first twin delivery today and she wants to celebrate.”“Okay, well I’ll be home after midnight.”“And I’m going to take a nap before Ally gets here,” she mumbled to Lauren. “You know how excited she gets when she has news.”“Speaking of news,” Lauren said. “I have something to share with you but I can’t do it over the phone.”The trickle of panic crawled over her skin, making her aware of the familiar clutching sensation in her stomach. “Good or bad?” Camila questioned.“Um…” Lauren hesitated. “It depends on your perspective.”Camila’s eyebrows quirked in confusion. “You know I hate surprises.”“You know I love you, right?”Camila eyed her phone warily. “That’s typically a lead-in people say to give themselves permission to tell you something you don’t want to hear.” She ran her tongue across the crooked ridges of her teeth.Lauren hesitated again. “I know babe but we’ll talk later. I promise,” Lauren said softly. “I love you.”