Last night had been far too emotional. Lauren stood there contemplating the grim realization of how drastically different her relationship would be moving forward. She took another drag and blew out a slow stream of blue smoke.Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.**********************“Lauser, let me feel your boobies,” Dinah asked with a determined look.“Dinah, for the umpteenth time, the answer is no!” Lauren responded with a slight laugh. Dinah had been persistent with those requests since she decided to take the plastic surgery route.It was one of those picture-perfect spring days when the sunshine was warm and the sky was deep blue, yet the air carried the unmistakable fragrance of approaching summer. Lauren was rocking a pair of pale green scrubs with her signature leather jacket and dark Ray-Bans. Her hair was loose, wavy to her back, shining like silk.Today was a light duty day. Lauren’s schedule consisted of a few consults, no major cases. Dinah and Lauren walked from the parking garage into the hospital. Lauren sipped on cup of Starbucks coffee while Dinah munched on some chocolate covered espresso beans. “This patient I consulted with for breast implants said she wanted a ‘handful’ for her cup size,” Dinah lamented. “The dumb ass didn’t give me a cup size, literally just said she wanted a handful.”“Has she seen how big you hands are?” Lauren curved her mouth upward in a slight smile. The sun shone on her hair, crowning the waves with a dark red hue. “Asking for a handful from you is like asking for a F cup.”“You got jokes, huh?” Dinah took the opportunity to throw an arm around Lauren’s shoulders, jokily choking her in a light-hearted gesture. Lauren laughed and swatted her away. “You’re crazy.” “I’m not crazy! That’s what friends do for each other. I need to practice on you. I need to make sure my measurements are right.” Dinah pressed her ID badge to a sensor by the double doors of the unit and they opened with a hiss. “Don’t make me bring up what we did for each other during gynecology rounds.”Lauren shuddered and gave a long groan, then laughed. She shook her head and a swirl of red sifted along her back. “Sorry boo, you’re not molesting me today. Go to lab and mess around with the silicone dummies.”Dinah sighed. “It’s just not the same.”Lauren punched her in the ribs. “Well that’s what you get for choosing plastic surgery when I clearly wanted you to join cardiology.”“Eh, I’d rather do facelifts,” the Polynesian one confessed. “I ain’t down with all that serious heart shit.”The hall inside was quiet, but Lauren could see through another set of doors into the first bay, where a cluster of doctors, nurses, and technicians were gathered around the nurse’s station. They greeted the staff before settling into the intern’s dictation room. Dinah sat beside her as they both went through their patient’s charts, reading physicals and highlighting important findings before they made their rounds. The phone on Lauren’s desk rang but she didn’t look up from her computer or otherwise indicate that she’d even noticed the noise. With a sigh Dinah got to her feet and leaned across the desk to reach the phone and put the receiver to her ear. Lauren typed on, her brow puckered with concentration.
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