Saved By The Doctor (BWWM Romance) by Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew
Authors: Tasha Jones, BWWM Crew
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manager's office in the back of the dining room right before the kitchen. “Jeff, I need you to comp a rib-eye and send in a new one.”
He dropped his pen, took off his glasses and looked right at her. “Why?” he demanded.
“Because a man out there wants his steak raw,” she snapped, before turning around.
“Wait!”
Jackie stopped.
“I meant to tell you. Your mother called.”
Jackie's eyes went wide. As she was supposed to be watching Laila, it couldn't be a good sign. “What did she want?” she demanded.
Jeff shrugged. “I didn't ask.”
Jackie's heart immediately began to race as she dropped the plate on Jeff's desk and sat across from him, grabbing his phone.
“What are you doing?”
Jackie glowered at him. “It's probably about my daughter, Jeff. I can't ignore this.”
“Jackie,” Jeff snapped.
It took everything in her not to roll her eyes. “Just go greet my table, Jeff.”
He shook his head, but got up anyway. “You're killing me, Jackie.”
“Touché,” she muttered as she listened to the phone ring.
“Hello!” It was her mother's frantic voice, barely audible over the sound of Laila's crying.
Jackie's eyes stung and her toes tingled. “Oh God! Mom! What's wrong? Where are you? Why is Laila crying?” she hissed.
“Baby, I don't know what's wrong with the poor child. She was complaining; saying she had a headache, so I gave her some Motrin and it didn't go away. When I finally took her temperature, it was over 103...”
“Oh God, she has a fever!” Jackie replied. “Where are you right now? I'm coming,” she demanded.
“We're on our way to Bellevue,” her mother answered.
“Okay,” Jackie hung up the phone and ran to find Jeff, all the while thinking of every possible illness her daughter could have, from the flu to the Black Death. She ran out of his office and down the short hallway, ignoring her table and all the other servers until she arrived at the front desk, where Jeff stood leaned over talking to that hostess. “I have to leave,” she demanded.
He slowly stood up and looked at her. “I'm sorry?” he murmured, as if he hadn't heard her correctly.
He had. “I have to go to the hospital. My daughter has a raging fever,” Jackie continued, keeping her explanation short so that she could get out as soon as possible.
“Isn't your mother with her?” he asked, his face contorted into an unapologetic wince.
“I still need to be there, I'm her mother.” Jackie pressed.
“You've got five tables going right now,” Jeff argued.
Jackie cocked her head to the side, shaking it slowly and wondering how the hell anyone gets to be so jaded. “Jeff, if it was yours...” she trailed off, referencing his college-aged daughter.
He heaved a heavy sigh then turned his face away from her. “Fine. Go.”
But Jackie was already slipping out of her apron and running out of the door before he could even finish that phrase. She hailed a taxi in under two minutes, screaming her destination at the driver and sitting at the edge of her seat, giving him minute-by-minute suggestions on how to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Soon enough, the cab driver stopped in front of the crowded drop-off lane at the hospital. “Thank you!” she yelled as she threw two twenties at him and darted out of the cab.
Her heart began to pound again as she ran through the double doors and put in her daughter's name. After being told she was in the emergency room, Jackie's anxiety hit a new frenzy. She was seeing in blurring doubles as worried tears streamed down her face. She couldn't imagine how she would feel, or what she would do, if anything bad happened to Laila. At that moment, when she pushed open the heavy double doors of the emergency room and found herself staring at the image of her daughter, lying on her back and covered in ice, with three doctors
He dropped his pen, took off his glasses and looked right at her. “Why?” he demanded.
“Because a man out there wants his steak raw,” she snapped, before turning around.
“Wait!”
Jackie stopped.
“I meant to tell you. Your mother called.”
Jackie's eyes went wide. As she was supposed to be watching Laila, it couldn't be a good sign. “What did she want?” she demanded.
Jeff shrugged. “I didn't ask.”
Jackie's heart immediately began to race as she dropped the plate on Jeff's desk and sat across from him, grabbing his phone.
“What are you doing?”
Jackie glowered at him. “It's probably about my daughter, Jeff. I can't ignore this.”
“Jackie,” Jeff snapped.
It took everything in her not to roll her eyes. “Just go greet my table, Jeff.”
He shook his head, but got up anyway. “You're killing me, Jackie.”
“Touché,” she muttered as she listened to the phone ring.
“Hello!” It was her mother's frantic voice, barely audible over the sound of Laila's crying.
Jackie's eyes stung and her toes tingled. “Oh God! Mom! What's wrong? Where are you? Why is Laila crying?” she hissed.
“Baby, I don't know what's wrong with the poor child. She was complaining; saying she had a headache, so I gave her some Motrin and it didn't go away. When I finally took her temperature, it was over 103...”
“Oh God, she has a fever!” Jackie replied. “Where are you right now? I'm coming,” she demanded.
“We're on our way to Bellevue,” her mother answered.
“Okay,” Jackie hung up the phone and ran to find Jeff, all the while thinking of every possible illness her daughter could have, from the flu to the Black Death. She ran out of his office and down the short hallway, ignoring her table and all the other servers until she arrived at the front desk, where Jeff stood leaned over talking to that hostess. “I have to leave,” she demanded.
He slowly stood up and looked at her. “I'm sorry?” he murmured, as if he hadn't heard her correctly.
He had. “I have to go to the hospital. My daughter has a raging fever,” Jackie continued, keeping her explanation short so that she could get out as soon as possible.
“Isn't your mother with her?” he asked, his face contorted into an unapologetic wince.
“I still need to be there, I'm her mother.” Jackie pressed.
“You've got five tables going right now,” Jeff argued.
Jackie cocked her head to the side, shaking it slowly and wondering how the hell anyone gets to be so jaded. “Jeff, if it was yours...” she trailed off, referencing his college-aged daughter.
He heaved a heavy sigh then turned his face away from her. “Fine. Go.”
But Jackie was already slipping out of her apron and running out of the door before he could even finish that phrase. She hailed a taxi in under two minutes, screaming her destination at the driver and sitting at the edge of her seat, giving him minute-by-minute suggestions on how to get to the hospital as quickly as possible. Soon enough, the cab driver stopped in front of the crowded drop-off lane at the hospital. “Thank you!” she yelled as she threw two twenties at him and darted out of the cab.
Her heart began to pound again as she ran through the double doors and put in her daughter's name. After being told she was in the emergency room, Jackie's anxiety hit a new frenzy. She was seeing in blurring doubles as worried tears streamed down her face. She couldn't imagine how she would feel, or what she would do, if anything bad happened to Laila. At that moment, when she pushed open the heavy double doors of the emergency room and found herself staring at the image of her daughter, lying on her back and covered in ice, with three doctors
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