The Joy of Revenge

CHAPTER 108 Code Blue Emma It appeared as if | was smiling at Ford when in reality | was smiling at Autumn who gavea thumbs up sign behind him..

| glanced at my watch and saw it was almost eleven. Mayor Cohen's proposal to Miss JT was probably done by now which only meant Domenico was waiting for the other Cohen to kick the bucket. Unfortunately, the digoxin seemed to be taking its sweet time.

“You're in a good mood,” | pointed out before looking back at my chart.

“Why shouldn't | be? All my patients are doing well and you and | are going out tonight, Ford announced proudly.

Pam, the motherly looking nurse who was in charge of the nurse's station, gasped in shock. Lucky for her, she was one of the few nurses Ford didn’t harass given she wasn't his type. Ford liked his women fit and voluptuous while Pam was just a bit overweight for his sensitive tastes.

Since the Martins had money and had a close relationship with the Cohens, Ford roamed the hallways like he owned the hospital. He was a sex predator and was known to have sexually harassed almost every female nurse here. To my dismay, | was no different.

Unfortunately, being his new target meant | had to be at the receiving end of all of his sexual innuendoes including his inappropriate touching. During my first day on the job, | made the mistake of reporting his behavior to our superior. So, instead of fixing things, | made matters worse and to top it all off, I've gotten reprimanded twice from blunders Ford purposely fabricated. As a result, | was taken off of Cohen's service to his entertainment.

“Hey, Clarke,” he greetedas | exited the nurse administrator's office after being lectured. He was seated by the door waiting forto cout. “All you have to do is be my girlfriend and all of your troubles will disappear.” “Eat hit, Martin,” | growled at him, my hands balled up tightly in fists. If it weren't for Domenico, | would have kicked his as s.

“Oooooh...Potty mouth. | like that,” he said, pushingagainst the wall, not caring if our superior was on the other side. “I can already imagine that pretty mouth of yours wrapped around my c ock. Just thinking about it has gottensoooo hard.” “Get off of me, Ford,” | said, pushing him away. He chuckled, his hands raised above his head, CHAPTER 108 Code Blue in surrender.

“I'm not doing anything to you yet, Clarke,” he reasoned. “And even if | was doing something to you, there's nothing you can do about it. Typical chauvinistic response... | can get away with murder, woman.

“Stay away from me, you as shole,” | said through clenched teeth. “Unlike you, | need to get back to work.” | quickly turned and walked away controlling the anger that was pushing through the surface.

“Remember, Clarke, all you have to do is be my girlfriend.” It took all the willpower | had not to turn around and punch the f ucker in the face.

At the moment, | vowed to have the last laugh..

“I'm sorry, Ford. You and | are going out tonight? When did you make that assumption?” | asked, not even looking up from my chart. | hinted on that earlier when | bumped into him, but I had to say something to distract him.

Earlier, after | had checked on Abigail, | took the stairs and headed to the psychiatric ward located on the sixth floor of the hospital to meet with Autumn. Fortunately, there are no CCTV cameras on that entire floor and the psych ward is always practically deserted in the morning.

As usual, the sixth floor was dark and empty with the sounds of the pitiful moans of the psychiatric patients resonating throughout its walls. | exited the stairwell, pausing to take a look around the corner to check if Tamara, the middle-aged African-American female nurse who was constantly assigned the graveyard shift, was awake.

Tamara, like always, was asleep. She was seated in her trusty desk chair, her head thrown. back against the head rest while she snored with her mouth open.

| quickly turned the corridor towards the opposite direction and headed to the women’s. restroom at the end of the hallway.

| walked quietly inside the restroom, accustomed to the flickering lights and the dank smell and quickly noticed one of the stall doors was closed. | bent my head down to look through the small opening near the floor and saw Autumn’s familiar white sneakers.

The toilet suddenly flushed..

“is that you?” The stall door opened and out cAu a nurse who worked for 2/7 CHAPTER 108 Code Blue Primo. Just like me, she was wearing light blue medical scrubs and her dark brown hair was tied up in a ponytail.

When we both cin for our job interview, Autumn covered all of her body ink and took out all of her piercings.

She swiped out her usual dark lipstick and opted for a light shade of pink, looking like a proper young lady.

Everyday, she wears black arm sleeves to cover the tattoos on her arm, but now she has begun to add more of her jewelry to her repertoire. Under the flickering light, the small diamond stud attached to her nose sparkled.

“I can see you got your nose ring in and you've decided to go back to your usual dark shade of lipstick,” | said, liking how much it complemented her.

“| gotta keep that a sshole from looking my way. He thinks piercings and tattoos are grotesque,” she said while she washed her hands.

“He’s the one who's grotesque, | mumbled annoyed.

“Well, you only need to put up with him for just a bit longer,” she said, winking at me. “You have it with you?” “Yep,” | answered, taking out the syringe from my pocket. “A sshole comes in around eight in the morning. He dispenses Theodore Cohen's bag at around nine-thirty which gives us enough tto get ready. | have to psyche myself up to flirt with him. | flirt and you squirt.” “That sounds terribly gross,” Autumn smirked. “By the way, | already hacked into the system and put all the CCTV cameras on that floor on loop. | guarantee you no one will see us. Just make sure that none of the bodyguards notices Ford's accident.” Aside from being a registered nurse, Autumn did shacking on the side. Everyone who was under Primo had a way with computers. This hospital was so ancient anyway, I'm guessing she had no problem taking over the system.

of Thanded the syringe to her. “You'll have to inject this into the IV bag. I'll knock the contents his tray out of his hands and aim for the utility room like we've planned. When you're done, throw the used syringe in a toilet tank where no one will be able to find it. Make sure you check if the IV bag is for Theodore Cohen. | don’t want someone else to die,” | instructed. Autumn took the syringe and nodded her head.

“No problem. I'll check the bag before I inject,” Autumn said, pocketing the syringe. “See you at the utility room later.” 3/7 CHAPTER 108 Code Blue “I'll go ahead. | have to fix my hair and put on smake-up and perfume.” Autumn smiled wickedly.

“I'm just happy that after today | don’t ever have to see his ugly a ss again,” Autumn said.

“Take care, Ems.” “You too, Autumn.” | quietly opened the bathroom door and listened for the sound of footsteps or voices, but | only heard the harsh sound of Tamara’s snores. ran back to the stairs and headed to the private bathroom on the fourth floor reserved usually for the doctors. The nurses were allowed to use it just as long as we didn’t make a mess.

| wasn’t ugly nor could | be considered exceptionally beautiful. But with a little help, | could make my plain face look pretty when | needed to.

| fluffed my hair with the blow dryer in the bathroom, letting my long light brown hair cascade along my back. | put scolor on my cheeks and added smascara on my lashes to make my light blue eyes pop out.

Lastly, | glossed my lips with my favorite shade of pink and peach and dabbed sChanel No.5. | exited the bathroom, looking perky, as my hair bounced around my shoulders with my every step.

| noticed | caught the attention of sof my other male colleagues. They smiled atas | walked by, surprised | looked so done up.

It was after eight when | got to the nurse’s station to pick up my chart for the day.

“You look pretty today,” said a thirty year old nurse named Rodney, the surprise evident in his voice. He was one of the few male nurses here who treated everyone with respect. “Is this because of what happened the other day? Ems, don’t listen to Ford. You're a grea you have to do is stay out of his way.” great nurse. All “Are you sure that’s all | have to do, Rodney? Stay out of his way? He's giventhe option of becoming his girlfriend or getting the boot,” | said loudly, hoping the female doctor beside us would pick up on my sentiments regarding Ford Martin. “It sounded like Ford wasn’t givingmuch of choice. | don’t want to get fired. | need this job.” Rodney shook his head.

“You do have a choice, Emma. | gotta go and do my rounds, but we'll talk later. Just stay away from him.

Evaluation is coming up and | think | can fix this. Ems, please just listen to me.” He picked up his chart and waved before leavingat the nurse's station.

“I'll see you later, Pam” | said to the nurse in charge of our station and grabbed my chart. 14/7 CHAPTER 108 Code Blue only had a few patients under my care given | was reprimanded twice thanks to Ford.

“Sure, Emma, Pam replied. “Now scoot. Ford is on his way here.” “How can you tell?” | asked, looking around for any sign of him.

“All the women on this floor are making themselves scarce,” Pam replied, gesturing forto leave. “That means you better go too.” After o quickly finishing my rounds, | went to the third floor to wait for Ford. As | turned the corner, | saw Mayor Cohen leaving the VIP suite while Ford approached from the other end of the hallway. | quickly took a seat in one of the hard plastic chairs reserved for patients waiting for lab results and hid myself behind a burly man who looked terrified.

| watched Mayor Cohen pause to greet Ford who was carrying the tray of Theodore Cohen’s meds in his hands.

While they exchanged pleasantries, my eyes went to the utility room, noticing the door was open. Autumn was already inside, waiting.

After Mayor Cohen waved his goodbyes and entered the elevator, Ford proceeded towards Theodore Cohen's VIP room, his eyes on a sheet of paper which | suspected was given to him by Mayor Cohen.

| got up from my chair and walked towards him, my head bent down, looking at my chart. As Ford neared the utility room, | rushed over, bumping into him, knocking the tray from his hands. The IV bag flew into the utility room while his arms circled around me, one hand. grabbing my butt.

“Oh my gosh,” | exclaimed. “I'm so sorry, Ford.” | batted my eyelashes at him..

“That's okay. Just helpcollect everything off the floor,” he said, pleased I didn’t get mad at him for grabbing my butt. “You look really pretty today. Are you going to askout?” He smirked.

“A friend of mine and | are going to have brunch together, but if we're able to leave work early, maybe we can go and grab a drink later,” | suggeated as | began picking up the medication off floor. Good thing they were in plastic containers.

“S hit! Where the f uck is the IV bag?” Ford asked, panicking as he searched for the IV bag.

“It must be inside the utility closet. Letcheck,” | offered.

“No. I'll do it.” Ford said, pushing the door open.

5/7 CHAPTER 108 Code Blue Lying on the floor was the tray with the IV bag inside of it. Ford quickly picked it up and closed the door while | placed all the meds back on the tray.

“I'm really sorry,” | apologized again. “I'll bring you back sdessert as an apology.” He smiled wickedly.

“Nah. Let's just grab a drink later instead,” Ford replied. “See you, Emma.” He suddenly. slappedon the butt.

What a p rick. | glared at him as he waved smugly at me. | quickly left, heading back to the nurse's station.

It was almost eleven and nothing yet. Maybe my mixture wasn’t potent enough.

Patience, Emma.” “You said you had a brunch to go to, but if we leave work early, we can go and grab a drink,” Ford's voice interrupted my thoughts. “Admit it, Clarke. You got dolled up forand brunch was just an excuse.” “I do have a brunch to go to,” | said, placing my chart on the wall. “Since I'm finally done with paperwork, I'm off to Harold's.” | turned to leave, but Ford grabbed my arm.

“You think you're so clever,” Ford said.

“What do you mean?” | asked coyly.

“This is a ploy, so | can buy you brunch. Well, it’s working. How about-" Pam suddenly coughed, interrupting Ford.

“Ford, Emma, Rodney and | are going out for brunch. We're just waiting for Rodney to show,” Pam said.

“Hey, F atso, | wasn’t talking to you,” Ford said harshly, but Pam was used to it.

“Aw, Ford's hurt, Emma,” Pam teased.

“Keep it up, Pam or I'll-" “You'll what, Ford? Havefired from my job?” Pam scoffed. “One day, that will be you.” 617 CHAPTER 108 Code Blue Ford wasn’t able to finish his sentence. A loud voice screeched through the intercom. “Cold blue. Cohen.” He let go of my arm and ran to his patient.

Goodbye, Ford.

Chapter Comments Elizabeth Johnson Is there a point to knowing Emma’s story? | hope so because otherwise its pointless.

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