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Ellie is a bright and bubbly, yet dedicated new nurse in the Emergency Department at Chicago Medical Institute. Dr. Harry Styles, meticulous, hardworking, and driven, is the head of the department. Ellie's little q...
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Harry stopped by later in the afternoon, saying the girls had invited him out to "party" again that night.
"Are you sure you're up for that?" I asked, teasing just a bit. "You probably still have alcohol in your blood from last night."
"Now, Nurse Ellie, you know that's not true," he shot back with a smirk. "Besides, who says I'm going to drink again?"
"If you're with us, you probably will," I laughed.
Just then, my kitty sauntered into the room and started brushing up against Harry's legs, purring, waiting for him to love on her.
He looked down in alarm. "You have a cat?"
"No," I said dryly. Then I picked her up and cuddled her, saying, "This is Catniss."
"Catniss? As in The Hunger Games?" He said, poking fun at my choice of names.
"Yes," I said, playfully defensive. "I read the first book in high school and I was kind of obsessed. I couldn't resist the name when I got her."
He laughed at my reasoning, but then he told me, "I'm allergic to cats, though, so don't mind if I keep my distance."
"It's fine," I replied, locking her in the spare room for the time being.
Aaliyah and Meg were still sleeping, so I invited Harry to sit down. "So you really had fun last night?" I asked.
"Oh, yeah," he answered emphatically. "It was great."
I looked at him out of the corner of my eye. "That doesn't seem like your style – partying, getting drunk, Latin dancing...."
"It's not, usually, but it was a treat in any case. I'm glad you talked me into taking them out."
"Yes, I talked you into it," I murmured while rolling my eyes.
Just then, he sneezed three times in succession, startling me and apparently himself. "Sorry," he said sniffling. "It's the cat. Can I get some water?"
I stood up and led him to the kitchen area and grabbed a glass from the cupboard. I plopped a few ice cubes into the glass, filled it with water and handed it to him.
"Thanks," he smiled. "I'll have to remember to take an extra antihistamine when I visit you." He sneezed two more times, and once he recovered, he looked around a little more intently at my kitchen. "Nice décor." I detected a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
"Are you serious, or are you poking fun at me?"
He shrugged. "I'm a little surprised at the rake on your wall," he said nodding to my utensil holder.
"I like using re-purposed items. I'm trying to help save the earth. Besides, this is my style, country meets shabby chic."
