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ISABEL HAD BEEN SITTING IN THE EXAM ROOM WITH DR. SMITH WHO WAS EXAMING PROSPECTIVE SOLDIERS. The Latina was writing things down on the clipboard as the doctor talked to the recruit. Isabel hadn't looked up as she was writing quickly on the paper. The doctor kept asking her questions and they focused on the recruit in front of them. After Dr. Smith finished and the recruit left, he turned to look at her, "He is in good physical shape, nothing was wrong. Did he have any history of asthma or allergies?"
Isabel sat up with a sigh, "No, his blood pressure was regular and his pulse. He is in good health," she answered while passing the clipboard. He looked through the paper that included the man's medical history. He nodded his head and pursed his lips as he gave Isabel back the clipboard.
"You can stamp the papers and bring in the next recruit. Clean the exam table, get his vitals, I'll be back," He ordered, Isabel nodded her head as she walked out of the exam room. She went to another room and got the ink for the stamp that would send the man out to war. She placed stamp over the paper and placed it into a folder. Isabel grabbed the next clipboard and walked out into the waiting room.
There were men sitting around talking to one another or reading the newspaper. There was a woman towards the front taking in names and filling out paperwork with a few other nurses and doctors around. Isabel looked at the clipboard reading the name at the top of the paper, "Barnes, James," a man from the corner of the room stood up, he had jet-black hair and azure eyes.
He walked towards Isabel with a smile, Isabel studied him. She thought he was handsome and he had a clear-cut jawline, "Can I you please give me your birthday?"
"March 10, 1917," he answered, Isabel checked the paper and the birthday matched.
She simply smiled, "Follow me, please,"
"My pleasure," Isabel rolled her eyes when she turned around as she led him to the exam room. She felt his gaze on her which made her shift her weight once she got to the exam room.
"Just give me one second," she placed the clipboard and pen on the counter and took out the paper on the exam table. She replaced it with another one and quickly washed the equipment the doctor would need for the exam. Isabel grabbed her clipboard before turning towards the male. "Alright, Mr. Barnes, can you please step on the scale for me?"
"Call me Bucky," he said with a smirk, Isabel looked at him before looking at the scales weight for the balance, she wrote the number on the paper.
"Alright, Bucky," she said, "Can you please turn around, so I can check your height?" He turned around as Isabel marked his height, she then wrote down his height.
"You can sit down on the exam table," Isabel went to sit down on the small round swivel chair. She crossed her legs and placed the clipboard on her lap, she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and looked up at Bucky, "I'm just going to ask you a few questions if that's alright with you,"
He flashed a toothy smile, Isabel felt butterflies in her stomach any time he smiled, he really was handsome, "You can ask me anything, doll,"
Isabel stared at him, "Alright, do you have any history of asthma?" He shook his head as Isabel asked all the questions she needed to. After she finished, she got up and placed the clipboard on the counter. Isabel washed her hands to take his vitals, she pulled out the blood pressure cuff and a thermometer.
"I'm just going to take your vitals," she grabbed a stethoscope and put it in her ears after she placed the cuff over his arm. She took note of his pulse, blood pressure and temperature before writing it all down.
"I never got your name nurse..."
"It's Isabel, Mr. Barnes," she answered with a smile.
"I told you to call me Bucky," he said with a smirk, Isabel rolled her.
"Well, I'm going to get the doctor so he can examine you," Isabel went to leave the room before Bucky called her name again. The Latina furrowed her brows and turned around to look at him.
"There's the Stark Expo going on tonight, I'll be with one of my friends there," He started, Isabel folded her arms across her chest, "I was wondering if you'd like to come with me?"
Isabel smiled before placing, "I'm going to have to pass on that offer," Isabel started, "There's a good chance you're going to be sent out to the front lines and in this line of work it's best not to get attached," Isabel turned her back to leave the room as Dr. Smith entered, one of the nurses, Charlotte, saw Isabel coming and quickly walked up to her.
"He was a cute one, huh?" she asked trying to pry Isabel. Isabel rolled her eyes, Charlotte was always nosy and was into everyone's business.
"Too bad, he's going to die at war," Isabel said while going to grab another clipboard, Charlotte rolled her eyes at Isabel.
She stepped in front of Isabel and placed her hands on her hips, "Isabel, I say you give it a shot, he's not necessarily going to die, he could come back to New York after the war, and if you don't take the chance, he's going to be marrying someone that isn't you," Isabel looked at Charlotte with a cocked eyebrow. Charlotte was always dramatic, especially when it came to men.
Charlotte would always talk about her dates to Isabel and the others. She would always comment on the attractive recruits and would try to hang out with them before they were sent off. Isabel placed her hand on her hip, "It's not going to happen, Charlotte, I'm not going to get my hopes up, so please excuse me," Charlotte moved as Isabel grabbed another clipboard.
As Isabel stepped out, she saw Bucky again and the two stopped in front of each other, "It was nice meeting you, Isabel,"
Isabel put a smile on her face, "It was nice meeting you Bucky," she said while looking at his eyes.
"Hopefully, I see you tonight at the expo," he winked at her before he kept walking to leave. Isabel licked her lips as she saw him leave.
Charlotte stood next to Isabel with a smirk, "If you don't go, I will."
Isabel couldn't help but feel something in her gut. She sensed that something was going to happen, she got that vibe from him. Her mother always told her to trust her intuition but Isabel couldn't help but think of going to the Stark Expo.
