The Scot's Mate: Luke's Story

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My alarm sounded with an irritating beeping over and over again. Damn, I forgot to turn down the volume to that thing. With a groan, I looked at my phone and slide the alarm off. 7:30 PM was flashing in my face. I rolled my eyes and sighed not wanting to wake up yet. My body just wanted to keep sleeping. Working nights was stressful but awesome at the same time. Working as an ER nurse had its perks, and I never ran out of stories from it. My body, however, hates me.

I had fallen asleep around 1 PM after teaching my tot classes ballet and tumbling. Dance was my entire life before I went into nursing. My whole 25 years of life, I was always dancing to something. I looked from my ceiling to my wall in front of me. There hung my degrees. Oakley McIntosh: Bachelors of Dance Education and the one below Oakley McIntosh: Masters of Nursing.

School had always come to me as an escape from the trauma of my upbringing. Turning my head, I reached for the picture frame on my nightstand and sighed a heavy sigh at the memory. A picture of me and my mother came into my vision. We parted ways years ago, but my heart still thinks she’ll come back to me. I would imagine she would've remarried by now, moved across the world... who knows. I haven’t heard a word from her in five years.

Shrugging away the thoughts I placed the picture back on my nightstand, stretched and got out of bed and into the bathroom. Once there I glanced at myself in the mirror. My untamed dark red hair fell around my face in a heap, and I locked eyes with myself. My hazel eyes blankly staring back at me.

“Well, could be worse.”

I slid my phone open and turned on the tunes. Lost in my escape I began to get ready. I brushed and pulled my hair back into a high loose bun, put on light makeup, and grabbed my dark blue scrubs. Sliding them on and putting my feet into sneakers I was ready for my shift. Walking out to my kitchen I grabbed an iced coffee out of my fridge and an apple. I bit down on the apple and shut the fridge. Wrestling with my keys and bag, I managed to open my front door and out into the world I went. For a dancer with good balance, I certainly claim the clumsy title.

I reached my SUV, an all blacked out Volvo xc40. The winters here in London were harsh. My drive to work sucked less with my miracle of a vehicle. I slid in the driver’s side and took off out of my driveway. Pulling into the street I looked in my rear-view mirror to my little cottage and smiled.

I had bought my house a little over a year ago when I started working at the ER. Most of my coworkers wanted me to room with them in the city, but I hated the city. Something about it made my skin crawl. Besides the mere 15 minutes more to my drive time wasn’t going to hurt, but city noise all day when you sleep all day; that I couldn’t stand.