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    First Year- Chapter 14/15

    Story written on February 22, 2009 by Squirl.
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    Moving on. Growing up. Standing alone in the hard decisions.

    By the end of that month, I was really looking forward to vacation. It had been hard to speak to Dylan. It was her busiest and most stressful rotation to date. It was very hard to speak to her that month and she was more irritable each time we spoke. We began to argue more and more often over the most minor things. I didn’t want to believe it but I could swear I detected at times, a very subtle slur in her speech. I worried that she was drinking again. I asked how she was doing with that, if she ever drank at all. She denied it or at least denied that she had a problem with it. I really worried about her. We talked a lot about our vacation together. We had planned to meet in a tiny resort island called Parrot Cay in the Turks and Caicos Islands. A cohort in her residency program had a family owned villa there. We would have a full staff to serve us. All we had to do was just had to get there. Once there, all we had to do there was rest and get reacquainted. I really looked forward to that trip. I needed to see with my own eyes how she was doing. I wanted to see that my fears were to no avail. The closer we got to vacation, the more my anxiety rose.

     

    Even though I spoke Dylan’s name infrequently, Carmen knew my vacation trip at the beginning of the next month was with Dylan. I came to her apartment for dinner one night and she was pretty lukewarm to me. After the “I love you” and the passion that followed that night, our relationship became strained and distant. I was missing her touch, I was missing her company and I was looking forward to this dinner. We chatted about the usual residency things, challenging patients, asshole attendings, bitchy nurses, who was hooking up with whom, the usual gossip.

    After dinner we sat on the sofa together. I interlaced our fingers, leaned into her and started to kiss her on her neck.  I was extremely horny and had a lot of stress to work through. She pushed me away and said, “I don’t think I want to go on like this with you anymore.”

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    1. S, don’t know how you do it, but you can make me see what Helena remembers and I like that very much. Helena loved Carmen but she didn’t know how much and how, like a friend, lover, or the woman who completes her. I can understand because she was still with Dylan even though she was cheating on her. And to break up on the phone,email really sucks bigtime…lol. She was right to tell Carmen what she felt even though she would get hurt. Carmen fell into her own trap IMO, and Helena didnt see it, or just didnt want to becuase it would make her more guilty that she already felt. But I say later on as she recalls that she did indeed love Carmen but will it be too late or will she have found a real love later on? Great chapter once again S!

    2. I am continually blown away by the authenticity of the story lines. I love the dialogue and the reading the characters thought processes. Real life can be interesting and dramatic.

    3. I hope you’re not teasing me and my dirty mind. I could use a vacation with some hedonistic sex, but I’ll have to settle for fiction. Which is why I hope you’re not teasing me. And my dirty mind. Hmmm…Helena didn’t see that coming. Maybe when she grows up a little more (or maybe has a less stressed and busy life) she’ll be better equipped to pick up on these things. And when she grows up a little more she might realize that blaming Peggy for whatever might go down, even IF she arraigned the distant residencies, isn’t fair. Now on to some serious R and R in Parrot Cay! Don’t let me down.

    4. Oh poor Carmen, she always seems to get the shity end of the deal, oh well she knew going in. I would have liked to have seen Helena get some kind of kuddos for her call on the woman who got to pee. It’s good to have faith in yourself but in a teaching enviorment, gee, maybe at least Tina could have said something. So, Parrot Cay, full staff, go girls, have fun, details Squirl, full details please. Thank you, Md aka Oma

    6. With Helena’s libido in hibernation until Parrot Cay, I have a feeling her mind will become very active. By the time she reaches the Caribbean, her guilt level should be just above topping off. My hunch is Dylan is drinking again to cope with the stress of her residency and being away from Helena. Maybe the two will swap sins–so to speak–and once the dust settles, move forward. So if Dana isn’t able to recuperate, doesn’t the slot need to be filled by a new resident? Any chance Peggy (with Helena’s urging) would pull a few strings and allow Dylan the chance to come to L.A.? Hmmm…

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