Fragile Release Day
by Veronica Short
They say to keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Whoever said that didn’t have a family. It should be keep your friends close and you family closer. After all its family who can hurt you the most. I needed change, I needed a new life. Getting a job at a large hospital in another state was the way to do it. A way to get away from my old life, from the people who destroyed me. Working at a large hospital was a way to keep busy and to not procrastinate on my broken life, my old life, and it was working, until I met Rick Harvey. It started out as a favour for the mother I despised, but turned out to be something so much more that happened so fast, it knocked me on my ass. All I wanted to do was work my way up in the law firm I work at, make sure that my father is proud of me and doing well himself and to meet a girl that wouldn’t break my heart. That was the plan until I met Dr Lucy Jackson, my mother’s favour. Call her to make sure that she was ok, settled in. When that didn’t work out in the way that I had hoped, quick and easy, I was asked to go and see her, to make sure that she had all of her arms and legs. Big mistake. One look and I was a gonna. One look and I could see that she was fragile. As it turned out our story would be fragile.
Veronica Short lives in sunny Queensland, Australia with her son and large deaf guard dog. She has always had an interest in writing and has been writing since she was a child. After experiencing some of the world and being a teenage mother statistic as well as completing a Bachelor of Social Science at university she decided to take her writing back up and has self published her first novella Happening Now, followed by Love Obsessed, Love Separated, Olive and her novel Fragile. Veronica is a full time mum by day, full time writer by night. Her son doesn’t believe in sleeping so she finds plenty of time to write at night when the world is quiet and dark.
I walked over and pulled the curtain back and stopped stunned. I didn’t want to see him or speak to him, but here he was in my ER. Deciding to keep it professional, I stepped into the small space and pulled the curtain closed and reached for the chart sitting on the end of the bed.
“I’m Dr. Jackson. They say you’ve been having headaches and dizzy spells?” I looked up at him and saw that he was smiling. “So help you, Rick, if you’re wasting my time right now I will give them a reason to admit you and it won’t be pleasant.”
“You weren’t answering my calls or texts.”
“So, there’s nothing wrong with you then.”
“Lu, please hear me out.”
“I have actual patients who need to see me.” He stood up and came over to me, taking my hand but I pulled it away before he could get a good grip on it.
“I was out of line.”