@hesjustcarter
Giving up her career in emergency medicine was difficult enough, and telling her folks was even worse. That was almost four months ago.
These days, J.ing M.ei finds herself relatively content, albeit bored. Sometimes hearing her new husband talk about rotations and the hardships of his final year in med school makes her miss it, but no. She can’t risk screwing anything up again. Not when there’s a person’s life at risk. That’s too big a gamble. So now she settles for bringing C.arter lunch.
This entire thing was arranged by their scheming parents. The vows had been said, the reception performed, and a less than glamorous honeymoon spent right here in gloomy C.hicago where a close eye could be kept on them at all times. It was suffocating, maddening, but at least they had each other to lean on while enduring this nightmare. Both were familiar with overbearing parents, a trait that helped them both survive it. One thing she made very clear early on was that she didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship by contributing to C.arter feeling trapped by circumstances beyond their control, allowing him total freedom to pursue other, more suitable romantic connections. Yes, she’d been the one to instigate it.
So why did it feel so awful when she saw him flirting with another med student while suturing a patient?
The woman was very pretty, very blonde — just his type — with pouty red lips and a bit of a mischievous demeanor about her. A stark contrast to J.ing M.ei. With these traits in mind, it was no surprise to see her leaning forward, poised to kiss. That’s when J.ing M.ei turned away from the window of the exam door, spinning on the heel of her boot and hurrying to the break room where she tosses the lunch back on the table and leans her weigh against one of the chairs, feeling positively ill.
What’s wrong with her? It’s nothing she hadn’t given full permission for, and is isn’t as though she and C.arter are romantically involved, marriage aside.
Why then, is she so beside herself?
