I'm gonna raise you, like a Phoenix.

"The girls just went down about 45 minutes ago, I changed their onesies and they both had their feeds —- Stella left a little, fell asleep mid-feed, bless the little munchkin, and Scarlet brought a little back up, but she settled okay, think she just drunk it a teeny bit too fast." She said wanting to make sure she never missed out any important stuff.

"That had to be the most embarrassing way of letting somebody know that i'm the mother of two new borns." She added on, rubbing her hand over her forehead in disgrace.

"There’s not that much to dislike either."

"Girl, you can’t expect interpersonal success without honesty. Otherwise people will leave you one by one, not because of your kids or anything but because of the lack of the said honesty. That’s how it works."

But I mean, let' be honest, there really isn't much to like about me.

It had to be the most mortifying experience of my life out in a public place.

Oh and then there was this other one who kept asking me if I liked the feeling of blood on my hands. I’m going to stop now, because these memories are best repressed. 

"Then quitting dating is actually a pretty good idea. Y’know, mothers and doctors are meant to be sleep-deprived because society expects that but we’re rebels, El, we don’t do shit society wants."

Not many guys my age really want to date a girl with kids, but some have that weird "mommy" kink...

"You look good, girl. The dress is perfect. Now don’t worry to much, the girls are in good hands, and I’ll text you regular updates. I promise, there no rush to get back, just enjoy yourself,okay? You deserve a little fun." the latina said softly. Over the last few weeks she had developed a soft spot for, in ways she reminded her of her younger sister, only with a little more sass. Which was probably why Callie was developing a bit of a big sister thing for the younger woman. 

"Well, I'm not very sure if a third day will be in the future..." Elle could help but let out a forced laugh, as she entered into her home a few hours later.

Actually scrap that it is as harder

"To earn some time for sleep?"

"So, what are you gonna wear on this hot date of yours? Shall we go check out your closet?" Callie chirped, pulling herself away for her own thoughts. 

"She is getting so much bigger, Elle, they both are — — — You’re a pro at this Mommy thing. I dunno how you do it, I gotta say Elle, I am impressed, I was worried when I first heard you were pregnant, not that you wouldn't be a great Mom, I knew from working with you you’d be great at that, but I was worried you’d drop out the program, which would be such a waste, you are good — — you’ll make a great doctor." Callie finished, aware that it sounded a little like a pep talk, but she was genuinely impressed by Elle, she was handling a lot better than Callie could have at her age. 

"T-thanks, all the kind words really do mean alot. I'll be honest, when I first found out I was pregnant, I thought my life was over. I had no idea how I was going to raise a baby, all by myself, and still be in my internship. So yes, I was thinking of dropping out, or even just getting an abortion, but that just didn't settle well with me. I had been stupid, and had drunken sex with a stranger, and got myself into the bad situation. I told myself I wasn't going to take the easy way out, and just face how things were going to be. I simply just, well, sucked it up I guess. Honestly, I don't know how I do it either. But I was raised never to be a coward, and work for what you really want. Now, I want to become a doctor and be a good mother. There was no way I was going to drop out of the program. I had worked my ass off for years as a teenager to graduate at a young age and make it medical school before I was 18..." She added on, going to pick up Scarlet as she flashed the older woman a smile.

First off, you have no idea about my personal life, no idea at all. Second, I’ve had enough of your whining, and your bitching, and your speaking to me like we are in any way the same, because we’re not: I’m done. I passed my intern exam, and I got through my residency, and I found my specialty because I didn’t piss off good surgeons right, left, and centre and destroy any possible chance of them mentoring me. Third, I’m not going to give you the talk again. You grow up, you get some respect, or so help me, when they ask me who deserves to stay in this program - in my professional opinion - you won’t like what I have to say. You’d better hope to God emergent care isn’t something you’re going to need for your career, because you won’t learn it from me. You’re done here.

Thanks.

Phoenix, you’re a parent. You’re a doctor, and a parent, and I really thought you were shaping up, just a little. Do not curse at your attending. Do not sass your attending. Do not sass me, because I am not a person who’s going to deal with that crap anymore, not now, not ever.

My life has drastically changed throughout the past couple months, and so has my patience for things. I did nothing to anybody here, I've been laying pretty low actually, so I have no idea why people are asking about me, alright? Why is this even bothering you so damn much? You have your own life, I have my own. We aren't in High School anymore, I have a family to take care of and feed, I can't afford to worry about stupid things like this. Just drop it!

Two, why is there a derm nurse running around asking everybody how they feel about you? What did you do, if anything? And who did you do it to - if anything?

Two, why do you think I know? I just come here to do my work, not being apart of stupid gossip.