Winchester Legacy 1.1

I stumbled to the house and debated between taking a shower, going to the bathroom or sleeping. Apparently I debated too long because I nodded it off while standing up. I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I felt something wet trickling down my leg.

“Wha-?” Rubbing at my eyes I looked down. “Oh God!”

I tried to grab up my skirt so I could use the toilet but I never made it.

“Right in front of the freaking toilet!” I exclaimed as I crouched down and grabbed at my sopping wet skirt. I chewed on my lip then looked up at the photographer when she took a quick picture.

“This goes no further than us,” I snapped. I narrowed my eyes at her innocent sounding:

“Of course not!”

After cleaning up, I grabbed a quick bite to eat and then crashed. Several weeks passed and I started spending time with a guy who had stopped in front of my house one day when I had been outside working out. His name was Gordon Wolosenko and he was an executive at a large paper plant. We weren’t dating. We were just friends. It felt fun having someone to talk to late at night when I got home.

He would come over and we would just have fun playing stupid, kiddie games or watch movies. He didn’t look like the type but he was a great prankster and he enjoyed playing practical jokes on me all the time. It was great. Strange though. I was coming to realize that my “friends” back home hadn’t really been friends. We never really just hung out unless we were shopping and they would have never played games. Gordon was pretty good at all of them and more often than not I was demanding a rematch.

I hated to lose.

I was coming to realize that I didn’t need to have money to have fun. Gordon had brought me over an electrical car and I would zoom that thing around the yard when I wasn’t busy studying for my next promotion or working on the fake cadaver. Did I mention that? With my last promotion they decided that I should practice my surgical skills. I had never been squeamish but I had to admit that the cadaver did freak me out the first time I used it.

It even went into cardiac arrest which I thought was pretty cool.

It would record everything in this little microchip, just like those babies that they used to give out in high school. You had to give it mouth-to-mouth…

Try to restart the heart….

The first time it went into cardiac arrest I freaked out. I was pounding on the stupid thing and shoving at it. The pounding on the chest thing seemed to work although I think that I would probably get points off for it. I shrugged. It was better than losing a patient.

I enjoyed digging around inside, locating all the the organs and removing them before timing myself as I replaced them.

I also worked on my sutures. I had to admit that I was getting a little better, becoming more confident in the profession. This is what I really wanted to do. This is what I had been born to do. And to think that I might never have realized it if my dad hadn’t kicked me out of the house.

I don’t know if I would ever get the chance to thank him but I was grateful to the push he had given me. Not saying that I didn’t miss my unlimited resources. I still had trouble keeping track of bills.