“Oh. Oh good,” she began. “You’re awake.”
My eyes darted around the room as I attempted to get my bearings in the unfamiliar surroundings.
“Do you know where you are, Fiona?”
I blinked as I felt awareness begin to return.
“Fiona?”
“Hmm?” I replied as I looked up in her direction. An instinct to move overwhelmed me, but as I tried to sit upright, the woman bent at the waist and pressed her palm flat into my shoulder, holding me against the couch.
“Fiona,” she said once more. “I need you to lie still and answer my question, dear. Do you know where you are?”
After a second or two I exhaled and managed a reply. “Yes um, my job. Hawkins Biotech.”
After that, the woman, who revealed herself to me as the company nurse, explained I’d lost consciousness in the lab. However, before I collapsed in a heap to the hardness of the linoleum floor, Amanda and Melissa grabbed me.
The nurse also said she’d checked me over for serious medical conditions and hadn’t found any. Instead after helping me into a seated position, she began to ask me a series of questions. I answered ‘‘no’ to all of them except the last one which forced a lie to tumble from my lips.
“Have you been under a lot of stress recently?”
Hmm, let’s see. My grandmother is battling a life-threatening illness. I’ve finally landed a job I’ve been after for most of the past ten years of my life. I’m more than half a million dollars in debt and my boss may or may not be hitting on me, which could or could not cost me the aforementioned dream job.
No.
Stress? What’s that?
“No,” I said with a slow shake of my head. “Nothing out of the ordinary.”
“Hmm,” the nurse began. “Well, I’m going to recommend you take the rest of the day off. I’ll notify Mr. Doyle.”
“No!” I replied with a half-shout as I attempted to stand. But as I did, I felt the sting of dizziness return. My knees wobbled and before I realized it, I collapsed back into the couch.
“Fiona, please,” the woman said, as she reached down and helped to steady me. “You mustn’t make any sudden movements right now.”
I closed my eyes, leaning my head back into the cool leather of the couch. As I did, the nurse walked across the room and a few seconds later, I heard sound of liquid gurgling from a water cooler. After she finished, she crossed the room in my direction once again and offered it to me.
“Here, drink this,” she said, extending a cone-shaped paper cup to me.
I thanked her as I took it. The coolness of the liquid through the paper of the cup felt good in my palm and even better going down, as I took a healthy swig. I gulped it down she continued to speak.
“I’ll notify Mr. Doyle right away and…”
Wiping my lips dry, I interrupted her.
“No, really. I’m feeling much better. I should get back.”
I had to go back.
I’d only just started to work here. What would everyone think of me now? At a minimum, they’d conclude I was unreliable or even worse, couldn’t handle the pressure. Just then, an even more horrifying thought occurred to me.
Gabe.
If I went home Gabe would surely find out, if he hadn’t already. It was bad enough I was in the infirmary. Once he discovered it, I had little doubt he’d conclude it had something to do with him. It did, of course, but if he were to find out, he’d be relentless in teasing me about it. The nurse looked down at me for a moment before crossing her arms at her chest.
It wasn’t like I could tell her any of that.
“Really, I’m fine.” I said, now desperate to be dismissed. Borderline begging at this point, I continued, “I promise that if I feel any symptoms come on, I’ll do as you recommend and go home. Please let me go back to the lab. Please.”
“Hmm,” the nurse hummed. “All right. But, if you wind up back here again, you’ll leave me with no choice. Understand?”
“Yes. I do. Thank you so much.”
8
Cat & Mouse (Gabe)
A couple of hours after my visit to the lab, I was sitting in my office when Holly buzzed in over the intercom with word Colin needed to speak with me about an urgent matter.
Clearing my throat, I picked up the receiver. “Colin, what’s up?”
“Gabe, I’ve got a situation in the lab that you need to be aware of.”
Lab problems always got my complete attention. The last thing we needed right now were any unnecessary delays.
“What’s happening, Colin? Is there something going on with the Link Protocol work?”
“No, no. It’s nothing like that. In fact, it’s not related to work in the lab.”
I wrinkled my brow. “I’m confused, Colin. If it’s not lab work, then what's the problem?”
“It’s Fiona.”
I leaned back in my chair and ran my hand through my hair. “Fiona? What’s going on with her?”
Colin spent the next several minutes explaining she’d fainted at her workstation. Amanda and Melissa helped her to the infirmary and then returned to the lab and told Colin what occurred.
“Hmm,” I said as stroked my chin. “When did this happen?”
“Well, according to Amanda and Melissa it occurred just after lunchtime. About two o’clock or so.”
“Oh yes? Interesting…”
“Sir?”
“Hmm?”
“Well, you said it was ‘interesting’.”
“Oh, right. I was thinking of something. It’s not important. Fiona. Is she all right?”
“I believe so. She returned to the lab not more than a half hour or so ago. What would you like me to do about her?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, do you want me to send her home?”
“Um, I suppose that’s up to her. What has she said?”
“She says she’s fine.”
“All right, well, if that’s what she says we’ll have to trust her.”
“Will do.”
“Oh and Colin?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t mention you spoke with me. Whatever is causing these episodes at the moment can’t be helped by her being aware of our conversation.”
“Understood.”
As I hung up, I leaned back in my chair, interlacing my fingers behind my head in the process. To the best of my knowledge, we’d never had someone pass out in the manner Colin described.
A number of causes ran through my mind as I considered the long-term impact to work in the lab. Maybe the issues Danielle revealed to me were behind it. On the other hand, maybe it was the stress of her new position but then again, Fiona hadn’t shown any difficulty handling herself.
Or perhaps I was partially to blame.
After all, she wasn’t accustomed to attention from men and I had been applying a bit of pressure. Even so, I’d never had a woman pass out from being so excited around me.
At least… not with my clothes still on.
Yet, as intriguing as Fiona might be, the last thing I could afford to do right now was have a huge delay at the lab. The Link Protocol would have to stay on track no matter the cost to my libido. I’d just have be a bit more reserved than normal, take things slow with her. I made it a point to get the best talent possible in my labs and now was no time to disrupt the environment there.