He Left With Nothing

MAYA'S POV 

"What is the meaning of this?" 

David said as he shoved his phone into my hand. I was shocked at what I saw. 

On the screen was a text from my number saying; 

"Pack your things and leave."

"Don't ever contact me again."

"I didn't send that." I said while returning his phone to him. He looked at me with disgust. 

"Then explain why it came from your number."

I couldn't. I stood in the same spot, staring at him. Trying to gather my thoughts and also to explain myself. But the problem wasn't how to explain, it was that there was nothing to explain because I didn't know how it happened. 

The message was sent at 2:11 am. I knew exactly where I was at that time, I wasn't on my phone. By the time my night shift ended, I couldn't stop thinking about it. 

The worst part about working the night shift at the hospital was the quiet.

I leaned against the desk at the nurses' station, staring at a blank computer screen. My eyes burned because I hadn't slept in days.

"You're doing it again," Amy said, dropping a stack of folders onto the desk right next to me.

I didn't look up. "Doing what?"

"Staring into space," she said, pulling up a chair to sit next to me.

"I heard about David. I'm really sorry, Maya."

I sat up. The breakup happened earlier this evening, and it still didn't make any sense to me.

"He thinks I was the one who ended it," I whispered, turning to look at her. 

"He said I sent him a long text telling him to pack his things and leave. But Amy, I never wrote it. I didn't send anything."

Amy frowned and looked closely at my face.

"What do you mean you didn't write it?"

"David showed me the message earlier. It came from your phone number, Maya."

"I know," I said, my voice shaking.

"But I don't remember doing it. I remember going to sleep, and I remember waking up to him blocking me. It feels like I'm losing hours of my life."

"Maya, that's not normal," Amy said quietly, putting a hand on my arm. 

"You look exhausted. You need real sleep. You're starting to get confused."

Before I could answer, I heard footsteps approaching the desk.

"Nurse Lawson," Dr. Jason Finn said.

His voice was deep and formal whenever we were out in the open. He looked neat in his blue scrubs, but his eyes looked tired and restless.

"Yes, Dr. Jason?" I asked.

"I need you to look over some files in my office," he said.

"Right now, please."

Amy didn't say a word, but I could feel her watching me as I stood up and followed him down the hall.

The walk to his office was short, but I was nervous.

The hospital rules had very strict rules about doctors and nurses dating.

If anyone found out about us, he could lose his job and I could be fired. 

It was a massive risk, a total secret we kept hidden behind closed doors.

The moment the heavy office door clicked shut behind us, the professional act stopped. Jason turned around right away.

He grabbed my wrist gently and pulled me into the dark corner behind his bookshelf, away from the window.

"You're shaking," he whispered, leaning his forehead against mine.

"I'm just tired," I lied, looking up at him.

"It's more than that, Maya," Jason said, his thumb brushing over my hand.

"You've been restless all night. Talk to me. What's wrong?"

"My life is a mess," I whispered, pulling my hand back.

"My breakup with David was so weird. And I can't focus right now. Amy is already watching us. If someone walks in,"

A sharp knock on the door cut me off.

We jumped apart instantly. Jason cleared his throat and stepped back to his desk, picking up a pen. 

I rubbed my palms against my pants, trying to calm my nerves.