Whitaker?" "Yes, this is Brandon Whitaker." "Well, we have some good news for you, your apartment is ready. Come by as soon as possible for your keys." This is bittersweet. I've really enjoyed being back with my parents but Carlie wants more privacy. "Thank you so much for calling me, I'll have Miss Santos come by about lunch time." I hang up and immediately call Carlie. The excitement in her voice is contagious. I'm smiling as I make it to the ER. "Hey, Brandon, you ready for this madness?" Dr. Iverson asks with exhaustion in his voice. I just nod. My time in the navy made this place seem like paradise. I grab my gear and prepare for my rounds with Dr. Parker. She's a bit hard to deal with but she knows her shit. I find her and prepare for the busy day ahead. The next couple of weeks fly by as we get settled into our new home. It's weird, I admit, coming home to an empty house. Carlie has been working late and I've been pulling extra shifts at the hospital to build my savings back after all the moving expenses.
