Page 3 of Clinically Bewitched
“Haydenput a hole through the drywall.”
“I have an excellent swing,” Hayden said mildly.
I looked at each of them in turn. “This. This is exactly why I can’t leave.”
“Or,” Nathan suggested, “this is exactly why youshouldleave. Get away from us for a few days. Relax. Enjoy the desert. Maybe even—and I know this is a radical concept—have fun?”
“I have fun.”
The silence that followed was deafening.
“You have fun?!” Fitz repeated slowly.
“Yes.”
“You. Julien Darcy. Have fun?!”
“I enjoy many things.”
“Name one.”
“Successful surgeries.”
“That’s not fun; that’s your job.”
“I find my job enjoyable.”
“Name something that’s not work-related.”
I opened my mouth. Closed it. Frowned. “I... enjoy a well-organized closet.”
Quinton dropped his head into his hands. “Oh my God.”
“And reading medical journals.”
“Julien,” Gabriel said gently, “those are also work-related.”
“They’re educational.”
“Buddy,” Fitz leaned back in his chair, “I say this with love and deep respect for your surgical skills: you need this trip. Desperately.”
“I don’t need—”
“When was the last time you took a vacation?” Hayden asked.
“I don’t take vacations. Vacations are for people who dislike their jobs.”
“Or for people who want to avoid burnout,” Nathan pointed out. “Which, as an Internal Medicine specialist, I feel obligated to mention is a real medical concern.”
“I’m not burned out.”
“You color-code your socks,” Quinton said.
“That’s called organization.”
“Byshade.”
“So I can find matching pairs efficiently.”
