hand.
"Stop hitting on me. It's sexual harassment."
"But you’re cute." I lifted my eyebrow and tried hard not to smile.
"This is true." He dropped his hands and took the cup from me. "You know these damn pills make me have to piss like a fire hydrant, right?"
"Fire hydrants don't piss." I tilted my head to the side as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He was close to ninety and still giving everyone hell every chance he got.
"You kids nowadays have no damn imagination." He huffed and popped the pills into his mouth, chewing them and swallowing. He grunted and leaned back. "Those taste like shit."
I couldn't help but laugh. He said the same thing every day, did the same thing, and yet I wasn't able to keep my composure.
"Why don't you just swallow them with water like everyone else?" I took the cup from him and poured him a cup of water, which he refused.
"I need to know what's in them. If I don't chew them, I don't know." He shrugged and tugged his covers up toward his throat. "Now, get out. I'm in the middle of my favorite show."
I glanced back at the TV to find it off. "I love this one too."
"Silly girl. There's nothing on." He rolled his eyes and waved me off.
"Old people nowadays... no imagination." I turned and walked out to the sound of him cackling.
"I like you, kid. Stick around?" His voice followed me into the hall.
"I plan to," I mumbled under my breath before dropping off my tray and walking out to the smoke break area. Where I didn't smoke, I still took a few ten minute breaks to get some fresh air and clear my head. I moved out onto the patio at the back of the hospital and pulled out my phone. Olivia would be at lunch, which meant I had a few minutes to catch up with my best friend.
"Hey!" The sound of her voice caused me to release a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Hey. How are you?" I found a bench on the side of the hospital under several large shade trees. September in Dallas meant it was still hot as hell. Summer had very little respect for fall or even winter some years.
"I'm good. I was just thinking about your offer to come visit." I let my eyes move across the bright green and blues that accented each other beautifully in front of me.
"New York in the summer isn't much better than Texas, I'm afraid." She chuckled. "But... I would love to have you anytime you want to come."
"I'm thinking around Christmas unless you're coming back here to see your mom."
"I'm not sure what I'm going to do just yet. There is still a little bit of hope around Luke giving me a ring sometime soon." She huffed loudly.
"You don't even like him."
"Yes I do."
"Liar. You haven't sounded happy since high school and you know it." I smiled at the memories we had from high school. Growing up sucked seeing that it took away your excuse for being a relationship-idiot. I was still floundering around on the topic of making a relationship work. It would seem I was handicapped in that area, as I'd always been.
"Don't start this again. Luke and I are going to get married eventually. It just works."
"It? What's it?"
"Him and me together." She cleared her throat. "Enough about me... how are things at the hospital? You started your internship, right?"
"Yeah." I glanced back as the door opened and three nurses I didn't know walked out. "It's good. I love the work and the patients. The nurses are bitches, but I guess that happens to some people after years of working around misery. There has to be some way to protect yourself from feeling too much."
"I can see how you might get emotionally wasted by it day after day."
"I love it here." I stood up and lifted my free hand to the sky, stretching.
"And what about Cameron? How's that going?"
"Ugh," I groaned and let my hand drop. "We're still together, but it's more like roommates who are borderline tired of each other. If he mentions me going to the gym one more time, I'm likely to drop-kick him in the balls."
"Ouch. He's still doing that shit?"
"Yes,
"Stop hitting on me. It's sexual harassment."
"But you’re cute." I lifted my eyebrow and tried hard not to smile.
"This is true." He dropped his hands and took the cup from me. "You know these damn pills make me have to piss like a fire hydrant, right?"
"Fire hydrants don't piss." I tilted my head to the side as a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. He was close to ninety and still giving everyone hell every chance he got.
"You kids nowadays have no damn imagination." He huffed and popped the pills into his mouth, chewing them and swallowing. He grunted and leaned back. "Those taste like shit."
I couldn't help but laugh. He said the same thing every day, did the same thing, and yet I wasn't able to keep my composure.
"Why don't you just swallow them with water like everyone else?" I took the cup from him and poured him a cup of water, which he refused.
"I need to know what's in them. If I don't chew them, I don't know." He shrugged and tugged his covers up toward his throat. "Now, get out. I'm in the middle of my favorite show."
I glanced back at the TV to find it off. "I love this one too."
"Silly girl. There's nothing on." He rolled his eyes and waved me off.
"Old people nowadays... no imagination." I turned and walked out to the sound of him cackling.
"I like you, kid. Stick around?" His voice followed me into the hall.
"I plan to," I mumbled under my breath before dropping off my tray and walking out to the smoke break area. Where I didn't smoke, I still took a few ten minute breaks to get some fresh air and clear my head. I moved out onto the patio at the back of the hospital and pulled out my phone. Olivia would be at lunch, which meant I had a few minutes to catch up with my best friend.
"Hey!" The sound of her voice caused me to release a breath I didn't realize I was holding.
"Hey. How are you?" I found a bench on the side of the hospital under several large shade trees. September in Dallas meant it was still hot as hell. Summer had very little respect for fall or even winter some years.
"I'm good. I was just thinking about your offer to come visit." I let my eyes move across the bright green and blues that accented each other beautifully in front of me.
"New York in the summer isn't much better than Texas, I'm afraid." She chuckled. "But... I would love to have you anytime you want to come."
"I'm thinking around Christmas unless you're coming back here to see your mom."
"I'm not sure what I'm going to do just yet. There is still a little bit of hope around Luke giving me a ring sometime soon." She huffed loudly.
"You don't even like him."
"Yes I do."
"Liar. You haven't sounded happy since high school and you know it." I smiled at the memories we had from high school. Growing up sucked seeing that it took away your excuse for being a relationship-idiot. I was still floundering around on the topic of making a relationship work. It would seem I was handicapped in that area, as I'd always been.
"Don't start this again. Luke and I are going to get married eventually. It just works."
"It? What's it?"
"Him and me together." She cleared her throat. "Enough about me... how are things at the hospital? You started your internship, right?"
"Yeah." I glanced back as the door opened and three nurses I didn't know walked out. "It's good. I love the work and the patients. The nurses are bitches, but I guess that happens to some people after years of working around misery. There has to be some way to protect yourself from feeling too much."
"I can see how you might get emotionally wasted by it day after day."
"I love it here." I stood up and lifted my free hand to the sky, stretching.
"And what about Cameron? How's that going?"
"Ugh," I groaned and let my hand drop. "We're still together, but it's more like roommates who are borderline tired of each other. If he mentions me going to the gym one more time, I'm likely to drop-kick him in the balls."
"Ouch. He's still doing that shit?"
"Yes,
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