“Why not?”
“She’s a bitch to me when I’m sick.”
There’s more to this story than he’s saying. “She is? Why?”
“She claims I’m a difficult patient.”
“Are you?”
“No.”
He’s full of it. “Well, I’ll drive you, but if you aredifficultwith me, I’m leaving you to fend for yourself. Got it?”
He nods which seems surprisingly accommodating.
“You’re going to need some pants.” I look around his room. It’s surprisingly spotless.
“Jeans are in the bathroom.”
“That may irritate you even more. Got any sweatpants? Sleep pants?”
“Bottom drawer of my dresser.”
I search the drawer and find a pair of gray sweats. I hand them over and watch him slip them past his thighs and up. Yes. I peeked again. Sue me. You would’ve looked too.
I find a tee in one of his other drawers and toss it to him. He slips it on as I grab his wallet from the top of the dresser. Handing it to him, I give him a smile. I’m not sure why I’d smile at the man. I’m still mad, right? “Let’s go. The sooner we get there, the sooner they can pump you up with the good stuff.”
“Can’t wait. This is fucking miserable.”
ChapterTwenty
Nate
Wow.I feel amazing. Whatever that medicine is they’ve got me on, they should bottle it because it’s is making me feel like a million fucking bucks. I’m in one of the small alcoves in the urgent care place in town. The second they saw me, my hives, they directed me right back here. In no time, they had an IV in my arm, and they started pumping me with… what did Prudence call it? The good stuff? Well, she was right. This shit isgreat.
Which reminds me. “Where’s Prudence?” I ask no one because there’s only me in my room. I’m all alone, and for some reason, that makes me laugh. A nurse or a doctor or something like that pops their head in. “You okay?”
“I need Prudence? Where is Pruuuuuudence?” I love saying her name. It’s so, so, so pretty.
“Is she the one who brought you in?”
“Yesssssss.” S’s are fun to say, aren’t they?
“She’s in the waiting area. Want me to get her?”
“No.Iget her. You don’t get her. She’smine.” Then, I rethink what he said. “Yes. Get her.”
I’m pretty sure he just said, “Oh boy. We’ve got a doozy.”
I don’t know what he means.
Suddenly, I see something crawling on the ceiling, so I yell, “There’s a spider!”
The person who hooked me up to this lovely medicine steps into the room. “You’re going to need to keep it down. There are other patients.”
Ignoring her words, I point at the ceiling and whisper loudly, “Spider.”
She glances up. “No. That’s a sprinkler head.”
