Hospital Germs

I was sitting on my bed with my laptop and the sun streaming through the window. My cat was either trying to sit on the keys of my laptop or wrap his tail around the keyboard while I shoved him away so I could see what the heck I was writing. Work has been good. Sales are up with both sites I work on so it makes me look good. It was easy to think and create since my room is so sparkling clean, you could eat off the wood floors. I was just about to send my updates to my boss then go to my fav website to rder a super cute outfit I’ve been salivating over, when the phone rang. I looked at the number. It was Jake. He was’t supposed to call my cell but, it was still a treat to see his number light up my phone. “Hello?”

“Can you come pick me up” he says.

“Where are you?”

“I’m at the hospital. I had an asthma attack. I had to come and get oxygen.”

“Huh” I said. I thought about how my Mom was picking up Zoe from her new preschool today so I could get some work done. So I could actually go and pick him up. But how weird. “OK, I’ll be right there. Are you in the waiting room?”

“They are discharging me now.”

“You went there by yourself?”

“Uh huh.”

“OK, seen you in a few minutes.”

As I drove there I wondered what they would think when I walked up.  I have always looked super young for my age. When I was pregnant with Zoe my midwife told me I looked like a teeny-bopper. So maybe they would think I was Jake’s girlfriend.

I parked up close and the glass doors slid apart, blasting me with freezing cold air from the emergency room. An old guy was leaning on his wife, holding his belly. She was reading a book. I wondered if I would be sitting there, bored, reading a book with Chris when we were old and having to go to the hospital together. I walked up to a window and said, “I’m here to pick up Jake.” She looked confused but before our conversation went any further I saw Jake walking through some swinging brown doors with circle windows, holding some papers. He smiled at me when he saw me standing there and we walked out of the emergency room together and got in my van.

“How did you get here?” I asked.

“By ambulance.”

“Ugh! That bad?” I said.

“Yeah, it sucks. ” He looked depressed and gazed out of the passenger window. “It happens about once a year. This is probably how I’m going to die.”

It was so bizarre to hear a different side of him. I didn’t really like it. It was too real-life. He was supposed to be my escape. I was starting to wish I hadn’t answered the phone. I didn’t need to take care of someone else.

We were quiet the rest of the way. When I pulled up he said “Thanks” then got out.

“Are you going to be OK?”

“I dunno,” he said and walked off. Ugh. I drove it 3 houses over to my driveway and parked there. I sat at the wheel and put my head on it. I couldn’t just leave him there alone.”

He opened his door and I said, “I just wanted to make sure you are OK.”

“Come on in” he said. I swear I saw him smirk as I brushed past him.

We walked over to his bedroom. “I’m gonna go and take a shower to wash off these hospital germs” he said. “Wanna come?”

“To the shower? No thanks.” I rolled my eyes. I wasn’t sure if we were still doing this. I had decided I would separate from Chris before cheating on him again so, no. Jake and I weren’t going to “do” anything.

When I heard the water running I looked around his room. I thought about when he had given me the picture of the naked model from his art class. I hopped off his bed and looked underneath. I pulled out some papers and there were a few more drawings. It was the same girl but she was dressed this time in a cute bra and underwear, hot pink. Tacky…but kind of cute. It looked like V.S. to me. ‘Huh’ I thought. They don’t dress art class models in lingerie. Another picture was just her face. I was instantly jealous. Who was this girl and why did she get to have amazing pictures drawn of her. AND, why did he give one to me? Was this the girl I saw him walking down the street with a couple of weeks ago? I put the pictures back under the bed and thought that maybe when he came back I would ask him about the pictures.

When he came back in the room he was dripping wet with a navy blue towel around his hips. I suddenly didn’t care too much about the pictures anymore and he grinned at me before losing the towel.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

%d bloggers like this: