LAURALINE
I have been in this hospital for three days. And if I keep lying in this bed, I'm going to go crazy. I'm still hurting but not nearly as bad as I was. I mean, I am used to this pain. It will be gone entirely in about 4-5 weeks. It's nothing new. They want me to stay another day to make sure; thankfully, I have good health insurance. Nurse Dalton is here to check my vitals. Everything is good, of course.
"Dalton, please, can I walk around? I'm going crazy. I'm not used to being this still every day. I need to see the world! PLEASE!" I jokingly plead with him.
"No, you need to take it easy."
"I'm going to die here.... of boredom. It's not fair." I pout.
"You know, for such a small human, you complain a lot. Ok, well, when your friends get here, MAYBE, I will let one of them push you around, in a wheelchair, for a little bit."
"Thank you, god."
"Not god, just Dalton."
"We need more male nurses like you. You are the best."
"I know. I'm a gift. It's a blessing and a curse.," he says, walking out the door laughing.
Alyx and JB finally show up a little after 1:00 pm. They said they had to help a friend. That's why they couldn't come earlier.
"You guys took forever! Where's Tay and Ryder?"
"They had to help their parents with something."
Well, Nurse Dalton said one of yall could push me around the halls!" I squeal.
"I have to make a phone call real quick." Alyx and Johnboy exchange a glance. I can't quite tell what it's about" So it looks like it's all you, JB. I'll see you in a bit LaLa."
"Alright. Hurry up. I say, rushing him to help me out of bed. "I've been ready for an hour and a half. MOVE IT."
"I'm trying to... come on, princess. Your carriage awaits."
He helps me get out of bed very slowly and into the chair. Then it's out of this suffocating room. We walk the corridors just talking about how the bar is; I make sure he keeps Maurice updated when he isn't here visiting me. I get caught off guard by a young, curly-headed toddler. Maybe about 3, possibly four years old. With a pregnant mother wobbling after her.
"Desire Marie! Get back here."
"No! I don't want a brother!" This tiny little girl runs right in between Johnboy and my wheelchair. I laugh as her mother apologizes profoundly.
"It's fine she isn't bothering me. Desire, is that your name?"
" Yes, Desire Marie Lumpkin! I know my whole name," she states proudly.
"Why don't you want a brother? They are so cool."
"They are? Why?"
"Well, you always have a friend to play with, someone who you can rely on. You can tell him stories. When he is older, make him play tea party and take lots of pictures so you can embarrass him when he is older. It will be a lot of fun."
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Always (Previously known as, "Perfection")
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