Terminal

4. Paging Nurse Sariah

August 29th 

Dear Journal, 

Today is my birthday, I am officially 49 years old...Next year I will be 50, and I will be one year closer to my impending doom. Liz is taking me out for a nice dinner tonight, I feel bad that I will have to inform her that this will be my last time traveling out into town or outside much for that matter. I had to fire Evelyn, the nurse from the at home service, I found out she was engaged to a man in town. I was falling in love with her, I know stupid of me, what's worse is I told her I wish I didn't have to die so I could spend my days with her. She told me she was engaged to be married and didn't feel the same way. So, I yelled that I hated her and fired her. Of course, I had to pay her severance. A small price to pay for my heart being crushed for yet another time. 

First Monica, now Evelyn....I am giving up on women at this point, I am hoping for Liz to help me find a man nurse this time. One who knows he is only here to watch me die, and hopefully, he lives close enough that way he won't have to stay in my house. I could not watch another man having a good time, and I couldn't. That would be pure torture.... Anyway, I guess Happy Fucking Birthday to me....

Do you know Evelyn had the nerve to give me a birthday gift? I wonder what Liz will think of this hideous red tie....

Present Day 

Sariah Point of View: Two Weeks Later

I overheard his conversation with his mother two weeks ago. He shortly fell asleep, and I brought back his cleaned trash cans and cleaned up the lunch he said he didn't want but ate all of it. I knew it was the cancer, making him miserable and essentially acting like a baby. 

I made him dinner, and he complained but ate the dinner anyway. That's pretty much how our days went until I finally convinced him to let me help him in the bath. He didn't want me to look at his body, which I told him I was not a pervert I was just here to help. He still insisted I keep my eyes close, so to say showering is the least difficult would be a lie.

Today, he has his chemotherapy treatment coming to the house, so I made sure to shower him and give him another Moringa Smoothie, but this time, I added Kava root to relax him after the IV drip. He drank it all and even ate a little toast and eggs. The doorbell rang just as I finished cleaning up his dishes.

"Good morning, I am Dr. Davis, you must be the new nurse?" This tall caramel complexion man stood in the door frame. He had icy green eyes, and his smile was pearly white, and his black glasses made him even more sexy.

"Oh, yes, my name is Sariah Ellis. Nice to meet you." I say, trying to save face that I was gawking.

"What a beautiful name, so how is our patient this morning?" Dr. Davis asked me as I helped him inside with the IV.

"Oh, much better these days, I hope. His attitude is still not pleasant, but I have been able to get him to eat three solid meals these pass two weeks." I say proud that I am at least doing good even if he doesn't like to allow me to.

"Whoa, no kidding? Most of his nurses couldn't get one meal down, but you are getting three? You got to tell me your secrets, Sariah..." He says, smirking at me and making me blush.

I led him to Michael's room, where he sat reading a new book.

"Michael Dr. Davis is here." I say letting the doctor in first.

"I am dying, not blind. Thank you, Ms. Ellis. Dr. Davis, hello." He says, only glancing up once from the book.

"Mr. Jackson, promise me you will be nice to your hero here. I hear she's getting you to eat three meals a day that's really good. She is giving you more strength than you had at the start of this year." Dr. Davis says, winking at me, and I smile.