Alexis

Logica, Terapia e Chiamate

Logic, Therapy, and Calls

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"Therefore thus saith the Lord GOD; I will also stretch out mine hand and beast from it; and I will make it desolate from Teman; and they of Dedan shall fall by the sword."

Ezekiel (25:13)

I woke up, in Vincent's arms, to the sound of my phone ringing. Odd. I didn't have work today so I didn't set an alarm. The only thing on my agenda that involved leaving the house was seeing David. I frowned. My eyes were still so heavy. It was way too early in the morning to be getting phone calls. I went to bed late last night.

I forced myself to take action so it would stop. I just needed it to stop. I wanted to go back to sleep while I was still sleepy. I moved over Vincent, struggling to get my phone. I realized I was unintentionally waking up Vincent. His hands moved up my body and attempted to pull me down.

"Stop," I mumbled, my phone in sight. I wanted to ignore it but I saw the name.

Dr. Williams

I grabbed my phone and sat up in bed, chanting to myself to wake up just enough to focus. There had to be an important reason why he was calling me this early in the morning. Vincent mumbled something as he put his hands on my body. I hushed him and brushed off his hands. I hit the answer button and put the phone to my ear.

"Hello?" I asked. My voice was scratchy as it usually is when I first wake up.

"Alex, it's Will," he introduced himself. "What happened last night? You had sex? You know you're supposed to wait a minimum of two weeks—"

"Yeah, I know. I thought it'd be fine but it hurt," I told him as I felt my face warm. "But we stopped just as we started so I don't think I did any damage," I added.

He sighed on the line. "But you still inserted something. You shouldn't be doing that, Alexis. You had a terrible procedure followed by an infection. You needed to wait a minimum of two weeks but I would've said four to six."

"I'm sorry," I mumbled. "I thought it'd be fine since I wasn't bleeding as much anymore—"

"You're still bleeding?" he questioned.

"Well, more like spotting," I clarified. "It doesn't really hurt now," I added, feeling that he should know.

"What do you mean 'really hurt'?" he asked. "Is there discomfort?"

"I don't know. I just woke up. Haven't got out of bed yet," I told him.

"Oh," he mumbled. "Do you want me to come over? If there is any bleeding— call immediately. Any pain— call. If your temperature starts rising— you get a fever— call me immediately. Okay?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "You don't have to come over, I'll let you know. Thank you," I said.

"Call me if you need. Bye, Alexis," he said.

"Thank you, bye-bye," I said before I ended the call.

I glanced down at my thigh. Vincent's hand was on top. He put it on my thigh, softly rubbing, halfway through the phone call. I looked over at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Yeah," I confirmed and leaned back over him to put away my phone. "That was doctor Williams. Just making sure everything is good."

"Oh," he mumbled as I laid down next to him.

I hummed. "I think I'm gonna go back to bed," I told him. "It's too early for me," I managed to get out before I yawned. I covered my mouth as Vincent rubbed my arm.