The Story of Us

Chapter 6

As a nurse that worked in assisting our talented surgeons in countless operations of different severities. One ranging from removing a G.I Joe from a toddler's nose to more complex cases such as removing a live gerbil from a grown man's rectal.

It was a successful rescue and to those concerned, no; we did not give the rodent back to that man. If you're putting live animals in those sorts of places, you don't need a pet. You need severe psychological help.

I cannot believe in all my short few years as a nurse, that I would have to explain to a man older than myself the dangers of doing such a thing.

At least the surgeons got a good laugh.

I know what you're thinking. 'Why are you going on about gerbils and G.I Joes in places they should never be?'

Because I would trade my left tit to be in that surgery room right now helping them then trying to talk what I consider logical sense into my extremely difficult patient.

"You can't stand up, Harry. You have a BACK injury. I fixed your disc, but your lower spine is slightly raised and has a small part protruding. If you stand up, you could cause irreversible damage to yourself that could very well leave you paralyzed." I explained without sugarcoating it.

"I have to take a piss. UNTIE ME!" Harry roared, not happy about being tied back down.

"Not until you stop trying to get out of bed! If you have to pee, I have something you can use." I tried calming him, but no matter how much I spoke; he didn't seem to hear or care.

"I'm not an animal and I demand you let me up!" Harry ordered, trying to slip from the ropes again.

I wonder if his mother drinks? Cause I'd sure like to start and this is only my second day with him. She's had to spend twenty-something years.

That poor, poor woman.

"Harry? I would let you go quicker than you could say Tom Hiddleston, God yes! In fact, I'd release you quicker than if you simply said mmmbop. HOWEVER – "

"If you let me go, I'm sure I could set you up with him?" Harry offered and he did it so convincingly, that I honestly thought the guy was kidding.

He never came out and told me he was famous, but he sure did offer me a lot of things those first couple of days. It was sort of cute.

"Tom's not my type. Right now, you're my type. You fell into my life from Heaven's fucking cliff and I just want to sit down and cry, because of how damn blessed I feel right now." I retorted back sarcastically.

Harry furrowed his brows down.

I don't know if he was trying to figure out if he was being insulted or if I was fixing to have a nervous breakdown.

Both. I was definitely going for both.

"I need to pee." He decided to move on, keeping himself calm and speaking with some sort of authority in which he actually believed he had.

"No one's stopping you." I gestured, figuring if I used shorter sentences, it might get through to him.

"Uh –" He tugged at the ropes again, making sure to give them a good yank.

For someone who should be taking it easy given his circumstance, nothing is keeping this guy down.

Except me and that's only because I cheated and used actual rope. Otherwise it would probably be a different story.

"Yep and they're staying on until you stop being stupid. Although if you piss my bed, you and I will be going a completely different route regarding what you will be using. I suggest getting your head out of your ass and try to see things from my point of view." I warned, not liking the fact that I am talking to a twenty-something year old about the dangers of what could happen if he tried to stand up.