Taking Chances (Rewritten Version)

Chapter Thirty-Two

"Recovery"

Brielle

                  
Nate groaned as loudly as he could, probably so loud the entire hospital could hear, as he impatiently waited for the doctor to hand him his discharge papers.

For the past week, he had been exceptionally impatient. Every second the doctors were around, he would become grumpy and a little resentful. He would constantly whine about leaving and how depressing this hospital was. The doctors and nurses were displeased and unimpressed, but that didn't stop him. Especially when they were gone and it was only he and I in the room. Every grumble consisted of profanities and threats of when he would finally get out of there, and I understood every word of it, because being in one spot for so long could get pretty irritating after you'd found the desire to get moving around.

"I hate waiting!" he grumbled, and I could see in his eyes he was ready to start pulling at his fading blonde hair. Personally, I thought he'd look pretty attractive with his brown hair, but I wasn't sure my opinion was really important.

Before he could actually act on pulling, I grabbed his hands and laced his fingers with mine, trying to calm him with a smile. "You'll be out soon enough," I told him, but he shook his head in frustration.

"They've had me in this damn hospital for a week, Bri. I want to get out."

I pressed my lips to his cheek in hopes of easing his impatience, but as I stood up, he pulled me back down onto his lap with a cheeky grin. "As soon as I get home, I'm going to lock the door," he growled in my ear, smirking as I blushed at what he was suggesting. "And I'm going to show you how much I've missed you."

I tried laughing to ease how my heart raced at his words, but he noticed instantly, and that boosted his ego. However, along with this bashful, innocent flash that ran through me, I also had a little shred of confidence that decided to overpower my actions.

I leaned close to him, leaving my lips just inches away. By the way he looked at my lips, anyone could tell that he was expecting me to kiss him. But as I moved closer until our lips brushed, I veered off and enclosed the space on his ear. I smirked when I felt a shiver run through his spine from my breathing fanning his skin.

"I can't wait," I whispered ever so slowly.

The excitement of what would probably be happening later got him excited, and I felt him as I sat on his lap with a smirk curved on my lips. He was going to reply, but a knock at the door interrupted him. I simply slipped off his lap and stepped to the side, my fingers still intertwined with his - quite tightly after a few seconds ago, may I say.

The doctor stepped through the door and held up the discharge papers, grinning when Nate cheered happily.

"Finally."

Dr. Crenshaw, the doctor that had treated Nate this past week and before that, smiled when Nate took the papers and began filling them out, an excited gleam in his beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm sure you're just dying to get out of this place and breathe fresh air," he chirped. He was my favorite doctor, simply because he wasn't one of those doctors who liked to act like he was a know-it-all. He was truthful, and felt the same as me when it came to critical criteria - the truth needed to be said, not sugar coated or shaped into something else to ease it up. He treated patients like they were old friends, even if some of them were quite like Nate when he was impatient and grumpy. Sometimes I would chat with him while Nate was fast asleep, and even when he was in the room and Nate and I were in complete silence.

I just preferred to have him more over any other doctor here. I felt comfortable. Honestly, I would miss him and only him when we left today. That was about it, though.