Give into Me (Rich Woman/Poor Man Romance)

~Chapter 12

-12-

  Butterfly pulled her patient's daughter into a hug. "I'll miss her too, Claudine."

  Rose, one of Butterfly's favorite patient's had died. She contacted the family, so they could say their last goodbyes. As soon as her daughter came, Butterfly felt the tears forming. They say as a nurse you're supposed to be empathetic, not sympathetic. Sometimes that goes out the door when you've taken care of someone for so long.

  "She used to always talk about how kind you were to her," Claudine stated while wiping tears away.

  Butterfly sniffled. "Rose was just as kind."

  Butterfly remembered that no matter how much pain Rose was in, she still had the brightest smile whenever she walked into the room. She was always so happy, even though she was dying of pneumonia. Her frail eighty-year-old body couldn't handle it anymore. She already had other diseases this was just the icing on the cake.

  Claudine smiled faintly. "You will come to the funeral, right?"

  Butterfly nodded her head. "Of course."

  Other family members started piling into the room. Butterfly hugged each and every one of them.  She told them she would leave them alone to grieve as a family. She also needed to control her own emotions. Butterfly gently shut the door behind her. She walked down the hall and stopped at the ladies room.

  Butterfly knocked on the door. When no one replied, she opened the door and went inside. She glanced at herself in the more and saw the mascara sliding down her face. "I really need to start buying waterproof mascara," she murmured to herself.

  Butterfly did damage control, by washing her face with the hand soap. I hope my skin doesn't break out, she thought to herself. After she cleaned her face, she dried it with the rough brown paper towels. She took a deep breath and stepped out of the bathroom.

  "Girl, you okay," Cynthia asked with wide eyes.

  Butterfly sighed. "Yeah, I'm good. I just can't believe she's gone."

  Cynthia nodded her head and put her hand on Butterfly's shoulder. "I'm here for you if you want to talk. I know she was your favorite."

  Butterfly smiled gently. "Thanks."

  Cynthia patted her shoulder, before walking down the hallway into one of her patient's room.

  It was two in the afternoon and Butterfly was glad her shift ended. She felt emotionally drained. She just wanted to go home and take a hot bath. She was standing outside in front of the building waiting for Isaiah to pick her up. I'll just take a bath at his place, she thought to herself.

  Ten minutes later Isaiah pulled up into the circular driveway of the building. Butterfly got in the car and glanced at her watch. "You're ten minutes late," she replied, with a smirk.

  Isaiah gave her a kiss on the cheek. "Sorry, I went and got us something to eat." He pointed to the bags sitting by Butterfly's leg.

  "Fried chicken, my favorite," Butterfly said while searching the bags for a buttery biscuit.

  Isaiah turned and looked at her, smiling. "I know."

  Over the past weeks, Butterfly and Isaiah got into a comfortable groove. They started being around each other more. When she was at work, he would pick her up and they would spend the day together. She would help him study for his G.E.D. But that was only when they weren't too busy to see each other. They still hadn't gone on their camping trip yet, since both of their schedules conflicted.