Stitches

Eight

It was almost 4 in the morning when I took a break from work. I went to the cafeteria and ordered a hot crab and corn soup and garlic bread. I am actually on my last bite when someone sat next to me.

"Sunday is just 2 days from now." Craite said.

"And I'll be back Wednesday night." I said and smiled.

He still look pretty damn cute even in the wee hours of the morning. I can't help but imagine another scene of a nurses quarter's quickie. I swiftly changed my thoughts.

"I am gonna make coffee, you want one?"

"No thanks I am good." He stood up to make his coffee from the corner of the cashier. He went back a few minutes later.

"You'll be out by 6 right? I'll wait for you." He said.

"You want some soup?"

"No, I am fine. See you later Vem." He replied.

He must have been tired from work. I wonder why I didn't ask him about his day. Or should I? I mean if he really wants to tell me how he's been doing, he will, right? Looking at him walking away, I can't help but feel uncomfortable. There's a 99% chance that he'll soon find someone better and all this would stop. Why did I even choose to do it again, and again?

"Where are we going?" I asked Craite when I found him by our station talking to Mila and Lily.

"You'll see." He smiled a little.

He looks tired and sleepy. Mila and Lily shoved me a "What is this about?" look and for a moment I want to tell her that I took her advise wholeheartedly and here I am with him.

"We'll go ahead Mila." He said to her.

When I was standing beside him he held my hand like the way couples do, intertwined between my fingers as we walk out of the hospital.

I heard my phone beeps and I know thats Mila asking for an essay explanation about my activities outside the hospital premises. I wanted to laugh at her reaction but Craite's quietness made me feel awkward.

The sun wasn't visible yet and the wind is a little chilly. I found myself shivering. He held my hand tightly.

I was wearing my black scrubsuit and backpack while he wears just a plain blue shirt, denim jeans and sneakers.

"Are you cold?" He asked.

"A little." I answered.

We went to his car and he retrieved a white jacket with a hood, put it over my shoulder and closed the rear door again.

"Aren't we using your car?" I asked.

"Let's walk and buy breakfast." He was again quiet after saying that and I don't know what to say next.

I was just walking with him, watching him, feeling his hand on mine and thinking that I could do this everyday, as long as it is him holding me. Shit! Where did that thought came from? I was stunned at myself. Maybe I am just tired too, maybe his mood affects me.

"Mila's curious about this." I said.

"I know. She didn't asks though." He answered.

"I heard my phone beeps and that was her, for sure." I heard a sluggish laugh.

"Tell her we're dating." He glanced at me.

I was surprised. Dating? Since when did this became dating?

"Did something happened Craite?" Its my first time asking something serious about him and I am really doubting he would answer me with all honesty.