Dawsey| Above the clouds

5

Waiting. Sounds easy, right? Full bladder. Thirsty. Hungry. Cold. Aching muscles. Bored. I'm supposed to wait here until Gabby comes with better clothes. I'm here in a hospital bed with no shirt and a pair of navy blue pants, waiting for my test result to come clean.

This is definitely not a thing for me, I don't like laying still and doing absolutely nothing. To me, it's hard to understand how people can enjoy doing nothing. I think I'm going to explode here.

There's a knock on the door. My first thought is Gabby, my heart starts bolting and a warm feeling spread inside me, I miss her. But when the door open and I see a maroon colored leg, I understand it's not Gabby.

Rhodes has a tablet in his hand, he walk to my side. "Feeling better?" He ask.

"More like less bad" I reply with pain, my lungs are killing me.

When he came in he had a face like a brick. His movements were all sharp and with purpose, he analyzed the wound for a few seconds and looked up with a perfunctory smile flashed for just a moment. So whether the information he has on that tablet is good or not, I can't tell without having a look on it myself.

He hand me the tablet. I don't understand most of it but I do recognize some of the numbers.

"The test came out clean, nothing to worry about so we'll stick to our plan" He say.

The room is clean, the walls are white, no decorations, just white. There are stands for intravenous drips and monitors. At the door are dispensers for rubber gloves, hand sanitizer and soap. Nothing special. Beside me, at the corner of the room, there's a drawer. It's white, and from the bottom drawer Rhodes pick up a plastic package. He tears it open and pick out something that looks like a nasal cannula.

"Not to scare you but others prefer to call this the devil in disguise" He say

I push out a fake smile. All I can think about now is Gabby, I don't care about anything else right now. I don't know how she would make it if I got hurt, she's going to have our baby in a month. Taking care of a baby isn't something you do alone, you need someone. I'll have to stop taking unnecessary risks.

Rhodes connect the hose to a machine and then helps me to put in the cannula in my nostrils. He was right, it really is the devil in disguise, itchy, annoying and always in the way.

I put my hand on my forehead, over the wound. "Is there any chance you could check if there's any news on a baby that came in this morning?" I ask. I need to know how it went for that baby.

He takes the tablet from my hands and start to write something on it. Later he look up on me.

"Baby didn't make it, he took a hard hit to the head" He say and hand me a icebag.

He leaves the room and I'm left alone, knowing that my fall killed the baby, I killed a baby.