"The packet I gave you still outlines everything he does. You can chose to take him out, drive him around, whatever he asks for. If you need to run errands and you take him just make sure he doesn't walk off. He seemed fine before so I'm sure he'll be fine now. I ask that you keep this professional because you technically are going to be his caregiver. You will basically keep him company, make sure he's okay, and help him with meals; basically help with everyday living. I just need you to sign this, it's just a liability agreement," she said.
"Okay," I said taking the pen and signing my name on the paper.
"Thank you, this is only Monday through Friday by the way, unless I have another business trip. I'll be back by 5. 7 at the latest," she said walking over to Justin's room. I heard her whispering to him, probably saying bye, before she came back out.
"Great, I'll see you later then," I said.
"Call me if you need anything," she said.
"Will do," I said.
"Bye," she said leaving.
I turned around and walked over to Justin's room. He was still peacefully sleeping again. I decided to start reading the extensive lengthy packet.
The first section was labeled caregiver rules and regulations and outlined everything I should and shouldn't do.
To my surprise it said not to share personal information like talking about my personal life or problems, not using nicknames or endearments, be careful with touching as it should only be used thoughtfully and sparingly, not to get over involved, not to have a romantic or sexual relationship, and to not keep secrets.
Then it talks about unprofessional misdemeanor which is volume of voice, appearance, and body language.
I finished the packet on the rules and regulations and started reading on Justin's usual schedule but I couldn't help but think back to what I had read before.
I've basically been doing everything wrong because I have gotten attached, I've told him about my personal life, I've touched his shoulders, and this seemed to all be wrong for me to do.
I continued reading his schedule as I heard tiny footsteps coming closer
"M-mila?"
I looked up and found Justin walking closer to the kicthen. I smiled at the nickname he was using before I said, "Good morning Justin."
He suddenly started running towards me and just as he got to me, he wrapped his arms around my body giving me a tight hug, "Y-y-you back."
"Mhmm, I'm your new nurse," I said hugging him back.
He gasped in surprise as he pulled away from the hug, "R-really?"
"Yes," I replied.
He smiled as he rocked back and forth in his place.
"Are you happy?" I asked, knowing the obvious answer.
"Yes!" He exclaimed.
I smiled, "I'm happy too. What would you like to eat for breakfast?"
"French toast!" He said.
My mouth fell wide open, "You said that perfectly! Good job!"
I held my hand up for him to high five and as he did he let a little laugh out making me smile even more. Sweet chubs, oh my gosh I just want to squish those little cheeks.
"Y-you proud of m-me?" He nervously asked.
"Of course I am," I said.
He laughed, "O-okay, tha-thank you."
