Desire For Business

Heart Cooks Brain

I am awake and all alone. Something about that brings me at ease, I look at my hand and its repaired, I must've been asleep while that was happening because I have no recollection of anyone fixing my hand. I look to the left of me, and on my tray is some juice, a tan plate with a covering and my cellphone, still connected to the charger but fully charged. I realize how parched I am and drink the whole juice in seconds, I then look for the water bottle that had the hospital logo on it and my room number. Its on the counter within reach and I can see perspiration dripping off the bottle and quickly grab it. And drink almost all of it, even though i truly dislike plain water.

Hopefully, I get released today because I feel imprisoned, even though I probably had the best hospital stay out of most people here. Its time I figure out what I am going to do without hurting anyone's feelings and as far as those painkillers, I am done. I could easily continue with my own inventory and the doctor didn't seem to be type to turn me down a request if I wanted. I feel more energized, borderline anxious as I am collecting my thoughts, plans and sorting my fears with whats going to happen with Dris. The nurse comes in interrupting my thoughts, the same nurse from the other day and follows behind her, the doctor. He looks over his chart and the nurse looks my IV over thrn my hand and adds something to my bag. The doctor is overlooking his charts and begins speaking before looking up from his chart "Your iron levels are looking good from the test we took yesterday, as I can see you were tierd and got your rest.." he chuckles a little "You didnt awake even during the repair of your IV, must've been a painful accident, so we had to reinsert it in the same vein a little further down, so expect some bruising for a while and keep the area well cleaned" he moves towards my head "You won't have to worry about having the stitches removed." He takes a look at my hand "Try avoid using it until it isnt as tender and use unscented antibacterial soap on that hand to avoid infection" he comes closer to my head again and adds the same ointment as before "You can see the swelling has gone down immensely so your pretty face is back to normal" he then tilts his head "I know you're desperate to leave but I will have Nurse Kelly take one last tube of blood through your IV so I can check those levels to ensure you're still on a great road of recovery" I look at him and situate my hair "Do you think I could have a moment to talk to you?" I shift my eyes toward the nurse who was busy situating the tubing for the blood and he gets the hint. "Mrs. Kelly, can you please grab be the same amount of CC's for the Dilaudid drip?" And she looks a little uncertain but does not question and does what she is told. He turns his head towards me and is very close to me and I lightly ask "You obviously know I did not forget what happened... just when I blacked out from the chloroform, but what is current on my form with the car accident?" He looks at me kind of confused and then realizes "The
normal side effects of a crash to your extent would be, body aches, neck pain sometimes lower back pain.." he looks at me curiously " Someone hit your car and ran, I am not sure what insurance companies do but thats all that matters if they ask" He walks back to the cupboard on the left side of me and is saying something as he digging around, I thought he was talking to himself because it sounds like mumbles. I look at him confused "Are you talking to me?" I ask lightly. The nurse is returning through the door, and he furrows his eyebrows and begans looking through the charts. The nurse has a slight angry look on her face, but I do not take much notice to it. She puts the drip in my IV even though I really didn't want her too. The doctor comes closer to me "I have rounds to do but when I return there is one thing I need to go over and fingers crossed, you'll be on your way" he is overlooking his charts still, as he walks out. I start to notice nurse Kelly is taking longer than usual, like purposely being slow. I look at her and she is furious, as the drip hits my veins I ask her whats the matter. She is silent for a moment, "they canceled all the requests! The social worker, therapist and even contacted the officers to disregard your case because their was a mix up with toxicology report and they have you on camera thrusting on the handsome man that brought you food and said, you confessed to being into some kinky sex which would explain your wrist and ankle markings"... she must've seen the look on my face because not only was I confused but pissed. She starts to storm out the room, and I stop her at the foot of my bed. "Wait, its really my own fault I am here and you're a wonderful nurse but I am in some deep shit and in a way we are protecting all the good people involved." She looks at me kind of ticked "Don't insult me, I know you didnt asked to be poisoned or chained, I took care of you in admission!!" I look at her and grab her hand "No love, its the opposite you went with your instincts and order tests and in a round about way got all the answers you weren't supposed to get." I grab her hand tightly "Don't be angry with Dr. Evers, he is afraid and from now on be more cautious when things don't settle well within when your working with Dr. Evers...its beyond him and I" she seems a little less angry but more fearful. I try to assure her "they will look to you if you don't ask questions when odds things pop up" my situation will probably not be the last and I am sure it isn't the first. You're an amazing nurse and you made my stay here a delight insight of the awfulness that came before" she looks a little teary eyed. She was young, not a nurse of long-standing and they probably tried to take advantage of that and disregard her work. I look at her, "You're not wrong and he knows you're not but he just doesn't want it spoken about or materialized and I am pretty sure if you take this with maturity, they'll probably even be a bonus in your bank account" I give a slight chuckle. She looks at me sort with a look guilt, "Are you going to be okay though?" I smile at her, reassuringly "If I wasn't, I wouldn't be in a hospital and even more had such an amazing nurse to keep me pain-free" she lets out a little giggle and a deep breath. I give her a hug, "now I am going to shower and change and you just do what you do best with all the other doctors and be very compliant with Dr. Evers, because he is not the bad guy" she looks at me and nods her head.

I grab my purse, the bag with the black romper and my IV pole. I shower myself with contents left in the bottles but choose to use shampoo since my hair is in much better condition. The warm water feels comforting on my muscles and bones and I stay just letting the water pour on me for what feels like hours but probably ended up only being 30 minutes, I get out the shower and open the door and decided to air dry my body instead of using a towel, I clean my face, gently avoiding my lashes. I apply a smokey eye, bronzer and some highlighter. The doctor was right, all swelling from my face went down. I do a peach lip with a light pink over gloss, then smother myself in my hand lotion from B&BW. I massage it in more than apply it to ease the aches of my muscles. I cover my wrist and ankles with foundation. I spray my face with my eyes closed with my new Micheal Kors perfume, behind my ears and all around my body. I close the door and turn the shower back on and smoke a cigarette, naked, sitting on the sink where I was orally pleased hours before. When I am finished I put my black romper on, lacking underwear and bra since I had no underwear and the top of the romper was tight and made of thick stretchy material, that held my boobs upright and secured. It was loose on the bottom pants aside from my ass (which always has a tendency to stick out) at the ankles five inches above my feet was tight almost like scrunched up socs. It'd go great with pumps but hospital socs will have to do. I walk out the bathroom and are met with a set of familiar eyes.