Me & Her [gxg] | NOT EDITED

Eleven

"Once we have you set and observed over night your surgery will be tomorrow morning at 9:00am," the doctor says.

It's been about an hour or so. Cameron has gotten cleaned up and an x-ray done. He has to get surgery due to the fact that he broke some bone in his hand and that there is glass in his hand too. He's not to psyched about staying over though. I wouldn't be either. But sometimes we don't get what we like. So he'll have to deal with it.

"If you can just sign these papers, bring them to the front desk and Cameron if you could follow me that'd be great," the doctor says.

He hands me some paperwork and opens the door. Cameron walks out and so do I. The doctor does too, closing it behind him.

"Cameron. Don't worry. I'll be back before you know it and it'll be over quick," I tell him and hug him lightly.

"Yeah. I know. It's nothing really," he says.

"I'll see you soon," I say and walk down the hall to the front desk.

Cameron may act brave about surgery, but truth be told he's probably terrified about it.

"Hey. Shauna over here," I hear Kacey call.

I quickly grab a pen from the front desk to fill out the paperwork for Cameron and walk over to her. I can't believe she's still here. She's sitting down and I sit next to her.

"So, how is he?" She asks indicating the paperwork I'm holding.

"He's holding up good, but he has to get surgery tomorrow," I sigh.

"That sucks," she says.

"What about..." I start.

Shit. I don't know her cousins' name. Oh shit. Oh shit.

"His name's Nelson. Nelson C. Miller," she states.

"Oh," I say, "How old is he?"

"17," she shrugs.

"Wow. Same age as Cameron," I say.

"Yus'm," she says and sighs.

"It doesn't seem like he holds up with these things well, you said that he threw up the other night over this," I say.

"Yeah," she says.

"And that doesn't tell you something?" I say.

"No. Not really. He gets freaked out and upset about a lot of things. He's a wimp and a pain in the ass," she says.

"Wow. Such a caring cousin," I say sarcastically.

She laughs at this. I do too. She gets up.

"Did I say something?" I ask getting up.

"No. I see Nelson," she says.

"Oh," I say.

I look at the paperwork that I'm supposed to be filling out. I have no idea what it is. It seems to be the risks and stuff. But it just asks for a signature. I sign it. Next thing I know Kacey is wheeling Nelson over. He looks bad. I guess he probably had it rough to begin with, this just made it worse.

He's got dark brown almost black shortish hair with bangs. He's also got these stunning emerald green eyes. He's wearing a grey short sleeve tee that says "Live Free Or Die, New Hampshire," some black basketball shorts, black and white nike elites, a black sports watch, and some grey nike running shoes with a yellow green swoosh. There is also black ink on his left wrist. A tattoo?

"Nelson, this is my good friend Shauna," Kacey says.

"Hey," he says tired and holds out his left hand.

"Hi," I say, shaking it.

I get a glimpse of the ink. It's a tattoo that says, "Stay Strong."

"Hey, Kace, not to be rude or anything but um can we get going. I've been here since 10:00 and I would like to go considering it's almost 3:00," Nelson says.

"Yeah. Sure Nel," Kacey says and mouthes, "Sorry," as she turns his chair to the doors.

I quickly drop the paperwork at the desk and follow them outside.