When I woke up, Nate was packing things up. I looked around and I noticed that he had packed all my stuff and his stuff, and even got an outfit ready for me to change into before we left! I sat up and Nate came over to me, giving me a huge hug.
“What’s that for?”
“I’m just really excited!”
“Me too, this is going to be great. Neither of us have left this hospital, and I couldn’t thank you enough for staying here with me. You didn’t have to do this, but you did, and that was so sweet of you.”
“Well if I didn’t stay here with you, who was going to? I was happy to. It was actually fun being here with you.” He smiled and then got up, “I’m going to get Doctor Parker so he can check your vitals and we can get out of here!” He left with a hop in his step, and it was quite adorable.
He came back with Doctor Parker following him.
“Good Morning Stephanie! You are looking so much better today. Are you excited to be leaving?”
“So excited!”
“Alright, well let’s get this done so you can be on your way!” He sat in the rolly chair and rolled over to me. He checked everything, including my weight, (sigh) and reported to me that I had lost a few pounds and had now weighed 118 pounds, which meant I had lost 7 pounds.
“It’s most likely from your lack of eating from nausea, you will be able to gain it back though. That’s all we need from you Stephanie, and I’m happy to say that you are just a signature away from freedom!” He handed me a form, I skimmed it, it just said a bunch of medical bullshit, agreeing that I was stable and all that good stuff. I signed it as fast as I could and handed it back to Doctor Parker.
“Alright, you are free to go,” he opened his arms, “Bring it in!” I leaned in and gave him a hug.”
“Thank you again Doctor Parker! I’m sure I’ll see you now and then when I come in for PT! Have a good day!” Doctor Parker stood up, patted my shoulder, and left the room. I stood up slowly and headed to the bathroom to change. Nate had picked out a sundress for me with flip flops, but I took out one of my hair ribbons from my makeup bag, and tied it around my half up half down ponytail. I took out my makeup and covered up my face, covering my black eye, and the cuts on my face. I blinked a few times, and looked hard at myself. I looked way better now with cover up on. I wasn’t done yet, I put a thin line of liquid eyeliner across my top lid, and then topped it off with some mascara, and that was it. I haven’t looked this girly in a while, but hey, why the hell not try it for a day. I walked out of the bathroom with my bag hanging from my shoulder. Nate looked at me and looked away, then paused, and looked at me again.
“Holy shit.”
“What!? Am I bleeding?!”
“No, no, you’re not bleeding. You’re beautiful.” I blushed, and I suddenly felt dizzy, but I held myself together.
“Oh Nate, thank you!” He walked up to me and held out a hand. I took his hand.
“Where are our bags?”
“I put them in the trunk while you were getting dressed.”
“Oh! Good thinking! Let’s blow this popsicle stand!” Nate looked at me and started laughing hysterically, “Am I really that funny?”
“Yes, yes you are Steph, the things you say are just adorable and hilarious!” He kept laughing, but started walking again, so I followed. He opened the car door for me, and smiled, then walked over to the drivers side. He started the car and then reached over for my hand… He remembered! This is what I told him I wanted, and he totally remembered.
“Where do you live?”
“Well you have to go down this road a little more, then take a right, and then there is a little bar on the left and that’s where there is a really sharp left. Go a few more miles and then go down the hill on the right and-”
“Hey, it would be easier if you just put the address into my GPS,” he chuckled.
“Yeah, you’re right. I suppose it would,” I said sarcastically. I punched in my address and we were off.
About an hour later we arrived at my apartment building. I told him where to park, and then we headed to my apartment.
“Alright, this is it! You ready to see?”
“Ready as I’ll ever be,” I opened the door and walked in, him following me, “This is so cozy! I love it!”
“Oh thanks! Yeah it’s not bad. It has a bed, couch, tv, radio, kitchen, all the essentials, that’s all I need.” He walked into my living room and sat on the couch looking around. My walls were red, and I had paintings all over my wall. My brother is an artist so he lets me have all the paintings he thinks aren’t good, even though they are amazing to me, (and everyone else). I have a lot of cool looking plants too. There’s a couch on both walls, they’re not the best quality, but they aren’t bad. I bought them at the salvation army for 30 bucks each, no bed bugs or anything, so it was a good deal.
“So what do you want to do?” He smiled that smile at me that I had loved since the first concert I ever went to, and now I’m looking at that smile right in front of me instead of above me on a stage out of reach. Now if I wanted to I could kiss that smile… so that’s what I went for. I walked towards him with as much confidence as I could. His eyes were locked on mine as I pretty much lunged at him. I was straddling him now, holding his face in my hands, and staring into his eyes. What was I waiting for? He ran his fingers up my back, across my shoulders, and then cupped my head in his hands. I moved my hands down his neck and onto his chest. He pulled me into him and our lips crashed. I closed my eyes and felt his warmth take over me. I kept kissing him until I needed to gasp for air. He looked at me with a half smile and gleaming eyes, “So this is what we’re doing, hm?” I winked at him and stood up.
“My bed is more comfortable than these sofas,” I grabbed his shirt and pulled him up. I gripped his shirt tighter as I walked backwards towards my bedroom, both of our eyes locked on each other, never breaking the stare, and somehow making our way to my bed without looking. He lifted me up, but he did it carefully making sure he didn’t hurt my stomach. He layed me down across my bed and climbed on top of me. He looked at me for a moment, starting to sweat slightly. I smiled at him and ran my fingers through his hair and running my hands down his neck, down his back and to the end of his shirt. I started to slide his shirt off of him, he sat up and did the rest, pulling it over his head and dropping it on the floor. It messed up his hair, so he ran his fingers through it. He let his fingers creep under the bottom of my shirt and trail around my stomach and back down, like he wanted to take my shirt off, but wasn’t sure if I wanted him to. I gave him a huge smile reassuring him that I wanted him to continue. He slid his hands under my shirt and brushed his hands up my body taking off my shirt. All of a sudden I became insecure about the huge gashes on my stomach, but it didn’t phase him at all. He looked me up and down, eyes sparkling. He got close to my stomach and kissed around my wound, then returned to smash into my lips. We made out a little while longer before all our clothes were on the floor. He looked at me and waited for validation that he could start having sex with me, and ran my fingers through my head and kissed him so he knew, and that was that, you can imagine what happened next.
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I woke up to sun in my face, but it was pleasant for once. Of course I have had sex before, but it’s never felt special like this. The sun felt good on my skin, warming me. I looked up at Nate, his hair was ruffled, and his mouth was slightly open, he was barely snoring but I could hear a small snore. I examined his face, I loved his lips, I always have, but now that I have kissed them they are 100 times more desirable. I loved his eyes, and I couldn’t wait for him to wake up so I could look at them. I sat up keeping the white sheets wrapped around me since I was completely nude. I felt fingers up my spine and it sent shivers throughout my body. He flattened his hands on my back and slid them around to my stomach and pulled me into a hug from behind. We were both sitting up, and he rested his chin on my shoulder, then kissed my cheek. I turned around and rolled onto him. I gave him a flirty smirk, and he returned one. I reached over to my drawer and grabbed another condom and we made love all over again.
