Yes Please || c.g. {complete}

Frustrated

38

.Layla.

The next few days were about as boring as watching golf on tv. I rotated between my bed and the couch, with an adventurous trip to the bathroom thrown in here and there. My professors were allowing me to keep up with their classes electronically until I was able to return, so I was reading and writing quite a bit. Carl would sometimes come lie down next to me and ask me to tell him what I learned that day and ask scientifically nonsensical yet painfully intriguing questions like, "how about we figure out the terminal velocity of my dick thrusting into your vagina?"

Carl. He was an absolute saint for putting up with me. He would remind me when it was time for my antibiotic or my pain pill, and he would make sure I ate first so my stomach wouldn't get upset. He would even have one of his siblings- usually Debbie- come relieve him when we had to go to work. And of course, he gave me thorough sponge baths...

I was sitting on the couch one morning after having been home for almost a week. I was struggling with how to phrase something in an essay on Charlotte Brontë when there was a knock at the door.

Debbie was sitting with me since Carl was working, and she got up to get it. I craned my neck to see who would be visiting.

"Stella!" I called excitedly when she poked her head around the door. "Stella this is Carl's sister, Debbie. Debs, this is my best friend, Stella."

They smiled at each other and exchanged greetings before coming over by me.

Stella reached down to hug me. "Damn, girl, how is this leg doing?"

I shrugged. "It's getting better. You should've seen it when it happened. So gross." I smiled up at Debbie. "I've been in the care of the Gallaghers, so that's who I owe my present wellbeing to."

Debbie smiled and patted my arm. "We like you, kid. We're trying to keep you around."

The three of us laughed. Debbie went to get us some iced tea and we sat around and talked.

"Debbie, fair warning," Stella began with a smirk, "our conversations about your brother are seldom appropriate."

I blushed, nodding in agreement.

Debbie laughed. "My family is really open about all of that...maybe oddly so."

Stella exhaled. "Thank god. If I was going to have to refrain from commenting on what a babe Carl was, I was going to have some serious anxiety."

Debbie rolled her eyes and she and I giggled.

"Though I obviously do not see it, girls have always been into my brother," Debbie smiled and paused before looking at me. "Not girls as awesome as you, though."

Stella awwwwed as I side-hugged Debbie.

"So I have to ask," Stella smirked. "What is the deal with...you know..." she wiggled her eyebrows.

I sighed. "This leg injury is a major cock-block."

"Wow, I'm surprised Carl hasn't figured out a way to still get it in," Debbie half laughed.

Stella's smile was huge. "Oh my god, I love you, Debbie." She turned to me and her smile faded a little. "Seriously...how are you even dealing with this?"

I looked down at my fingers with a smirk.

"What does that mean?" Stella questioned.

I looked back up. "Sponge baths."

Debbie and Stella looked at each other and then at me.

"If you don't elaborate on that extremely suggestive statement, I will kill you," Stella grinned.