Disastrous

One

The tall cup of black coffee Arabella brought me tasted utterly awful, the bitter liquid leaving a fowl aftertaste on my tongue. But I willingly drank most of it down, my eyes drowsily forcing themselves to stay open and not pass out at work. I was exhausted, and extremely hungover. My body craved to crawl back beneath the sheets of my bed and hibernate for a day, or two. I couldn't remember the last time I drank so much, but I internally made a promise to myself now that I would never drink like that again.

Arabella comes around the corner then, carrying a huge tray filled with various dishes; her pink apron stained in what appeared to be milk.

"Donald threw another fit." She grumbled, rolling her sea blue eyes and blowing her breath upwards to move her blond bangs out of her face.

"It's okay, I'll handle it." I set my coffee cup down on the front desk and make my way into the sitting room, where all the old time patients liked to occupy their time. It was my favourite room in this place, because it was so quiet. The patients hardly ever talked out loud with each other, all of them either playing cards or watching the muted television screen in complete silence.

I slowly and cautiously walked towards where Donald was sitting grumpily in the corner, a stuffed dog gripped tightly in his rough wrinkled hands. When he looked up at me his eyes held nothing but terror and I squatted down in front of him, knowing then that he had no intentions of harming me.

"What's wrong Donny?" I ask quietly, resting my hands on the sides of his wheelchair.

"She done try 'n take Rover away from me" He had tears in his dark grey eyes and his bottom lip quivered. I raised a brow in question, asking him if he was talking about Arabella.

He shook his head, pointing an angry finger at another patient seated on the couch on the opposite side of the room. His hand was quickly placed back over top of his stuffed dog, petting the animal tenderly as if it were a real pup.

Dementia was a difficult thing to deal with. It was so painful for me to see a person lose themselves, even though I never knew any other Donald than the one I was looking at now. He had no family remaining that came to see him, so I always made sure to spend a little extra time with him everyday. He was a softy, a kind hearted man that loved dogs. The stuffed one he held now, Rover, must've been knew; I hadn't recalled seeing it before.

"I won't let her take him from you. It's okay Donald." I patted his hand lightly, to which he quickly placed his fingers over my own. My small smile grew and I could feel the headache from my hangover slipping away.

"Promise?" He asked, looking up at me expectantly.

"I promise."

He sighed what seemed to be a breath of relief and then grinned at me his famous grin, one I would never get sick of seeing. Arabella walked back into the room with another cup of milk - this time with a lid on it, and his small container of medication.

He swallowed the pills easily and drank down the milk, before falling into a long conversation with his new beloved animal. When we were sure he was settled we both made our way back out to the main reception desk and took our normal seats.

"What did you get into last night?" My roommate asks me quickly, leaning her elbow against the counter and placing her chin in her palm. I took note of her now clean apron. "What do you mean?" I smirked, fully well knowing exactly what she was talking about. I didn't get home last night until approximately 3 in the morning, and I knew Arabella would take notice to it.

"Cut the shit Shay, you were out all night." She raises her brow, tapping her manicured fingernails against the countertop patiently waiting for my reply.

"I slept with someone." I blurt quickly, unable to keep the grin off my face.

Her mouth opens to say something before it quickly snaps shut. It was clear she was completely shocked and now speechless. I wasn't one to go around and have sex with anyone who asked, but last night, something just felt different. I felt alive for one of the first times in a long time. If it makes you feel alive, it couldn't be so bad.

"You're insane" She whispers, leaning in closer to me and letting her eyes search for any of our coworkers that could be eavesdropping. "Was he any good though?"

I laughed loudly at her prying question, rubbing at my temples again. Arabella was always one for lots of gossip.

"He was actually fantastic. Best sex I've had, of what I can remember at least.."

Her back slouches in a disappointing way. "So if you don't remember, I don't get details then?" She pouts her lip and I swat her on the arm, giving her a playful scowl as I reach for my now probably cold coffee.

"So I take it you won't be seeing him again?"

I sigh, taking a slow sip and staring off into space. "Highly unlikely. New York is a big place Arabella."

"So, look him up in the phone book then." She nudges me with her arm, smiling brightly at her own idea; as if she just solved global warming or something. I laughed again, setting my drink down and glancing to my best friend beside me.

"Impossible. I don't even know his name."

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Wow I'm so excited for this I couldn't wait to post the first chapter. Eeeep!

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