Love Survives (BWWM)

Nurse Kyra

*Edited*

Almost two weeks had passed, and I hadn't heard anything from Aaron. Deja wasn't returning any of my calls either. Of course, I could just go to her house and make her talk to me, but I was afraid she wouldn't forgive me.

She had every right to upset, and I felt so guilty for taking out my frustration on her.

The only time I heard anything about Aaron was when Iris came into my store to talk. We'd talk about any and everything. Sometimes I'd give her advice on her boy troubles too.

Anytime she'd mention him—when he was getting on her nerves—my heart would do a triple backflip and wouldn't stick the landing.

I missed him more than I thought I would.

When I felt like crying, I'd go into the back room and silently beat myself up. Aaron obviously wasn't worth it, and he certainly wasn't worth my tears.

Wednesday morning I was feeling particularly sad, so I went into the back room of the store while Kendra covered the front.

I sat there for a good twenty minutes before Kendra came in and started to bother.

"Get your ass up, Kyra."

I glared at her. "Why?"

She folded her arms and lifted a perfectly waxed eyebrow. "Because this is just silly. You didn't sleep with him, and he wasn't your boyfriend, so why can't you forget him?"

All those things were true, and I laid awake at night trying to answer the same questions. We never labeled what we had, so logically it was stupid to be so upset.

"Just leave me alone, please."

"You still have to do your job, Kyra. I'm sorry about you and Aaron, but I'm scared to even leave you to close tonight."

I leaned back in my chair and shrugged. "Whatever."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, can you at least cover the front while I go to the bathroom?"

I sighed heavily and nodded. "Fine."

Not even one minute after I got settled at the front counter, I heard the door open, making the little bell ring.

I'd been playing some game on my phone and didn't even bother looking up.

I heard sniffling and muffled coughing followed by heavy breathing.

"Kyra," a hoarse voice said.

I froze, and my phone fell to the floor. I scrambled to pick it up and went into a state of panic when I saw Aaron standing in front of the counter.

He looked awful. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his beard desperately needed a shave. In a black thermal and jeans, he must've been freezing cold. On top of that, he wasn't even wearing a jacket.

Despite my anger towards him, I still cared about him, and he did not look good.

"Aaron?"

He leaned against the counter for support and sighed. "I need Iris' dress."

"You're sick," I stated.

He shook his head then closed his eyes. "I just need Iris' dress, please."

Without warning, I reached out and touched his face. He was burning up.

Opening his eyes, he jerked back like I'd just burned him. "What are you doing?"

Ignoring his question, I said, "You're burning up, Aaron."

He stood up straight and rolled his eyes. "Thank you, Dr. Kyra, for diagnosing me."