"Patients, Please."

Last Weekend of Freedom

Saturday morning alone in the house, I couldn't ask for anything better, but I don't want to be here alone. I gather all my things and leave the house in a rush.

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I've walked around this store for an hour now at least, I look back up from my phone to the cart I'm pushing. There are all kinds of organizational things for my desk. I walk over to the furniture section dragging a box onto my cart, since Mark and I talked last night it's all I've been thinking about. Now walking to the checkout I wonder how I'm going to fit this box in my car.

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The hospital was on the way to the office, luckily there's only one in this town. I pull up, go inside and ask about finding Mrs. Wilson's room. They gave me the room number and before I walked up there I went to the gift shop and picked up a vase of very pretty flowers. Not long after, standing outside her room. I lightly knock and open the door to see a man sleeping in the chair next to the bed. I put the vase down on the side table. "Oh (Y/N)," she says grabbing my arm. I look over to see her smiling at me. You can clearly tell that the stroke affected the right half because her smile was drooping. "I'm so glad you are here." She pulls me into the bed and squeezes me into a hug.

I feel like crying seeing my friend lying here, "Of course I would visit." She lets go and I stand straight up. "How are you feeling?"

"Surprisingly good!" she says moving her blanket. "Those flowers are beautiful."

I smiled looking at them, "Yeah, I remember you telling me these are your favorites."

I look back over and see the man in the chair moving around. "I didn't mean to wake you guys, I just wanted to say that I'm thinking about you and that I miss you."

Her hair's standing up crazily. I reach up and kind of fix it. "You are wonderful."

"I'm going to get going, I'll leave you my number so someone can give me update." I write down my number on a little card that they gave me in the gift shop and put it next to the flowers. I wave to her and walk out of the room.

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I pull up to the office building, grabbing the supplies that I bought and bringing them upstairs. The lights are already on and I hear things squeaking across the floor. I walk around the wall separating the elevators and the office to see Mark obviously trying to re-arrange his office. He's standing at the door frame with his hands across his chest, I think one hand is reaching up to his mouth, pinching his bottom lip. I take a minute to look at the already sweaty man, wearing basketball like shorts and a green tank top. His hair's kind of a mess already, how is he already sweating this much? I look around, this must be his first project for the day. I put my things down at my desk and walk over to his door, "What are you trying to do?" He jumps and puts his hand over his heart.

"You scared me," he said out of breath.

I started laughing, "I'm sorry."

He looks me up and down as I start walking away from his office, "What are you doing here?"

Walking over to my desk, "Well since Monday is the first day of classes, I'm not going to have any other time to decorate my desk." I lean up against my desk, "I have the shelf in my car."

"I can bring it up," he says. I look him up and down as he leans against the door frame. His shoulders are glistening with sweat. "So whenever you are ready to have it brought up, just tell me."

I nod my head, "You look like you're struggling a bit in there." Pointing to the office behind him, "Do you want some help?" He stands up straight and turns back, "Show me what you are thinking."