How We Met

An Angel

"Can you hear me?" clap clap clap   "Do you know your name?" My eyes aren't opening. The crust around them are so hard I fear that if I open my eyes quickly the crust will fall in and cut my eyes like jagged peddles. The scent of a very familiar perfume catches my attention. Dolce & Gabbana Light Blue. The scent is heavenly and puts me at ease. "Open your eyes." A woman says. My jaw strains to open and say that I can't. I feel a cold wet napkin touch my warm skin. Gliding over my eyes and softening the crust around them. Slowly my eyes open. The bright white light is blinding and almost painful to look at. All I see is whiteness around me. My heart beat quickens. Beads of sweat form on my forehead and I say "Ohhhh fuck am I dead?" The woman giggles and tells me no. My vision is blurry an unfocused. I can only see dark brown skin, and can't make out her facial features.  The bright lights behind the woman make her appear angelic and radiant. I swiftly blink a few times and squint until the woman standing over me comes into focus. "Del" I whisper. She bends down to my ear and whispers ever so softly "that's my name" and chuckles.  "What are you doing here?" I ask. she takes three steps back and swirls in a circle to show me her uniform. "I work here." Oh gosh, I think to myself. She even looks gorgeous in scrubs. She had on deep red scrubs and black clogs. Her scrubs were form fitting and didn't look much like a uniform to me. As she spun I was focused on her plump ass and the name tag secured above her perky breast. The sight of her had my coochie creaming and hot. My head, arm and leg were in so much pain but the sight of her was novocaine to my broke extremities. 

She tilt my head back in the bed while pointing a light in my left eye and asked "do you remember what happened to you?" I say, "Honestly I don't remember. I was on my way to a vending machine, and then I opened my eyes and I was here." "You took a nasty fall down a flight of stairs. The janitor neglected to put a wet floor sign up after mopping up some spilled coffee from an over worked caffeine withdrawn doctor. At a loss for words I simply say "ohhh okay." I don't really care to hear any further details about why I was in the hospital in the first place or what my other injuries were. I was shocked at seeing Del and could care less about anything, other than what she was doing at my bedside. "How long have you been working here?" I ask.  "I've been a nurse for four years, but I just started working in this hospital last Monday. I was transferred.

Isn't that strange? the one day I fall down a flight of steps and here she is. I didn't even have to look for her. Del pulls up a chair after checking my vitals and we go into this deep conversation. I ask her questions about herself, such as her likes and dislikes and  why she went into nursing. I felt like we could talk about any and everything. The conversation went from the casual formalities to talking about old folk tales, horrific nurse stories and beyond. I was fully engaged in the conversation and so was she. I asked her, her age and zodiac sign and she told me she was 24 and that she was a Capricorn. I thought to myself I hit the jack pot. For anyone who doesn't know Geminis and Capricorns are very compatible so I knew whatever we had going on would be very interesting and maybe.....hopefully long lasting. Even as a friend I would want to get to know her more, but honestly I'm anxious for the last and most important question I've  had since i first laid eyes on her, which is if she's gay and if she's single.

I listen to her for another twenty minutes. She goes on and on about her favorite past times until I finally can't take the suspense anymore. I blurt out the question "Are you a lesbian?" Her eyes widen and she gives me a side eye expression, which seems open to interpretation. The seconds of silence between us feels like hours and I start to regret asking, but not knowing what else to say I sit there and accept her silence as the answer no.