Mrs. Mary opens the door, revealing a middle-aged man sitting behind a desk in the middle of the room, sorting papers. As soon as he sees us, he gets up from his chair and rushes over to me.
"What happened?! Wait, nevermind." he says as he pulls open a drawer from a cabinet in the corner of the room. "Have a seat," he motions blindly behind him toward the chair he was sitting in earlier. I roll it in front of the desk and sit. He finally pulls from the desk a suture and some surgical thread, along with a few cotton balls and a bottle of antiseptic. "Nathan, come here and prep her while I thread the suture," he calls. Nathan walks over and soaks one of the cotton balls with the yellow antiseptic before dabbing it gently on my face.
"It's not bleeding as much as it was a minute ago, dad." Nathan looks down at me and smiles. I send him one back. "The patient is prepped and ready for surgery." he says in a comical voice. I panic a little.
"Will it hurt?" I ask Nathan.
"No," he reassures me. "It might sting a little, but it'll go away fast. Trust me, I've probably gotten about a hundred stitches from my dad over the years. It takes like a minute when he does it."
"Okay, I trust you." I say. He sends me another smile as his dad takes his place in front of me. I close my eyes as the suture slides into my skin and out again, threading the cut closed. Nathan was telling the truth; in a minute I was done and sitting on the front porch with him after introducing myself to his dad. Mr. Nadeau, as I found out Nathan's last name was, was very friendly to me and even gave me a sucker when he was done. (childish, I know, but I just love candy! Who doesn't?)
"I can't believe he gave you a dum-dum meant for five-year-olds," says Nathan, swinging his feet on the front porch steps.
"Don't be a hater, Natty!" I sang. He looks at me with a curious look on his face.
"What?" I ask.
He quirks an eyebrow. "Natty?"
"Yea, it seemed cool at the moment, no?"
"No."
"Oh come on, you'll warm up to it!"
"No." He scowls.
I sigh. Time to bring out my secret weapon. "Fine, what about........ Nathaniel!"
He covers his ears. "No way, Theresa!"
"Oh snap, I know you didn't go there, Nathaniel!"
"So what if I did, Theresa!"
"Dinnertime!" I hear Nathan's mom shout from the kitchen.
"We'll finish this later," I threaten, pointing my finger at him.
"Looking forward to it," he winks.
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Electric Love
Novela JuvenilReese lives in a world where electricity is everything, and your charge defines you. But when she meets Nathan, a boy who is her opposite, she starts to question why. In Electric, Reese must fight against nature in a battle where, if you lose, you m...
