Orange is the New Way

Chapter 8- Samantha the Sam

Seth Wethersfield

I had nicknamed her Sam. Sam. So original!

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Everything had hurtled, plummeted as soon as her illuminate beaming smile, left the premises of the bedroom. The miniature, but yet persisting life that had gurgled somewhere inside of me, resisting the dull depression I had been in, had now ceased existence. I was once again stiff with fear of my diagnose, and maddened of what I had done to my own self.

Samantha had sadly, been dressed in normal attire of a nurse today. Nevertheless- this hadn't meant that she didn't bring color into the room. She was as if fully consisted of the color spectrum, hazing me with a life prospective. The orange dress, I had discovered was only the far beginning. There was so much more to Samantha. Much more to be found, embedded into thought.

Yet it still wasn't a feeling of love or your basic middle school crush. Friendship? Not quite.

Nevertheless, I felt utterly relieved. The fact that Sam might've been interested in myself... Lightened my mind to no end. Brightened the darkness. Excluded any factor of being insecure of myself.

I would pronounce this feeling as curiosity for now. I had never met someone like her, never seen a lady be so careless in her appearance yet able to pull it off. And she was hilarious... For her to think I had a girlfriend-

- SLAM!

The door had boomeranged shut as soon as it was opened, with that revealing Brianna.

That snitch at the front desk, that stinky, little snitch...

Yet something was wrong. Not only had she anxiously paced the room avoiding my very existence, but her expression signified a cry for desperate help.

"Is everything ok? You look sort of... Weird?"

"Thanks. Your backstabbing concern is very helpful"

"Oh god, no-I.. Didn't mean it like that, I was just making sure everything was all right"

"Why would you want to know anyway?"

If she was going to play the game of question for question, I was quite welcome to participate,as far as I understood,"Well then... what are you doing here? Your not the usual nurse I have"

"Just came in here for a small breather. Don't want everyone knowing"

"Would you stop with all the mysteries? Knowing what?"

"I'll stop when you stop with the curiosity", she obtained a glare so daring, it felt as if her eyes burned my skin,"just something I'm dealing with right now"

" I guess you don't want to talk about it. Well then.. I'll let you do what you need to do"

Brianna seemed quite satisfied with the fact that I had quit interrogating her. For a minute...

Her cheeks inflamed,panic flushing her face. She ran to the only trash can in the room, as if it was her savior.

Immense amounts of excruciating noises vibrated the room.

"Woah, are you okay?! Do you want me to go get someone?? I can go--"

Hurtles after hurtles, she managed to blurt out for me to stay where I was. She was "fine". If you could call those body fluids "fine" then by the standard, no one would ever get sick.

Nevertheless, I couldn't just watch the suffering, even if of a mutual enemy. There was nothing to do though, nor say. I was mortified, yet bolted, paralyzed in place.

She finally repositioned herself, her posture unbending, the atrocious noises subsiding.

"Explanation? I think I deserve one"

"You don't deserve anything for me. We're practically strangers"

"Do I have to force every word out of you? Come on! If you're sick you should really head home. No patient wants to get even more sick from the nurse"

"I'm not sick. Just food poisoning..."

Yet her eyes at second glance had a feverish glaze, her expression dismissive of the chosen topic of conversation.

Confrontation beamed in my gut, but something stopped me. I don't care about her. I shouldn't at least. So, instead I silently let her leave, a smug expression of surprise imprinted upon her facial features, due to the way I had reacted. She was waiting for a retort, a battle to conquer. In those ways she reminded me of something, someone. It dimly pressed at the back of my mind, with every thought upon the subject, ensuring me that there was a memory going along with Brianna...

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The day trudged on uneventfully, every hour working as if venom upon myself; slowly poisoning my eternal state, my mind dulling with every second. It made me wonder what long term patients actually did here, what filled the spaces in between procedures, discussions concerning health, visits from close family members. The gaps were of immense size, representing within themselves the lack of freedom each patient dealt with. Even worse- you weren't forced into the situation by another human being, it was you who had chained yourself to the hospital bed.

Until that moment I hadn't realized, I myself might soon be labeled as a long term patient.

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The next time Samantha visited, she had ended her last shift, full of time amid the fact that it was almost midnight. We talked a bit of her illusional patients, about how bored I was here, of how long it took to obtain results of a PET scan, and then it had dawned on me...

"Did you see Brianna today?", the serious notes in my tone caught Sam off guard.

"Not really, no- why?"

"She came in my room today..-"

"Really? For what?"

"That's the thing. She kind of, well she...vomited in the trash can", predicting Samantha's reaction I quickly added, "She cleaned it all, but she didn't seem healthy"

"She wasn't in the cafeteria for the lunch break either..." , in suspicion Sam as if noted this for her own interests.

"Just- when you see her, ask how she's feeling. She might not be my favorite person on earth, but I don't wish her pain"

"Oh really? Why don't you like her so much, huh? Mr.Picky"

"Don't get all defensive, I'm just saying that she wasn't very supportive of the fact I needed help when I first came here."

"Don't tell me your that person who keeps a grudge for eternity"

"I'm not. Speaking of which you know who can hold a grudge, the waiters at Wendy's, the one near...."

The conversation continued, as if a river gushing down the banks. It lead to random topics, which I had never discussed before, those which could make you laugh until you couldn't breath or those which lead to thoughts ridiculing you to silence. Sam, casually sat across from me, as if instilled in the moment, not a care in the world that it was almost 3 AM. And when the sun arose from the debris of night she had curled up on the uncomfortable sofa beside my bed, leaving only when her obligations forced her to.

A/N:

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