Tristan
I looked at Lisa as she lay in the hospital bed still unconscious. I still couldn't wrap my head around last night. She was hurting and I couldn't even see it. I was too concerned with my own problems. I just wish there was something more I could have done or said. Life gets rough but suicide is never the answer.
"Excuse me sir. Visiting hours are almost over. "The nurse said.
"Oh ... okay." I said before rising to my feet and placing a kiss on Lisa's forehead. I lingered for a moment. I just wish she would have woken up. I wanted to be there when she did. I didn't want her to wake up alone.
"Don't worry. She's stable and we'll take good care of her." The nurse said letting a pretty smile spread across her face.
"I just don't want her to wake up alone. She's not alone. I just want her to know that." I admitted.
"Is she you're girlfriend?" She inquired.
"No. She's my ex." I said flatly. "She's someone I'll always care about though." I admitted rubbing my hand across her head. "Thanks for everything by the way." I said graciously. She had been helpful and empathetic. She kept me informed and wasted no time to inform me when Lisa was finally stable enough to be visited. She had been checking up on me and everything. She even brought me something to eat.
"You're more than welcome." She said sweetly before turning to leave.
"Hey I never got your name." I said walking over to her.
"My name is Alexa." She said turning to face me.
"I'm Tristan." I said extending my hand to shake hers.
"Wilds." She said reciprocating the gesture.
"Yeah." I said unaware that she had recognized me. "Well you've been here longer than I have ... If your shifts about to end do you think I can buy you a drink or something? As a token of my appreciation." I asked hopefully.
"Actually that sounds great. I could use one." She chuckled.
"Well that makes two of us." I said with a signature grin.
"So what made you want to become a nurse?" I quizzed taking another sip from my drink. For the past hour or so since we arrived at Don's we had been engulfed in deep conversation. She was a good listener which was refreshing. She didn't mind my talk of Lisa. She wasn't even moved by what I had told her of Dylan and our complicated situation. I must admit when that liquor got into my system I became a little lose lipped. At times I felt like I was talking too much. And that maybe I shouldn't reveal some much of myself to her. She was after all still somewhat of a stranger. But she made me feel so open.
"Well I'm a very compassionate and caring woman. Always have been. I always wanted to help people. So here I am helping people." She admitted.
"The world sure is lacking a lot of compassion these days." I said more so to myself but aloud.
"This is true. And all so very very sad." She said pushing her brown dreads back.
"That it is." I said holding up my drink before taking another sip.
"I look at my daughter and she's so innocent and pure. She's so naïve and trusting. She just has all this love inside of her. Ya know. And I look at the way the world is these days and I'm so scared for her. I see so much of me in her. She has a kind heart. And I just pray that she doesn't go through the same shit I did. I just hope this world doesn't make her to damn hard." She said never making direct eye contact.
"You have a daughter?" I quizzed a little taken aback. Not that it was an issue.
"Yes. I have a beautiful three year old named Ayana. She's my world." She said proudly.
