January 10th
The conversation continued for hours. Recounted below is just one of the many revelations I uncovered about Mr Levi Adams.
He sighed and then said, "Hey Daley, I don't mean to sound desperate but I waited on here for like 3 hours repeating the same phrase over and over hoping that you'd just forgotten and were a few minutes away from remembering."
"Well for starters I didn't know how to work this thing, and I still don't. But how are you talking to me right now?"
"These things have pretty good range and the place I work at isn't that far away from the hospital so I can have you on here constantly talking to me whilst I pass time, waiting for patrons to show up."
"Patrons? What, do you work at a posh little English bakery or something?" I laughed, just thinking of Levi, I mean leather jacket, studded shoes wearing Levi, working in a cute little bakery with a cute little apron on.
"Exactly right. I work at a posh little English bakery. Just your run of the mill charming sales assistant and hot waiter. Not that kind of hot waiter, but you know what I mean."
I knew exactly what he meant, but I continued to pull his leg for what felt like a few minutes but once I got off the walkie-talkie was a good portion of the day. I had skipped lunch and dinner, not a good look, especially when Dr Carter had just lectured me about toning things down. But alas I pursued my walkie-talkie flirting with Levi. I couldn't help it. Although I wasn't the best at actually flirting, he found my jokes funny and best of all he, like me, could appreciate a good pun.
And that, for any guy was a must if they were to date me. Not like there were hundreds of suitors waiting in line to date the duchess of such and such hospital, Tamara Eloise Daley.
I was delusional, but sometimes that's okay.
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January 11th
So I had woken up once again this morning with the anticipation that Levi was going to show up, considering that he ended our long conversation yesterday with a promise that he would definitely come and see me the next day. So here I was once again waiting. But it had been an entire day of waiting and not doing much and he never exactly said when he was going to come but visiting hours end in like 20min and hope is slipping away.
I really don't know what to think anymore. When we talk its perfect, it fits. But then it feels like I'm always waiting, I'm always being teased and pulled along, like a puppy on a leash. My insecurity was creeping in, something that hadn't happened in a while and suddenly I felt the urge to throw up. But just as I made my way to the bathroom, there he was, standing with one arm blocking the doorway.
"Where do you think you're going, Ms Daley?"
No it wasn't Levi, it was Dr Carter. Definitely not the person I wanted to see right now, especially since our first meeting was about to be re-enacted if I didn't manage to swallow back the vomit. Sorry if my need to projectile vomit and then the forceful swallowing back is too graphic of a description, but trust me the situation was far worse live, than in prose.
"I, think I need to throw up. No, I need to throw up. NOW!" I almost pushed him away but he was too strong to budge.
"You may want to try taking your fingers out of your mouth and then decide if you still need to throw up." He said this so smugly it made me want to push him even more, but I resisted the urge because I do not support abuse against healthcare workers.
I hadn't even realised that I had tried to make myself throw up. Somehow my insecurities about Levi had all tied back to the one demon that lurked waiting for a chance in the spotlight. Something I hate talking about, because people just look at you funny and say:
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