**Jon's POV**
I lay my head back against the pillow, as the nurse sticks me for the fourth time today with a needle. Since my surgery, I've been in and out of the hospital.
This time was different though...
I'm stuck here for a while. For the first time in my life, I'm scared. I was diagnosed last week with MRSA and I've been stuck in the hospital since then. An iv in one arm giving me my antibiotics every hour on the hour, just so I survive. From the other arm, they keep drawing blood every three days to make sure the antibiotics are working.
And to make matters worst, my wife isn't answering my calls...
While the nurse draws my blood, I attempt to call my wife again. As I place my phone against my ear, no ringing. It goes straight to voicemail again.
This was all I got for the last week, since she left for work...
Even when she's not working, she doesn't visit me. It appears that she doesn't have time for me...
The nurse removes the tourniquet and places gauze against the inside of my arm, then pulls the needle out.
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**Renee's POV**
Since I turned my phone off, it's been quiet. He was suffocating me by constantly calling me. Work has kept me busy.
By busy, I'm talking about sharing a room with my husband's friend...
Colby wraps his arm around my naked body and pulls me close to his naked self. His hand runs up over my torso before his finger tips run over my exposed nipple.
"Don't you think that he deserves to know about us?", he says, as my nipple hardens under his finger tip.
"Not yet. He's too fragile at the moment," I say, as he squeezes my hard nipple between his thumb and pointer fingers.
"Are you even going to divorce him?"
"When he's healthier."
"So, I have to hide my love for you?"
I push his hand away from my breast and get up. I walk across the room and enter the bathroom.
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**Jon's POV**
My phone dings and I lift it off the bedside table. As I look at the screen, it shows three texts from Renee. I plan on making her wait like she made me, so I place the phone back on the table. I roll over and fall back to sleep, as I feel a burning sensation in my arm letting me know antibiotics was entering my system.
