Midnight

9. Gravity

Did you sleep well?

I sleep well.

I have a book for you if you like, it's called My Brothers Best Friend.

He screwed his face up to me, fanning my book away as I removed it from my nursing bag.

It's all I have today! Read it! I don't want you out here bored. Either read a book today or go to the recreation center!

I signed with a little more attitude, so he understood I meant business.

I like to watch the traffic. Watch the people. You read the sex book. I don't want to. I know what happens.

I smiled and continued signing with him.

You do not. What happens then?

They have sex. The sequel, they get married. The next, they have kids.

He signed with a straight face. I laughed uncontrollably. He wouldn't admit it, but he likes my racy books. He liked Chained. Whipped and Tied, so much he threw the book at me.

You are hard to please, my friend. Tomorrow Barnes and Noble then?

I am looking forward to it.

I kneeled in front of him with worried eyes.

Hey. I think I found a place you would like.

Get out of here C-A-L-A. Go to work! You do more than enough.

Genesis was done talking when he looked away. Ignoring that I was right in front of him. He won't allow me to get him a place to live. He said I have my own worries to attend to. But every since I stopped some kids from attacking him, he's been my concern. I do worry about him. I looked him over to make sure he was warm. He's never been a beggar. He doesn't ask me for anything. I just do. I don't know what the future holds but hopefully if I'm down on my luck, someone cares enough to force a blanket and a biscuit on me.

I headed into the hospital where I swore I could hear the dings and bells of the fourth floor from the lobby. Mrs. Carlin greeted me with a warm smile as I made my way to the elevators.

I was back on my regular floor. Back to my regular ripping and running. I've maintained being able to look my best... in case I saw you know who, but with this being such a large hospital, I doubt I'll ever see him, not unless he wanted to see me. Which I don't think he wants to anymore.

"I need indwelling caths in 402 and 403 yesterday." Dr. Hoeass ordered at me.

"Certainly, anything else you needed yesterday?" I looked from my cart. Standing with one foot propped and my hands, resting beneath my chin to appear compliant.

"Wound culture on 404!" She said as she continued down the hall in her stupid high heels and lab coat. Like, for what? Did you come here to work or to look cute? Dr. Wilks aka hoeass, has been down my throat all day.

"I hate to be the barrel of bad news sis, but Candice was sent home for having the flu. So, me and you are having to pick up three apiece until someone can come in." Randy approached me with this flat out disrespectful news.

"Ooo NO way! You gotta be freaking kidding me, Randy."

"Girl I wish, I almost hit the clock my damn self when Susan told me this." He rolled his eyes with his arms folded. We both were over working short every day.

"Why the hell can't she get her hag ass on the floor?" I complained.

"You know I asked! I can't get shit done for 412 hitting that damn button every 4 and a half minutes. Susan won't even answer the light. Instead she takes her long neck inside the room and say, "I'll get your nurse," She swore she had soooo much work that she's already behind on."