Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
We were laughing when Ande finally made her way back into the curtained room.
She looked a little white.
“You ready to get that knee taken care of, my dear?” a white-haired man wearing scrubs and a motorcycle jacket asked.
Dr. Mannsfield.
“Yes, I am, Dr. Man,” Garnett said.
“And you’ll have someone here waiting for you? Also to take you home?” Dr. Mannsfield looked at me in particular.
“I’m here,” I promised.
Even though I was missing four meetings, as well as practice at the circus.
To say that I was busy would be an understatement, but I wouldn’t be leaving Ande alone.
Not after witnessing her nerves firsthand.
“All righty, then,” he said. “Well, let me sign the leg that we’re fixing. When that’s done, I’ll get the anesthesiologist in here to get that nerve block in.”
Everything happened fast after that.
Nurses and doctors were in and out, getting Garnett up and ready to go.
Meanwhile, Ande was huddled so far under my shoulder that she was practically trying to disappear into my body.
Everyone left, and soon we were alone again, waiting for a transport.
“I have to pee,” Garnett said.
Then her legs were swinging over the bed.
“Oh, God! Mom!” Ande cried, shielding my eyes. “What the hell?”
“What?” Garnett cried.
It was too late, though.
I’d already seen.
And I would have to remember for the rest of my life not to think about seeing what I’d seen.
Not saying that it was a bad thing to look at, but I couldn’t particularly say that seeing my girl’s mom’s vagina was something that I’d ever wanted to see.
I quickly looked down and buried my face into Ande’s hair, my shoulders shaking as I tried to suppress my laughter.
My God.
“You totally cooch shotted us!” she cried out.
“I did not, and you know it,” she snapped as she caught up her IV bag and started to walk out.
Which is when I saw her ass.
“Mom!” Ande cried out. “You can’t just walk, you have a nerve block!”
Then she was up and running, gathering up Garnett’s hospital gown seconds later.
I pinched the bridge of my nose as they both disappeared.
This was going to be awesome when she came down from anesthesia. I just knew it.
• • •
Two hours later, we were in the waiting room, and Ande was practically dying beside me.
“I hate hospitals,” she grumbled.
“You’re in them all the time as a flight nurse,” I pointed out.
“No,” she was already shaking her head. “We don’t ever go inside. Everyone always meets us at the helipad. Sometimes others go in and grab food or what not, but I always stay behind.”
“You want to tell me why you hate hospitals so much?” I asked.
She shrugged, then proceeded to tell me all about everything that had happened when she was younger.
“I loved watching the nurses and doctors work,” she explained. “That’s why I became a nurse. Because I loved everything about helping people.”
“That’s why you don’t work in a hospital,” I said. “You’re a flight nurse because you can still practice what you love, but you don’t have to be in a hospital while doing it.”
“Affirmative,” she confirmed.
Still, her leg bounced. “I’m going to go to the bathroom.”
Her loud announcement had everyone staring at her as she popped up and hauled ass to the other side of the room where the bathroom was located in the back corner.
I waited for her to come out so long that I started to get worried.
Getting up, I left her mother’s clothes and our bag on the chair where we’d been sitting and headed for the bathroom.
When I pushed inside, I noticed that it was a single bathroom, but with a stall and a sink.
I flipped the lock, then leaned my back against the wall and waited for her to emerge.
She was sitting on the toilet, and no sounds were coming from her.
“Are you going to come out of there? Or are you just going to sit there all day?” I asked.
She stood up and walked to the door, flipping open the lock.
The door swung wide, and I saw the worry etched all over her face.
“Come on,” I urged as I held my arms open. “Come here.”
She all but launched herself at me, her arms going around my neck, and her legs going around my waist.
I twisted so that my butt was leaning against the counter and held her.
Her hand started to idly play with the hair at the back of my nape. “I like your hair.”
“I’m glad.”
“Do you ever think about cutting it?” she asked.
“Not really,” I admitted. “Cutting it means having to carve out time to get it cut, and that’s just something I hate doing.”
She snickered, pulling back so that she was staring into my eyes. “I’m scared.”
The way she said it made my heart hurt.
“I know.”
“I think that my sister’s death has some mysteries associated with it. I also think I’m missing something. Plus, now Mom is in the hospital, and I hate hospitals. And I need a distraction or something because I’m about to lose my mind.”