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But now isn’t the tiet into all of that

My girl needs to rest and heal

Once I grab another fresh cup of coffee fro machine, I head back up to the fifth floor, where Maybe has been adical unit that Dr Shepard assured ood care of her

I step inside her roo position and her brown eyes open but foggy She watches lazily as her nurse takes her vitals

“How are you feeling?” I ask and close the distance between the doorway and her bed

She aze to mine and just kind of looks at me with a half-dazed expression I can’t quite decipher

Worry starts to set up shop in my stomach, and I look to the nurse

The gray-haired woman is quick to offer a soft smile “She’s still a little out of it fro just fine Her vitals are stable, and the four tiny incisions in her abdoood”

I let out a breath “Okay, good”

But Maybe just keeps looking at me, and I tilt h her now-tangled locks

“You should try to get some rest,” I say softly, but she shakes her head

“No sirree, Bob That is not what I need” Her voice is a little slurred and sluggish, but rin

“You don’t want to sleep?”

“Nope” She slowly shakes her head again “I want to give you a piece of my mind”

“Is that right?”

“You betcha”

“All right,” I respond, and even the nurse hears the arin flashed in my direction is proof “Let me hear it, kid”

“Welp…” She reaches out to scrub a lazy hand down her face “I don’t like how things went that night in my bed I don’t like it one bit”

“That makes two of us”

She ignores ot that job that I wanted and I couldn’t even call you I definitely didn’t like that”

I smile “Ditto, kid”

“And I prettyI mean, she’s beautiful…” She pauses and tries to find her words “She’s sofa-cation…? A vacation…? An education…? Meh You knohat I’ht, she looks like the kind of lady he should be with She’s probably deflowered and kno to send out sext es… She probably wears Tuesday underwear on Tuesdays…