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I cry harder. I tell you that I went back with Don after taking you to the hospital and cleaned up. "I saw your hand prints on the counter. Blood was everywhere, and I had visions of what he was doing to you that seemed like hell." I squeeze you tight. "I couldn't handle it and I couldn't handle that I failed you, baby."
 
I cry even harder. "You didn't fail me, sweetheart. . . No, you didn't fail me. . . If you had stayed he probably would've done worse, and hurt us even more. . . Don't think you've failed me. . . No, baby, don't think that. . ." I soothe, rubbing your back with my good hand. "I would not be able to forgive myself if you got hurt on my account, baby. . . You did good, baby. . . What I needed more than anything was for you to be there for me, and you did exactly that, and I'm here for you."
 
I wake up and it is already dark out, and I have no idea what time it is. I find my phone and it's a little after 7 at night. I shake you lightly and kiss your head, noticing you are pretty warm and a bit clammy. "Baby," I say lightly. "Baby, you need to wake up."
 
I was tossing and turning, feeling hot and I felt like I was finally asleep when you shake me awake. "What?" I ask sleepily.
 
"We need to get up," I say. "You have to take meds." I put my hand on your head. "You feel ok? I think you have a fever."
 
"I do feel really warm," I admit, sitting up. "Alright, I'm up. . ." I start to get out of bed, intent on getting some food in me as well.
 
I grab a thing of mac and cheese and begin boiling the water for it, before sitting down in the chair and looking up at you. "Do I have to take them?" I ask. I hate taking medications, I always feel they don't do anything. I know the answer from the look on your face.
 
"You have a shredded hand and a fever," is all I tell you at first. I kiss your head. "If you take them," I say, "I'll give you an orgasm later." I grin.
 
I grin back. "Okay, okay, I'll take them," I say. I get up and start making the noodles. I wanted something softy, chewy, yummy, and most of all, light.
 
"I've taken you off the schedule this week," I tell you. "Sheila is going to fill in and Riley is picking up a shift. "
 
"Well, I want you at least in your soft cast first. If you think you can do it, I can put you back on for Tuesday and you'll only miss two days.
 
I nod. "Alright," I say. I manage to strain my own noodles and stir in the cheese without too much trouble. I get a big bowl and pile it in before sitting back down and eating hungrily.
 
"Babe," I say, walking to you and setting your pills down. "Meds!" I kiss your head before going to the fridge and pulling out a beer.
 
"Good girl," I say, smiling. "You know, you could hang out at the bar and not work tomorrow if you want. You'd be out of the house."
 
I smile. "I'd like that," I say happily, still eating my mac and cheese, getting up to get a second bowl.
 
"I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday morning, unless you count a bite of apple pie," I say, sitting back down with my second bowl and started eating that. "Of course I'm hungry!!"
 
" I was going to order you something from Ravellini's." I smile. "Maybe we can go there for dinner after work tomorrow." I wink at you as I make jokes, "You'll need a cute outfit to go with your club hand."
 
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