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sign... email... something girl...
I’m losing my shit over here.”
    Message four
received at 12:01pm today “Alexandra Reed, my name is Dr
Richard King. I am a doctor from the Alfred Hospital. I have your
preliminary blood screening results. Obviously due to privacy
restrictions, I can’t give these to you over the phone but if you
can come in and see me today, we can discuss them further. Just
waiting on your HIV results which will take a couple of days but we
have everything else. Hope to see you soon, please don’t concern
yourself... this is just standard procedure. Thank you and have a
good day.
    Message five
received at 12:26pm today “Hi Lexi, its James. I hope you don’t
mind but I saved your number to my phone... They brought Mike out
of the coma, he doesn’t remember anything. He’d really like to meet
you and thank you himself. I’ll leave you clearance at the hospital
front desk if you’d like to come by. Ask to see patient Doug Smith.
Ummmm... Yeah... hope to see you later.”
    I stared at my
phone in disbelief. James Bowden had saved my number to his phone
and left me a voice message. Could this day get any stranger? I
kicked off my matted and damp covers (I was definitely going to
have to change my sheets tonight) and walked out of my room. I saw
my pile of bloody discarded clothes near the front door and threw
them quickly into the trash bag. No wonder Matt had been worried
when he arrived home. There was no amount of stain remover that was
getting that out!
    After another
quick shower I sat on the edge of my bed and contemplated what to
wear. What does one wear to meet the person whom one has
resuscitated? I settled on my favourite Sass and Bide Jeans, ankle
boots and my favourite long sleeve, red fitted V neck top. I dried
my hair quickly with the hair dryer and swept up the front strands
so they were off my face. A little bit of makeup and I was ready to
go.
    The whole drive
over there I felt a twinge in my stomach. I wasn’t sure if it was
from the fact I hadn’t eaten or I was nervous about what was going
to happen. A mess of thoughts raced through my brain: What am I
going to say to this guy? Will James be there? I suppose I should
get the blood test results while I’m there, not that I’m worried
about that. I hope I don’t get my photo taken.
    I finally
arrived and turned into the car park. I switched off the ignition
and sat for a minute in my car. I pulled down my visor and studied
my reflection in the vanity panel carefully. C’mon Lexi... time to
go! I stepped out of the car and walked to the main part of the
hospital. At the door I was asked by security what the purpose of
my visit was and I handed over my ID and told them I was visiting
patient “Doug Smith”. After consulting his all important clipboard,
I was waved through. I made my way to ICU before being confronted
by yet another security guard. The nurses eyed me suspiciously, as
I once again handed over my ID, relaying my reason for being there.
They were not leaving anything to chance. I wondered if the
hospital was footing the bill for this added security or if this
was provided by James? I guessed the latter. Guard number 51
radioed something and I was instructed to wait.
    “Lexi, I’m so
glad you made it.” James walked out; he’d obviously showered and
changed and smelt amazing. He reached out and gave me a warm
hug.
    “Hey, how’s the
patient doing?” I asked.
    “He’s doing
great. They are moving him out of ICU this afternoon. I’m hoping
that we can move him back to our hotel with some private nursing
staff but only once I get the all clear from his Doc. How are you
doing? You look like you got that shower you were desperate for
this morning.” He gave me his megawatt smile.
    “Yeah... I took
two actually. How are you doing? Get any sleep?” I smiled back.
    “Yeah, the
nurses have been very accommodating” he boasted. HA! I’m sure they
had been. “Well he doesn’t remember the accident but