waitress with no boyfriend, living with her parents. Yeah, beat that, Doctor Paulson. Oh, shit. Did he see me naked? I’m in a hospital gown!
Doctor Wolf told Charlie that all of her tests had come back normal, but that they’d like to keep her again overnight to monitor for any signs of infection; so she spent the day in bed.
She flipped through the channels and opted for whatever was on HGTV.
You gotta sort some shit out, Charlie. First of all, you need to figure out why you constantly invite emotionally unavailable men into your life. Which, to be honest, could take years to understand. Second, get a real, full-time job already! Quit allowing your weaknesses to determine your abilities. Your potential has constantly been shot down, and it’s your own damn fault. And third, get the hell out of your parents’ house. I’m sure they aren’t exactly thrilled with the thought of their daughter sponging off of them forever.
Her phone beeped from the other side of the room. She was still hooked up to monitors, IVs, and what looked to be a long tube catching her urine. Oh, I’m sure that was attractive for Samuel to see.
Samuel. I feel like I should be really mad at him. But I’m not. I mean, it’s not like I should be offended that he was attracted to me. Hell, with all the shit going on with Jesse, I couldn’t deny that my intentions with Samuel weren’t similar. Not revenge, so to speak, but like Karal said, ‘an important stepping stone.’ I intended on using him in the same way he wanted to use me.
“Hello, hello!” a chipper nurse called out as she knocked on Charlie’s door.
“Come in.” Oh, my voice is back! Sort of.
“Hi, Charlie. My name is Andrea, and I’ll be your nurse until suppertime.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“What do ya say we get these tubes out of you and try to walk around a bit?”
“Sounds good to me. My phone is in my purse—I think it’s on the other side of the room. Could you get it for me?”
Andrea grabbed Charlie’s purse and handed it to her. “There ya go!”
Charlie dug out her phone and started checking the four text messages she had from Samuel, realizing how difficult it was to attempt to maneuver a phone with one hand.
The first one dated the day of the accident.
4:03pm: Hey. Gonna be late. Is seven-thirty okay? xx Sam
The second from that same evening.
7:09pm: I’m on my way. Can’t wait to see you.
“All right, Charlie, this is going to pinch a little,” Andrea said, removing the catheter. “There we go, all done! How’s your pain from one to ten?”
“Aside from feeling like I’ve been in a car accident, I’d say it’s about a three.”
“Gotta stay ahead of that pain! I’ll bring in something for you when we’re done here. You’ll sure need it then.”
Charlie put her phone and purse aside as Andrea helped her into a sitting position, then a standing one. Charlie got a head rush, but the dizziness subsided after a few seconds. She fought the stomach ache that accompanied the faint feeling.
“How is your ankle, dear?”
“It hurts. But not as bad as my arm does.”
“Here, let’s cover you up and head for the hallway,” Andrea said, tying the robe up to cover Charlie’s backside. “Don’t worry, dear. You’ll be feeling better by tonight. I promise. The swelling in your ankle has already gone down a bit.”
Returning to the room after a fifteen minute walk to the lobby and back, Charlie found that her parents had arrived. Charlie got to the bed and Andrea helped her lie down.
“I’ll be right back with the Percocet, Charlie.”
“Hey honey,” Karen said with tears in her eyes.
“Oh Mom, please don’t cry. I’m fine.”
“But, you could have died, Charlie!”
“I know, Mom. But I didn’t. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in tip top shape in just a few weeks.”
Karen nodded her head and wiped the tears away from her eyes with a tissue.
“Hey, Kiddo,” said Bill “You good?”
“Yeah, Pops. I’m
Doctor Wolf told Charlie that all of her tests had come back normal, but that they’d like to keep her again overnight to monitor for any signs of infection; so she spent the day in bed.
She flipped through the channels and opted for whatever was on HGTV.
You gotta sort some shit out, Charlie. First of all, you need to figure out why you constantly invite emotionally unavailable men into your life. Which, to be honest, could take years to understand. Second, get a real, full-time job already! Quit allowing your weaknesses to determine your abilities. Your potential has constantly been shot down, and it’s your own damn fault. And third, get the hell out of your parents’ house. I’m sure they aren’t exactly thrilled with the thought of their daughter sponging off of them forever.
Her phone beeped from the other side of the room. She was still hooked up to monitors, IVs, and what looked to be a long tube catching her urine. Oh, I’m sure that was attractive for Samuel to see.
Samuel. I feel like I should be really mad at him. But I’m not. I mean, it’s not like I should be offended that he was attracted to me. Hell, with all the shit going on with Jesse, I couldn’t deny that my intentions with Samuel weren’t similar. Not revenge, so to speak, but like Karal said, ‘an important stepping stone.’ I intended on using him in the same way he wanted to use me.
“Hello, hello!” a chipper nurse called out as she knocked on Charlie’s door.
“Come in.” Oh, my voice is back! Sort of.
“Hi, Charlie. My name is Andrea, and I’ll be your nurse until suppertime.”
“It’s nice to meet you.”
“What do ya say we get these tubes out of you and try to walk around a bit?”
“Sounds good to me. My phone is in my purse—I think it’s on the other side of the room. Could you get it for me?”
Andrea grabbed Charlie’s purse and handed it to her. “There ya go!”
Charlie dug out her phone and started checking the four text messages she had from Samuel, realizing how difficult it was to attempt to maneuver a phone with one hand.
The first one dated the day of the accident.
4:03pm: Hey. Gonna be late. Is seven-thirty okay? xx Sam
The second from that same evening.
7:09pm: I’m on my way. Can’t wait to see you.
“All right, Charlie, this is going to pinch a little,” Andrea said, removing the catheter. “There we go, all done! How’s your pain from one to ten?”
“Aside from feeling like I’ve been in a car accident, I’d say it’s about a three.”
“Gotta stay ahead of that pain! I’ll bring in something for you when we’re done here. You’ll sure need it then.”
Charlie put her phone and purse aside as Andrea helped her into a sitting position, then a standing one. Charlie got a head rush, but the dizziness subsided after a few seconds. She fought the stomach ache that accompanied the faint feeling.
“How is your ankle, dear?”
“It hurts. But not as bad as my arm does.”
“Here, let’s cover you up and head for the hallway,” Andrea said, tying the robe up to cover Charlie’s backside. “Don’t worry, dear. You’ll be feeling better by tonight. I promise. The swelling in your ankle has already gone down a bit.”
Returning to the room after a fifteen minute walk to the lobby and back, Charlie found that her parents had arrived. Charlie got to the bed and Andrea helped her lie down.
“I’ll be right back with the Percocet, Charlie.”
“Hey honey,” Karen said with tears in her eyes.
“Oh Mom, please don’t cry. I’m fine.”
“But, you could have died, Charlie!”
“I know, Mom. But I didn’t. Don’t worry, I’ll be back in tip top shape in just a few weeks.”
Karen nodded her head and wiped the tears away from her eyes with a tissue.
“Hey, Kiddo,” said Bill “You good?”
“Yeah, Pops. I’m
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