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better?” She kissed
the top of the hand she held and then his forehead. It seemed he
actually listened to what she said.
Oliver looked at Alexander and looked at Jill. He
seemed to grasp what she said. Oliver looked as if he were in
awe.
“Uh, that’s what I meant. She obviously articulated
it better.” Oliver grinned.
Alexander turned his head away, kissed the palm of
Jillian’s hand, and cupped his cheek with her large hand in a very
gentle cathartic way as if he were soothing his pain away with her
hand. “Thank you, guys. I love you both very much. I am going to
get better. You’ll see.”
“Are you okay, Xander? You don’t look so good. Well,
worse than you did when we walked in here? You’re really pale.”
Oliver touched Alexander’s forehead that was now covered in
sweat.
“No. I’m not feeling well. Can you call a nurse,
please?”
Jill pressed the button for the nurse, and a moment
later, she came in and asked them to step out. After ten minutes,
she came out. As they were about to step back in, the nurse stopped
them. “Mr. Jacobs asked to be alone. He’s not feeling well. Why
don’t you come back tomorrow?”
“What?” Oliver asked.
“What’s wrong with him?” Jill asked.
“He’s having withdrawals and a lot of nausea. It
will be a rough day for him. It’s not pretty to be in heavy
withdrawals.” The nurse said, blocking the door.
“More the reason we should be with him. He shouldn’t
be alone. What if he needs to throw up or gets dizzy and falls or .
. .”
“Ma’am, he’s not alone. He’s in the hospital, and
we’re here for that specific reason. Y’all need to go home and
respect his wishes.”
She walked away, leaving a startled and angry Jill
and Oliver. They went into the waiting room in a confused daze and
sat quietly. “Let’s wait a little while and give him some time, and
we’ll ask again. Maybe a different nurse will be on duty.”
Jill just nodded.
Two hours later, they were still not allowed in.
“Look,” a nurse pointed, “it’s right here on his chart: ‘no
visitors.’ He specifically requested to be left alone. Go home. We
have your number and will call you if there is any change.”
Jill and Oliver walked out of the hospital, unsure
of what had just happened.
“Let’s check into a hotel and have some dinner, and
we’ll come back tomorrow.”
Jill just nodded.
“Are you okay, Jill?”
She shrugged. She felt sad. “I just thought that
maybe I’d made some sort of difference. I thought he was listening
to what I was saying. Do you think he really just felt sick all of
a sudden, or did we just get the boot?”
“I’ve got no idea, baby.” He grabbed her hand, held
it till they reached the car, and helped her in. She got in the car
in a zombie-like state. Two days ago she was in DC, happy and
excited about starting school. Now, she was in El Paso, Texas,
having just attended the funeral of her mother, or the closest
thing to a mother she’d known, giving an anti-drug speech to
Alexander, who turned around and kicked her out of the room after a
long seven-hour drive interrupted by a weird, sex motel
almost-kiss. Her life had just become surreal. Oliver sat on the
driver’s side and, seeing Jill’s motionless state, reached over
her, grabbed her seat belt, and buckled her in.
“Don’t shut down on me now, Jillian. I need you.
Xander needs you. You’re just tired. You only got a few hours of
sleep last night after having one of your—whatever they’re
called—spells? Let’s get to a hotel. You can take a nice hot
shower, and then we’ll get dinner, and afterward, you can sleep a
full eight hours. How does that sound?”
She shrugged.
He drove off.
Less than two miles away from the hospital was a
hotel. “Stay here, Jillian. I’m going to check us in.” She didn’t
respond. She just kept looking out her window.
Moments later, he came out of the hotel, opened her
door, reached around, unfastened her seatbelt, and
the top of the hand she held and then his forehead. It seemed he
actually listened to what she said.
Oliver looked at Alexander and looked at Jill. He
seemed to grasp what she said. Oliver looked as if he were in
awe.
“Uh, that’s what I meant. She obviously articulated
it better.” Oliver grinned.
Alexander turned his head away, kissed the palm of
Jillian’s hand, and cupped his cheek with her large hand in a very
gentle cathartic way as if he were soothing his pain away with her
hand. “Thank you, guys. I love you both very much. I am going to
get better. You’ll see.”
“Are you okay, Xander? You don’t look so good. Well,
worse than you did when we walked in here? You’re really pale.”
Oliver touched Alexander’s forehead that was now covered in
sweat.
“No. I’m not feeling well. Can you call a nurse,
please?”
Jill pressed the button for the nurse, and a moment
later, she came in and asked them to step out. After ten minutes,
she came out. As they were about to step back in, the nurse stopped
them. “Mr. Jacobs asked to be alone. He’s not feeling well. Why
don’t you come back tomorrow?”
“What?” Oliver asked.
“What’s wrong with him?” Jill asked.
“He’s having withdrawals and a lot of nausea. It
will be a rough day for him. It’s not pretty to be in heavy
withdrawals.” The nurse said, blocking the door.
“More the reason we should be with him. He shouldn’t
be alone. What if he needs to throw up or gets dizzy and falls or .
. .”
“Ma’am, he’s not alone. He’s in the hospital, and
we’re here for that specific reason. Y’all need to go home and
respect his wishes.”
She walked away, leaving a startled and angry Jill
and Oliver. They went into the waiting room in a confused daze and
sat quietly. “Let’s wait a little while and give him some time, and
we’ll ask again. Maybe a different nurse will be on duty.”
Jill just nodded.
Two hours later, they were still not allowed in.
“Look,” a nurse pointed, “it’s right here on his chart: ‘no
visitors.’ He specifically requested to be left alone. Go home. We
have your number and will call you if there is any change.”
Jill and Oliver walked out of the hospital, unsure
of what had just happened.
“Let’s check into a hotel and have some dinner, and
we’ll come back tomorrow.”
Jill just nodded.
“Are you okay, Jill?”
She shrugged. She felt sad. “I just thought that
maybe I’d made some sort of difference. I thought he was listening
to what I was saying. Do you think he really just felt sick all of
a sudden, or did we just get the boot?”
“I’ve got no idea, baby.” He grabbed her hand, held
it till they reached the car, and helped her in. She got in the car
in a zombie-like state. Two days ago she was in DC, happy and
excited about starting school. Now, she was in El Paso, Texas,
having just attended the funeral of her mother, or the closest
thing to a mother she’d known, giving an anti-drug speech to
Alexander, who turned around and kicked her out of the room after a
long seven-hour drive interrupted by a weird, sex motel
almost-kiss. Her life had just become surreal. Oliver sat on the
driver’s side and, seeing Jill’s motionless state, reached over
her, grabbed her seat belt, and buckled her in.
“Don’t shut down on me now, Jillian. I need you.
Xander needs you. You’re just tired. You only got a few hours of
sleep last night after having one of your—whatever they’re
called—spells? Let’s get to a hotel. You can take a nice hot
shower, and then we’ll get dinner, and afterward, you can sleep a
full eight hours. How does that sound?”
She shrugged.
He drove off.
Less than two miles away from the hospital was a
hotel. “Stay here, Jillian. I’m going to check us in.” She didn’t
respond. She just kept looking out her window.
Moments later, he came out of the hotel, opened her
door, reached around, unfastened her seatbelt, and
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