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felt too exhausted to do anything else. Lying on the little sofa, I fell fast asleep.
After not near enough sleep, I woke to the sun shining through the
window, and soft moaning. Alarmed, I sat
straight up. Who was here? I had a moment
of panic before it all came rushing back to me. The battered man, taking him to the clinic, the… my head whipped around
only to find him lying there… moaning. Oh God, he must be in so much pain! Walking over to the bed, I was glad I decided
to wear the tee and sweat pants. His
eyes remained closed, but his swollen face twisted in pain. I sat down beside him and began to rub his
forehead and hoping that I wasn’t hurting him more. “It’s okay. You’re going to be alright.”
As I tried to soothe him, my
eyes darted to the nightstand that held his prescription for pain medicine. I needed to figure out a way to get it
filled. Calling the front desk, I
ordered room service and then asked if they had a service that could get it
filled for me. To my relief they did and
I wouldn’t have to leave him.
An hour later, not only had breakfast arrived, but so had his
medicine. I had to pay for it but luckily,
it was affordable. I never would have thought
I would be spending the last three days of my vacation taking care of a man and
paying his medical bill. I almost
laughed aloud at the thought.
Walking over to the bed, “You need to try and eat.” I said as I tried to gently wake him. He moaned again, and when he opened his eyes,
I stared in to the endless sea of deep blue. Of course, he couldn’t open them all the way due to the swelling. I brought over a bowl of oatmeal and held the
spoon in front of his mouth. This way,
he didn’t have to worry about sitting up. His head was slightly elevated from pillows and that would be high
enough.
“Come on handsome, open up.” I
bumped the spoon to his lips just as I did with Austin when he was little. It worked, he opened and I quickly put the
spoon in his mouth. We repeated this
until he had eaten the whole bowl. Taking
two pills from his Percocet bottle, I grabbed the glass of water from the
tray. “Open up.” I said, and when he opened his mouth, I
placed the tablets on his tongue and stuck the straw in his mouth. After he swallowed them, I went to the ice
machine and filled the bucket. I put
some ice in a washcloth and held it to his eye until he fell fast asleep.
Moving over to the table, I started to eat my breakfast even though it
was already cold. As I used my
nebulizer, I knew today would be bad. I needed to rest all day or risk the
chance of getting sick. After taking a shower, I fell back asleep on
the little brown sofa.
Chapter 7
What
the Hell Happened?
Ah, my face hurts. What’s wrong with me? Trying to move, I felt weighted down. My bed didn’t feel comfortable and the sheets
were rough. Where am I? I tried to
remember if I had went home with some chick. Surely if I had, I wouldn’t hurt
this much. Oh God, I hurt! Why? My mind wondered back to the bar. I paid the bill and walked outside to call Seth, then… nothing. What happened? Where am I? Cracking my eyes open to slits I
tried to look around. It appeared to be
a hotel room. Moving my head, I moaned
aloud. Hearing someone coming, I tried
to see who it was. Then, leaning over me I thought I must be in heaven, because
she looked like an angel with long wavy auburn hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever
peered in to. Smiling, she said, “I see you’re finally
awake.” She gently rubbed my forehead
with her hand and it felt so good. Nobody had ever tried to soothe me before and this felt nice. While she was rubbing my forehead, the pain
in my face lessened.
“ Wher …” Clearing my throat. She grabbed a
cup
After not near enough sleep, I woke to the sun shining through the
window, and soft moaning. Alarmed, I sat
straight up. Who was here? I had a moment
of panic before it all came rushing back to me. The battered man, taking him to the clinic, the… my head whipped around
only to find him lying there… moaning. Oh God, he must be in so much pain! Walking over to the bed, I was glad I decided
to wear the tee and sweat pants. His
eyes remained closed, but his swollen face twisted in pain. I sat down beside him and began to rub his
forehead and hoping that I wasn’t hurting him more. “It’s okay. You’re going to be alright.”
As I tried to soothe him, my
eyes darted to the nightstand that held his prescription for pain medicine. I needed to figure out a way to get it
filled. Calling the front desk, I
ordered room service and then asked if they had a service that could get it
filled for me. To my relief they did and
I wouldn’t have to leave him.
An hour later, not only had breakfast arrived, but so had his
medicine. I had to pay for it but luckily,
it was affordable. I never would have thought
I would be spending the last three days of my vacation taking care of a man and
paying his medical bill. I almost
laughed aloud at the thought.
Walking over to the bed, “You need to try and eat.” I said as I tried to gently wake him. He moaned again, and when he opened his eyes,
I stared in to the endless sea of deep blue. Of course, he couldn’t open them all the way due to the swelling. I brought over a bowl of oatmeal and held the
spoon in front of his mouth. This way,
he didn’t have to worry about sitting up. His head was slightly elevated from pillows and that would be high
enough.
“Come on handsome, open up.” I
bumped the spoon to his lips just as I did with Austin when he was little. It worked, he opened and I quickly put the
spoon in his mouth. We repeated this
until he had eaten the whole bowl. Taking
two pills from his Percocet bottle, I grabbed the glass of water from the
tray. “Open up.” I said, and when he opened his mouth, I
placed the tablets on his tongue and stuck the straw in his mouth. After he swallowed them, I went to the ice
machine and filled the bucket. I put
some ice in a washcloth and held it to his eye until he fell fast asleep.
Moving over to the table, I started to eat my breakfast even though it
was already cold. As I used my
nebulizer, I knew today would be bad. I needed to rest all day or risk the
chance of getting sick. After taking a shower, I fell back asleep on
the little brown sofa.
Chapter 7
What
the Hell Happened?
Ah, my face hurts. What’s wrong with me? Trying to move, I felt weighted down. My bed didn’t feel comfortable and the sheets
were rough. Where am I? I tried to
remember if I had went home with some chick. Surely if I had, I wouldn’t hurt
this much. Oh God, I hurt! Why? My mind wondered back to the bar. I paid the bill and walked outside to call Seth, then… nothing. What happened? Where am I? Cracking my eyes open to slits I
tried to look around. It appeared to be
a hotel room. Moving my head, I moaned
aloud. Hearing someone coming, I tried
to see who it was. Then, leaning over me I thought I must be in heaven, because
she looked like an angel with long wavy auburn hair and the greenest eyes I’ve ever
peered in to. Smiling, she said, “I see you’re finally
awake.” She gently rubbed my forehead
with her hand and it felt so good. Nobody had ever tried to soothe me before and this felt nice. While she was rubbing my forehead, the pain
in my face lessened.
“ Wher …” Clearing my throat. She grabbed a
cup
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