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Re: As I Lay Dying
« Reply #30 on: February 19, 2018, 11:05:33 PM »
The nurse looked at the old woman sitting on the floor. She looked at me, covered in green vomit. She approached her first and gave her a hand to help her up.

“Are you alright?” Melanie asked her.

She nodded.

“Where did you come from? Who are you?”

She didn't answer, but instead came up to me to help clean me up. She started pulling the sheets off the bed and bunching them into a pile, then began untying my gown at the back. I watched her tits under her shirt as she moved, really hoping this marriage thing could happen fast so I could see her out of those clothes.

The nurse, after staring and seeming unsure for a moment, came to help too, snapping me out of my pleasant daydreams.

“Do you want another shower?” whispered the woman who I realized I could now call my fiancee.

“Nah, it hurts too much,” I answered. “They usually just use washcloths. Maybe I'll make the trek in the morning.”

“I'll bring some washcloths,” said Melanie, and after retrieving a pile of them, went to moisten several in warm water from the faucet.

I started getting up out of the bed since the sheets had to be changed, and I realized I needed to use the bathroom anyway, so couldn't avoid the added pain of moving around. I felt dizzy and lightheaded as I stood up on my leg while holding on to the bed. My fiancee went to get the wheelchair for me and held it steady while I sat into it. I began wheeling myself to the bathroom and she followed behind with the IV stand.

When I emerged from using the bathroom, also having brushed my teeth, the nurse was putting fresh bedding on the bed and my fiancee was cleaning the floor. I got myself into the wheelchair and wheeled myself toward the bed and lifted myself to sit on the edge of the bed once it was ready, annoyed at how moving around was both painful and physically draining. They both helped me out of my gown, pulling the IV bags through the armhole, wiped me down with washcloths, and dressed me in a fresh gown. My head was pounding. My side was aching. I scooted over and pulled the blankets off the bed and I went to lie down and pulled the blankets over me. I felt so worn out and tired, and was glad to be in clean sheets.

Eventually the nurse spoke to her.

“So we don't have anyone signed in in the visitor log for this room. Are you his wife?”

“Uh, almost,” she said. “This sexy and amazing man just asked me to marry him!”

Melanie smiled. “That's very sweet. Congratulations. We do have a policy, though. Hospital policy is that only immediate family members are allowed in here overnight, and they need to be signed in. You're not family yet and you're not signed in even.”

“We'll get married tomorrow morning or as soon as we can get someone to come here and do it!” she said.

“Sorry, ma'am, I understand, I do, I would love to let you stay, but I have to follow the rules or lose my job. Once you're married and you're signed in, you can stay overnight.”

She didn't answer right away. She looked at me.

“I'll be fine! Just sign in tomorrow so you don't have to play hide and seek all day!” I said to her.

“You've been here...all day?” Melanie asked in surprise.

“Kind of,” she answered with a giggle.

“All the stuff! That was you. Ahhh, I see. You do need to sign in, though. We ID everyone for security.”

“Okay,” she said. She came over to kiss my mouth softly and lingered longer than I expected her to with the nurse watching. I heard her let out a soft “mmm” as she kissed me and then stood up and stared at me with a very happy smile.

“I love you,” she whispered, still smiling.

“The other books an' stuff are in the lockers over there,” I said, pointing.

She went to collect the bags of extra stuff and her purse and gave me a last smile and a little wave with a cheerful “G'night” followed by my name, and departed.

Melanie started going through the standard procedure of taking my vitals again.

As she slid the blood pressure cuff up my left arm, she asked me about the news she'd heard earlier.

“So, getting' married, huh?”

“Unless she suddenly realizes she can do better than a corpse,” I said flatly.

“She must really love you,” Melanie said.

“Haven't seen her in 40 years,” I said, causing Melanie to start with a little gasp. “Sure wasn't expecting her to show up."

“40 years!” Melanie mused. “Forty years,” she said again, slowly, taking it in, before asking, “So what kept you apart? Why couldn't you be together back then?”

“Just didn't work out. Bad timing I guess.”

She made notes on my chart, then took my temperature.

“Still a bit high,” she said. She checked all the machines and the IV in my hand before exiting with the advice, “Try to get some sleep!”

I didn't realize I was dreaming when I stood on a bridge over a shallow creek in front of my angel, who was adorned in a long, flowing white gown. We were both young and smiling at each other with our hands joined. I kissed her. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me back eagerly. Then we smiled at each other again. I looked down at the creek and it looked farther down than before. I kept staring down at it, as the bridge seemed to go up higher and higher.

“I can't be on this bridge. I need to get off this bridge!” I said urgently, and started pulling her hand to the end of the bridge, that also seemed to be getting farther away.

“You can't go that way! Don't you see the fire?” she dug her heels in and wouldn't come with me, but held my hand tightly and tried to keep me on the bridge.

I looked around. There was no fire. I glanced down, and the bridge was over a deep canyon with steep cliffsides and rushing water at the bottom. I heard the boards of the bridge cracking.

“Fire!? There's no fire! Come on!! The bridge is breaking!” I jerked on her arm and started trying to get her off the bridge.

“No! Stop! STOP!” she screamed, and fought to stay on the bridge. “It's burning over there!”

I kept hearing cracking noises coming from the bridge. She was struggling with all her might to keep me on the bridge. It's gonna break! I put my arms around her and picked her up to carry her forcibly off the bridge.

As soon as I stepped off the bridge, I felt a surge of heat like an oven had been opened in front of my face. The heat was everywhere. I was surrounded by flames. My skin started feeling like it was peeling and melting. I looked for her but she wasn't beside me anymore. I looked around, and saw her standing on the bridge. How the fuck. She was in my arms!

She stood at the edge of the bridge crying and screaming my name over and over. She was trying to enter the flames but was unable.

Far off in the flames, I could see a hooded and bearded dark figure approaching the bridge. I was burning. The pain was everywhere. I tried to make my way to her, but I didn't seem to be able to. The dark figure stepped out onto the bridge, and once he was out of the flames, he looked like me, and was wearing the exact tux I'd been wearing.

He smiled at her. She hugged him. He started talking to her.

I tried to get closer to hear what he was saying.

I couldn't hear. I could feel the searing pain all over my body. It was constant. I tried to get away from it, but I couldn't.

I started to groan from the pain. I glanced back at the bridge. He had her by the throat. I noticed she now held a sword in her hand. The blistering heat kept scorching me relentlessly.

I watched in pain and horror as he tightened his grip around her throat. The sword was in her hand, but she wouldn't use it. She thinks it's me! It's not me! Use the sword!! I tried to yell, but she showed no signs of having heard me. He was strangling her. She was trying to pull away, but his grip was strong. In desperation, she lifted up the sword and held it to his throat. Do it! I tried in vain to call to her. I tried again to move through the fiery slough, but could do nothing to escape or move or quell the suffering. I grimaced and groaned. Her hand quivered, and with a shriek, she turned the sword and plunged it into her own chest. Her white dress was soon colored with red streaks, and she collapsed on the bridge. The dark version of me vanished.

I woke up alone in the dark hospital room with my heart pounding. My head was still throbbing. I pressed the button to up the dose of painkiller multiple times. I needed water. I pressed the call button.

After Melanie brought me water, I went back to sleep. My next dream I enjoyed much more than the previous one.

We were young, and I made love to her repeatedly, first in the truck that I used to have, then on a beach, then in my bed, then in the back of a crowded movie theater, then with her sitting on my kitchen counter.

I woke up in the morning with a situation. As badly as I wanted to jerk off, it would have to wait, since a different kind of situation that is likely what wakened me from a dream I'd have liked to stay in presented itself.

This morning held another surprise in the doorway to my hospital room. It was unusual enough to have one woman from the past show up unexpectedly. The woman who now stood in the doorway was an extremely attractive half-Asian woman in her 50s, nearly 20 years my junior, and looked younger than her age, although I knew she artificially colored the lightening strands in her apparently solid black locks. She wore a very low cut black dress that clung tightly to her athletic body and ended about an inch below her crotch, revealing nearly all of her thighs down to her knee high, high heeled black leather boots. Seeing so much of her skin delivered an onslaught of steamy memories. Her exquisitely made-up face was embellished by a diamond nose stud and sizeable tassel earrings dangled from her ears, which I recognized as ones I'd purchased for her when she'd begged, during the days when she'd sizzled my sheets. I hadn't seen my most recent ex since shortly after the amputation, when she'd told me it was too hard to watch me suffer and had packed her things the same day. She'd done the same thing after the initial diagnosis, but came back when she needed a place to stay. Her artwork sales weren't faring well now, I guessed. I'd been amazed when any of her piles of glued-together spray painted paper clips had amassed any consumer interest.

“What are you doing here, Kim?” I asked, sounding as annoyed as I felt.

She said my name in a drawn-out simulated pout. “Don't be like thaaaat!”

“Why are you here?” I said tersely.

“I was looking for you at home, and since you weren't there, I called your brother and asked where you were.”

“Why were you looking for me?”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing!”

“Cut the bullshit. What do you want?”

She stepped closer.

“Well, since you're not using it, I was thinking I could stay at the house for a little bit.”

“No, you can't stay at my house,” I said. “You should leave.”

“You don't mean thaaaaat,” she crooned, beginning to run her fingers up my left arm with her dangling bracelets skimming my forearm.

I yanked my arm away. “I do. Go find someone else to fuck with. I'm done with you.”

She climbed on top of me, kneeing me in my bandaged incision, lending me to uttering a string of profanities She seemed not to notice and started running her hands over my chest.

“Get off me!” I said resentfully. I thought about using my arms to throw her off, but didn't want to get arrested if she broke something. That gave me the idea to just press the call button and let the hospital staff remove her.

Kim continued to accost me aggressively, causing her short dress to ride up, revealing a black thong. The sight of her body and its motion was having an unwanted effect on me. I'd woken up insanely horny, and this wasn't helping calm things down.

“Get the fuck off me!” I demanded.

She continued to dry hump me and the motion was causing my hospital gown to slide up, and in spite of my will, I was still rock hard and now it was showing. I started to pick her up under the arms to set her on the ground, but she very suddenly grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the bed and continued. As much as I fought it, my body was starting to surrender to it, and in spite of myself, I heard myself groaning in pleasure.

Right then, I noticed her in the doorway. Realizing how the situation looked, nothing I could think of to say right then seemed adequate or believable.

I saw the look on her face as she took in the scene. Her eyes met mine, and the betrayal I saw her reading silently pierced me through. That broken-hearted look of sickened and supreme anguish was the last thing I saw on her face before she disappeared out of sight.

A nurse arrived in response to the call button. It was the crabby ginger-haired nurse, whom I was for once glad to see.

She ran up and started yelling. Kim started to scramble. Security was called. The police were called. Kim was removed in handcuffs after being scolded for her trashy outfit and matching behavior by Hades Ginger and being wrapped embarrassingly in a bedsheet.

Some time later, a police officer entered my room.

“Sir, I'd like to ask you a few questions.”

“Sure,” I said.

“Can you tell me what happened in here?”

“She came in here and started touching me, got on top of me and was kind of forceful and wouldn't listen when I asked her to stop. She's an ex-girlfriend I haven't seen in about two years. I think if you just ask her to leave me alone, it'll be fine.”

“This is a sexual assault. We take these very seriously. The hospital is pressing charges. She is likely going to prison.”

Great, now she'll have a place to stay.

The officer asked me for a more detailed recounting of the incident, and I tried to downplay it and didn't mention the kneeing of the incision and tried to explain to him that this was a typical reaction of women around me, that they just go a little crazy for me, likely due to my boundless sexiness. He looked me up and down and seemed skeptical. He said they might need to come back for more questioning and informed me that I might be asked to be a witness in a trial and asked if I could make it to a courtroom or whether I'd prefer to do a video testimonial.

I laughed internally. I'll probably be dead by then. I had no plan to participate in any way, shape, or form, but just said I thought they were taking it a bit far.

After he left, I picked up my phone. I typed her name and hit send. I tried to think of what to text her. It's not what it looked like. The standard line seemed almost comical. I realized after thinking for a bit that she would believe me. No matter what I told her, she'd believe me. Then I thought back to last night, and how she was planning to leave everything behind for me. Now she'll go home. She'll have a better life with her family than she would watching me die. All I have to do is nothing now. I wanted to tell her I loved her. I wanted her to come back and hold my hand again. I wanted her with me. Think about her. I put my phone on the stand beside the books and the CD player.

After awhile, my phone chime brought me out of my nearly-asleep fog. I picked it up. She'd replied with a single question mark. I deleted the message and blocked her number, then put my phone away again.
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« Reply #31 on: February 20, 2018, 09:23:05 PM »
Everything too long to read. Loved Antii's post
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« Reply #32 on: February 21, 2018, 01:40:31 PM »
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« Reply #33 on: April 23, 2018, 12:09:22 AM »
I could hear some commotion in the hallway. Indistinct voices carried traces of an entire hospital wing in upheaval. I thought at some points that I heard her voice, but I assumed that was just wishful thinking.

Hades Ginger came in and took my vitals. She was ranting about the earlier incident and asked me several times if I was okay. I assured her I was fine.

The same officer entered my room again. His graying hair still had a fair amount of brown in it. His tan-skinned, mustached face was square with a cleft chin, and his demeanor was serious but calm. He was moderately heavyset with a slightly protruding belly, but the ease which which he moved suggested that he still put in effort to work out regularly. He glanced down at the pad of paper in his hand, then looked at me.

“Sir, there's a second woman here we've placed under arrest, she's allegedly breached hospital security protocol, won't answer any questions. Is she connected to,” he paused to read the name off the report in his hand, “Kim Xiao Laohu?” He butchered the pronunciation badly.

I thought about how I could respond so they'd let her go. I wanted to see her.

“No connection. She's my...can you bring her in here?”

He left the room and returned, escorting her by a handcuffed arm. She wouldn't look at me.

“Do you know this woman?” he asked me.

“Handcuffs!? Really?? That's completely unnecessary,” I advocated, glancing at her face that was turned away from me. I felt some pangs of guilt when I read the hurt on her face.

“You know her then?”

“Yeah. She's been visiting me. She should not be getting arrested.”

The officer started removing the cuffs. She peeked at me before looking away again.

“My apologies, ma'am. All the same, it appears you've violated hospital policy by, uh, failing to register at the front. And due to the serious nature of the offense that's been committed here today, I'll need answers to a few questions.”

She stared at the window without responding, rubbing her wrists.

I started moving to sit up. As I was moving, I felt increased pain and wetness in the bandaged area of my left side. My head still hurt.

She must think I'm the douche of the century, I thought as I looked at her.

She suddenly turned toward me with eyes ablaze, her face a mess of anger, confusion, hurt, and accusation. She strided toward me with eyes ablaze and made a silent demanding shrug with a slightly raised palm, and seemed to wait for an answer.

I whispered her name.

She spat out my name in a venomous tone.

Baby, I love you, I wanted to tell her. My chest was feeling constricted.

The officer looked back and forth between her and me, then grunted, “I'll give you two a minute,” and went out to the hallway.

I kept picturing her watching me throwing up, being there watching my organs shut down, being separated from her family and friends. She wants to be here. She wants this. She wants you. Why are you fighting it?

I felt a trickle of wetness at my left side, and moved my hand over the bandages. They felt like they were wet underneath. I started trying to pull up my gown, and in spite of the pain of scooting back and forth to lift it, I eventually managed to get it up, with the blanket covering what was left of my lower body.

I glanced down to see the bandages saturated with crimson.

She noticed. Her face changed. The hardness vanished and a worried look took its place. She took another step closer and leaned down.

“What happened?!” she asked, sounding alarmed.

“You...were supposed to be angry and leave and not come back!” I said eventually.

She stared at me.

“You...set that up?!” she asked, incredulous.

“No! She just showed up. I had no idea she was coming. Why did you come back?”

“You texted me. Just my name. But...it was enough to tell me you cared. Then there were all these cops and she was getting arrested and then they saw me and Hades Ginger started yelling about me breaching security measures and they cuffed me too.”

“That's messed up!”

“I'm not worried about that,” she scoffed. She stared at my bandages and announced, “A nurse needs to look at that.” She pressed the call button.

She stared at me some more.

Eventually she charged into it.

“So, how is it that the man who asked me to marry him yesterday was seconds away from impaling a prostitute this morning?”

“She's not a prostitute...”

“Is it a costume party then?”

“Can I convince you it is, and you can come as Adam's Eve before they got clothes?”

“Are you serious? You're such a pervert!”

“I dreamed about you. All night. Again. I woke up like that. She just showed up and jumped me! I told her to leave!”

“So, this woman, she just...shows up...and starts...you know...doing stuff to you?” she asked.

I nodded.

“You...dreamed...about me?” she asked.

I nodded again.

“I'm not surprised women find you sexy or anything, but why her, why you? Do you know her?”

“She was my ex. Haven't seen her in two years. She wants to stay at my house.”

“What did you tell her?”

“I said fuck no and fuck off.”

“I see.”

She watched me for awhile. I felt a bit scrutinized.

Eventually she whispered, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.”

“She did that, didn't she?” she asked, gesturing the blood-soaked bandages.

“She kinda kneed me there as she climbed on top.”

“What's with you and crazy women?” she said with a hint of a smile.

That brought a smile to my face. “You tell me!” I replied, taking her hand in mine. “You're the crazy woman I'm in love with!”

Her smile grew into the full-fledged animal.

She put her arms around me and hugged me.

Eventually she asked, “So, why didn't you reply to my text after you texted me?”

I shrugged. “I wanted to spare you from -” I gestured myself and the medical equipment I was attached to. “Watching someone die has got to be one of those most depressing bullshit experiences on the planet. I didn't want that for you!”

She looked me in the eyes.

“If you don't want me to be here, just ask me to leave.”

I didn't answer right away. She went into a pissed-off rant.

“Why do you have to be such a coward? Why ignore me after all the crap you said to me before? Why can't you just give it to me straight like a grown up? You asked me to marry you. How the fuck do you think it's okay to just,” she shook her head, agitated, struggling to come up with an end to her thought.

She looked at the ground for awhile. “Were you really gonna do that to me? Again?”

“It's easier that way.”

“Easier for who?” she spat out angrily.

“You think it was easy for me? Back then? You're wrong.”

“So, why? Why couldn't you just have said goodbye like a normal person? Just told me, talked to me!? Why did you have to end it the way you did? That was fucking cold. I deserved better than that from you.”

“I didn't want it to be goodbye. You would have convinced me to keep it going. And, it's not like you didn't choose to stay with him. There was no future for us.”

She had tears running down her face now.

“You have to know...how much I loved you. You knew how bad I was hurting. You could have said...something...anything...to make it okay.”

“And then what? When would you have been okay with me walking away?”

She stared at the floor.

Eventually she whispered, “Did it...when I...did I make you change how you remembered me by not being able to walk away after you did? Were you...angry? Annoyed? Did you think, “Wow, what a loser!”?”

“Well, you were kind of acting like a loser!”

“So was every girl that trusted and loved you a loser, or just me?”

“I'm not sure there were as many of those as you think.”

She squeezed my hand.

“I know I wasn't the only girl whose heart you broke.”

“You fucking broke mine too.”

“Did I, though? You seemed to shake it off like it was nothing.”

“People handle their shit in different ways.”

Hades Ginger entered the room. She saw her with me and started shouting at the officer in the hallway.

“You let her in here alone with him??”

The officer hurried in.

“He said he knew her.”

She noticed the raised gown and blood-soaked bandages.

“He's been hurt! Someone has tampered with my patient!” She turned to her and yelled, “Did you do this to him? What did you do? What did you do!?”
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« Reply #34 on: May 06, 2018, 01:17:46 AM »
She calmly answered, “I didn't do that. That was Miss Ninja Thong's handiwork.”

Hades Ginger stared at her for a second, then shouted at the officer again, “Arrest her! Get her out of here! We can't have random strangers off the street messing with our patients! We are responsible for their lives and,” her voice was rising with each word and her face was reddening, “we don't know who she is! She hasn't been ID'd!”

The officer said to her, “Come with me please, ma'am.”

“You can't arrest me. You can't make me leave. I've done nothing wrong.”

“The nurse says you breached security and were asked to leave.”

“Are you trying to arrest me? I could already sue you for cuffing me illegally.”

“Trespassing is against the Criminal Code, chapter 35 section 3503b, Defiant Trespasser. You violated the criminal code when you were asked to leave and refused to comply.”

“Only, I am signed in and ID'd and verified,” she said with an impudent half smile. “Did you even check the log at the desk?”

“What?” Hades Ginger screeched. “Do not let her leave!” she demanded with an outstretched talon pointing at my defiant trespasser before marching out the room and down the hall, presumably to examine the visitor log.

After the nurse left, she broke into a giggle.

Then she sighed and turned to me.

“Do you want me to leave?” she asked me.

“Ma'am -,” the officer started at the same time as I said, “You might get arrested if you bail. I'm all for handcuffs, but I doubt they'll deposit you cuffed into bed with me!”

The officer looked at me.

A courier appeared in the doorway and announced, “Delivery for Mr.” with my last name.

She went over to the doorway and accepted the package. “Thank you very much!” She dug through her purse and put something into his hand.

“Thank you ma'am,” he said with a nod before disappearing.

She walked over and set the package on my lap. She let out a chuckle while shaking her head and walked over to look out the window.

“What's in here?” I asked.

She laughed. “One way to find out.”

“Give me a hint.”

“It's really old,” she said.

I tore open the box. I could see a light gray hard plastic case with letters on it through the bubble wrap, and a pile of little plastic cases a little shorter than cassettes used to be. I lifted the gray case out of the box and unwrapped the bubble wrap.

It read Game Boy.

Game Boy! Shit, how did you get one of these? Does it still work?”

She smiled at me. “It should!”

I pulled out a few of the game cartridges and read the titles. Batman. Dr. Mario. Final Fantasy Adventure. Tetris. Super Mario Land 2. Football. Kirby's Dream Land.

The officer walked over to take a look. “My dad told me about this. Never thought I'd see one in real life! There's no way that ancient technology can still work is there?”

I opened the case and pulled out the original Game Boy.

After I checked the battery compartment and found it empty, she dug into her purse and pulled out an enormous pack of double A's.

I ripped that open and loaded in four. I turned it on. I inserted the game Batman. The screen lit up and the word Nintendo moved to the center of the screen.

“No shit. This is awesome!” I laughed.

She and the officer were both watching the screen as Batman appeared in Gotham City. I started jumping through Gotham City, collecting weapons and destroying the enemies.

After some time, two more officers came in to watch me play Batman on an original Game Boy. I made it to the third level on my first try, only losing a few hit points, before falling into a hole while trying to get an extra life over a precariously dangerous pit.

Hades Ginger came in with Dr. Carson in tow. He saw three officers and an old woman crowding around me staring at my hands and seemed slightly bewildered at the sight.

“It's an original Game Boy,” said the first officer.

Dr. Carson hurried to join the crowd. “It still works?” he said while making his way over. He watched the screen for a little while, then said, “We need to get you ready for starting dialysis. Do you want a fistula or a line? I recommend the fistula.”

“What are they?” I pressed pause.

“We need to get access to get your blood out of your body to be cleaned by a dialysis machine. Your kidneys aren't doing a good enough job anymore to keep you alive, so you probably feel pretty miserable all the time.”

My head was throbbing.

Just then, a member of hospital staff appeared at the door with a tray of food. “Breakfast.” The tray was set on the hospital bed tray and wheeled over the bed.

The police officers started heading out into the hallway.

The first officer addressed her, “I'd like to ask you to come with me, please.”

“I'd like to stay for the little bit of time I have before I have to head to the airport.”

“I'm sorry ma'am but we need to follow procedure.”

She walked over and started whispering to him for awhile. She started walking to the hallway with him following behind.

Dr. Carson gave a brief glance at them, then turned to me and continued, “A fistula is done under local anesthetic. We attach a vein to an artery in your arm, causing the vein to enlarge so that we have access to get the volume of blood out and in for dialysis. The other option is to have a plastic tube sticking out of your chest or neck, which is more prone to complications and has a greater chance of getting infected.”

I peeked under the tray cover. There was a small pile of rubbery yellow eggs, a raisin bran muffin, and a banana. A small packet of jam and a hot cup of coffee rounded out the morning meal. I started eating in spite of my low appetite and headache and the doctor still talking even though I'd stopped paying attention.

“...thrombosis, access-related hand ischemia, aneurysmal dilation, venous hypertension, seroma, heart failure, and local bleeding,” finished Dr. Carson.

“I'll go with the uh, recommendation then,” I said, while chewing a mouthful of bran muffin.

I could hear voices from the hallway again.

She entered the room again. Dr. Carson gave her a brief look as she approached my bedside, then he said, “A nurse will take you to the OR in an hour or two. We have a few ahead of you.” He left the room.

She whispered to me, “You have a visitor here, do you want me to go?”

I shook my head. “No. Stay with me.”

She whispered again, “Someone else is here too. The uh, one of the people I contacted last night got back to me and is here. It's like, well it's an officiant since you, you know, said you wanted to, you know. Anyways, should I tell him to leave?”

“What, did you change your mind?”

She rolled her eyes. “I'm not sure you're really the commitment type,” she laughed. “It was dumb,” she said. “I'll tell him to leave.”

She started moving to the hallway.

I called her name. “Wait!”

She stopped and turned to face me.

“Don't you want to...?” I asked.

“Do you?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“How do I know you won't just change your mind tomorrow after the deed is done? And I have no intention of being married to someone who has no interest in being, like, faithful. Or who thinks randomly checking out is a way to deal with issues that come up.”

I picked up her hand and said her name. “It was never like that. I wanted what was good for you. I didn't want you to feel obligated to watch me die while separated from everyone you know.”

“Well, next time fucking talk to me. I want to be here. With you. I want every second with you that I can get! I want to be here for you.”

I looked at her. She looked adorable. Her white hair was in a loose, low bun at the back of her head, and a few long bangs hung down framing her face. She gave me a smile that quickly vanished and gave way for a glum expression before she sat on the edge of the bed beside me, needing to slightly push away the bed tray. She looked like she was about to cry.

“What is it?” I whispered and put my hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at me and just started crying, sobbing, with her body shaking.

“What!?” It seemed to come from nowhere.

Her mouth was quivering and tears were streaming down her face.

“Hold me,” she whispered.

I hugged her close to me and held her. After crying for awhile she started giggling.

“Sorry. I'm sorry. Eat your food! Slowly!”

“You gonna tell me what that was about?” I brought a forkful of eggs to my mouth.

She gave me a defiant look with a slight smile. “Nope!”

Someone who had been waiting in the hallway moved slowly through the doorway.

She was a gorgeous college-age dark-skinned beauty with high cheekbones, full lips, and dark curly hair fastened in an elaborate disordered heap on top of her head. She wore a long, flowy yellow skirt, a dark gray top, a guitar case over her shoulder, and large hoop earrings as well as ear buds in her ears. She pulled the ear buds out and gave me a big smile, revealing her perfect rows of glistening pearl whites.

My fiancee turned to me with raised eyebrows. “Your visitor is here. No line up of hot females huh?”
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Re: As I Lay Dying
« Reply #35 on: May 06, 2018, 03:32:39 AM »
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