Beautiful Oblivion
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A nurse came in, and seemed surprised to see us lying together.
“Look at you,” she whispered, her dark eyes somehow seeing clearly even in the dim light. “That boy has all the women on this floor swooning. He’s been your guardian angel. Hasn’t left your side.”
“I’ve heard. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m glad.” I leaned over, touching my temple to his forehead.
“Luck is most certainly on your side. I saw your vehicle down at the yard. It looks like a wadded-up piece of paper. It’s a miracle either of you lived.”
I frowned. “I’m going to miss that Jeep.”
She nodded. “How are you feeling?”
“I hurt. Everywhere.”
She shook a plastic cup, letting the pills inside rattle. “Think you can swallow a couple of pills?”
I nodded and tossed the pills to the back of my throat. The nurse handed me a cup of water, and I swallowed them, but not without effort.
“Are you hungry?” she asked while taking my vitals.
I shook my head.
“Okay,” she said, pulling the stethoscope from her ears. “Just hit that red button with the cross if you need anything.”
She walked out of the room, and I turned to the man sleeping next to me. “There’s nothing else that I need,” I whispered.
Trenton’s cast was between us, and I ran my finger over the different names, thinking about all of the people who loved us that had come to my room. I paused when I came across T.J.’s signature, and silently said a final good-bye to the simple but sophisticated scribble.
“Look at you,” she whispered, her dark eyes somehow seeing clearly even in the dim light. “That boy has all the women on this floor swooning. He’s been your guardian angel. Hasn’t left your side.”
“I’ve heard. I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I’m glad.” I leaned over, touching my temple to his forehead.
“Luck is most certainly on your side. I saw your vehicle down at the yard. It looks like a wadded-up piece of paper. It’s a miracle either of you lived.”
I frowned. “I’m going to miss that Jeep.”
She nodded. “How are you feeling?”
“I hurt. Everywhere.”
She shook a plastic cup, letting the pills inside rattle. “Think you can swallow a couple of pills?”
I nodded and tossed the pills to the back of my throat. The nurse handed me a cup of water, and I swallowed them, but not without effort.
“Are you hungry?” she asked while taking my vitals.
I shook my head.
“Okay,” she said, pulling the stethoscope from her ears. “Just hit that red button with the cross if you need anything.”
She walked out of the room, and I turned to the man sleeping next to me. “There’s nothing else that I need,” I whispered.
Trenton’s cast was between us, and I ran my finger over the different names, thinking about all of the people who loved us that had come to my room. I paused when I came across T.J.’s signature, and silently said a final good-bye to the simple but sophisticated scribble.
