“Do you need vitals?” Mark turns to Becky, the nurse demanding every detail of my life.
“Yes, please. Thank you.” Becky smiles at Mark. She better get off my Kool Aid.
“Yes Mark, you hot tottie; get over here and check my breasts.”
Oh no, did I just say that out loud?
Renee is about to explode with laughter so I must’ve said it loud enough for everyone to hear. I risk a glance at the hot nurse and yep, he heard it too. His cheeks and ears are completely red as a blush covers his whole face.
Kill me now.
I’m sure he has heard worse from delirious patients. And, it’s never a bad time for a boob check. Too bad I, in my delirious state, think right here and now is the best time apparently.
Thankfully, he says nothing further and sidesteps my comment like a pro. He must get that a lot. “Let’s get you checked out, miss.”
As they push me into the ER the entire room starts to spin and I am about to puke again. The bright lights are giving me a migraine the size of Texas and good lord, what do they use to clean this place with? I cannot breathe without smelling the acid/clorox-like smell.
With my senses bombarding me, making me physically sick to my stomach, I notice that I’ve lost Renee. I look around wildly wondering where she is and am worried that she won’t be able to find me. I’m now scared that they won’t let her back because she’s not family. Damn, I don’t want to be back here alone.
Nurse Bangable Pants is back at my side, “Don’t worry miss, your friend just went to park the car. I’ll make sure she gets back to you when she comes back in.”
“Nurse Bangable Pants, you’re the best.”
Fuuuuucccckkk! I said that outloud.