In his mind:
Why did you go out with them? You know they all like death-defying adventures! They’re morons! They don’t think before they act! Ugh. What am I going to do with you?!
In her mind:
Ouch. My arm hurts. And my leg. But it’s nothing serious though, don’t worry. I just got some bruises from the bad fall. Look at them! They’re much worse. I’m better than I look. Really.
~
In his mind:
How will I ever get the courage to visit you in the hospital? It’s not that I can’t face your parents. In fact I like them. It’s just that… I might scold you for being with those people in the first place. We both know how reckless they are ever since high school and yet you still went out with them. And look where it got you--- stuck in an anti-septic smelling room. See? This is what I’m talking about. I can’t control my rants!
In her mind:
When will you ever visit me here? When I’m about to go home? When I’m discharged already and the people you find in my room are housekeepers? You’re impossible! But maybe you’re just busy. But what could be more important than visiting me here and seeing for your own eyes that I’m okay? Everything. Everything else is important than checking on me.
~
In his mind:
Your mom told us that you’re doing fine now. You’ll never know how relieved I was after she told us. Funny. You’ll never know that since I couldn’t tell you.
In her mind:
Bet mom told you already. And I feel you’re contemplating on visiting me or not. Well don’t. If you don’t feel like it. DON’T.
~
In his mind:
I talked to my brother this morning and I think he’s about to agree to my plan. Just hope it works!
In her mind:
Thanks so much for your show of concern, Mr. Shy Guy.
~
In his mind:
Okay. Here goes what I’ve learned for six months. Good thing I’ve had a little Vital Signs Training. Can’t thank my brother enough for forcing me to do this while you were gone. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be able to come to you tonight without you recognizing me. I just didn’t want to scold you for making such an awful choice. I just wanted to show you how much I really care. I know it’s not enough, but for now, this is all I’ve got.
In her mind:
I hope those nurses don’t show up tonight. Atleast from twelve midnight until four in the morning. The pain I’ve been enduring for the past few days has left just earlier this afternoon, and I wanted to enjoy my sleep tonight. So before they come in, I might as well catch some shut eye before they start squeezing my arm again.
~
In his mind:
I hope you’re room isn’t that silent that you would hear my pounding heartbeat. Here it goes!
You have a tidy room. Your mom really knows how to keep your things. Your dad looks tired. He’s all flopped on the sofa bed that your mom has lesser space to lie on. I hope we could be like them in the future. They’re appear (and I know they really are) happy. And in love.
You look pale. Now the rants are coming back but I’m trying to suppress them. After all, you don’t know it’s me. I have this disguise. Well, I’m your nurse for tonight, so I guess you wouldn’t recognize me. You don’t even know I took the training so most probably all you’d see is a masked guy in white.
I feel nervous now as I slowly wrap the cuff around your arm. I’m trying not to wake you as you seem so peacefully sleeping. Oh my. You stirred.
In her mind:
Oh no. Is this a nurse again? But why does his touch seem so…familiar?
~
In his mind:
Whew. BP done. Oh no. I forgot to place the thermometer first. Noooo! You peeped! Did you recognize me?
In her mind:
His hands are so warm. Is this a new nurse? He is. With nice eyes. He looks cute. But there’s something else. WAIT! Did I drool in my sleep? Do I look okay? Is my face too oily? Ugh. I can’t focus my eyesight. Oh well. This might be due to my sleepiness. Might as well let him do his thing. I’ll resume my sleep.
~
In his mind:
Thank God you closed your eyes again. Whew. Am I irritating you? Sorry. Just two more. Pulse and Respiration. The other nurses forego the respiration rate but since this my only time with you, I’ll take it so I could stay longer. And I could hold your hand longer.
In her mind:
This new nurse is taking longer than usual. It’s not that I’m not liking it---no! I already have someone I like. Even if he didn’t show up here, he’s still… What am I thinking? I really am sick.
~
In his mind:
Pulse is done. Now, respiration. I get to hold your hand, okay wrist, a minute longer. Hope you don’t open your eyes. You might see the smile in mine.
In her mind:
Sorry, but I really like how he holds my hand. The warmth it brings somehow assures me that I’ll never get hurt again. His touch reminds me of you…
~
In his mind:
Your mom told us you’ll be out of the hospital today. And as usual, your parents are holding a little get together to celebrate your ‘wellness’. Only a few guests are invited. And I’m getting nervous again. Stupid me.
In her mind:
Will you show up tonight? I hope you would. So I can scold you for not dropping by at the hospital. The nerve!
~
In his mind:
Here you come. Whooo. I really am getting nervous. My brother here keeps smirking at me. If only he knew how nervous I am. But wait, why am I nervous?
In her mind:
Oh there you are. With your brother. Why don’t you try to be like him sometime? He was my nurse but he stayed a little longer after his shift to be with us. But you. You. Ugh.
~
In his mind:
Okay. I should talk to her tonight. It’s not that I’m going to die or something. Breathe in, breathe out.
In her mind:
Don’t you dare talk to me… or else.
~
Him: Hey! What did I just say?
Her: Oh. Hey? After all this time, all you say is HEY?!
Him: Uhh. How are you feeling? Is there anything bothering you now? You might need more rest.
Her: Fine. I’m not getting discharged if I weren’t, right?!
Him: That’s good. Sorry if I’m at a loss of words again.
Her: So… Been busy? That you forgot to visit me?
Him: Huh? Uhh. Not really. Why do you seem…angry?
Her: Oh. Okay. Now I get it. You just didn’t want to visit.
Him: Are you feeling okay? You seem pale. You really need some more rest.
Her: No, no. I’m fine. If you hadn’t talked to me.
Him: You really are pale. Do you have a fever? Is your pulse okay? You are one stubborn girl.
Her: Trust me, it’s nothing. Oh, you have a twin. Wait, am I dizzy?
Him: Sit here. Hope no one panics. You look weak.
Her: Thanks. Wait. That touch. It’s like…like the nurse.
Him: Feeling better? You don’t seem to have a fever, and your pulse is in its normal rate. It isn’t faint or pounding either. You scared me.
Her: Yes. Better. Your touch… Could it be?
Him: Uhh. Did she recognize it?
Her: Is there any chance you were in my room the other night? I couldn’t be mistaking.
Him: Uhh… I…
His brother: Hey! Everyone’s waiting for you! Dinner’s served!
In his mind:
Whew! That was very close! Should I tell you? Maybe next time. You take care of yourself. Until I can muster enough courage to show my care for you.
I’ll give your medicine, when your tummy aches,
build you a fire if the furnace breaks~
In her mind:
Your brother really knows how to interrupt a conversation, huh? Well. Guess some things are better off unknown. But if someone makes me choose between you and that mystery nurse, I’ll choose… you? Even if you didn’t visit me, I still have this feeling I’ll choose you. Still you.
Put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink~
In their minds:
All I wanna do, is grow old with you~
MVJLO 08.15.11
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