me his chart before leaving.
I turn around and realize that all of them are staring at me. I swallow hard but make sure to keep the fake smile on my face. “So, it appears that you’ll be spending some time here.” I say as I move around and go about fixing up his IV. “I’m going to see when your last dose of pain meds was and see if you’re due for anything. Do you need anything else before I leave?” I ask politely, even though I may or may not have to grit my teeth while I do.
“Can we talk?” Danny asks, giving me puppy dog eyes that I will not be falling for.
“About your injury, surgery, or recovery….sure.” I say dully.
“Did it just get chilly in here, or is it just me?” Is muttered from one of the girls behind me, but I’m not sure which one.
“Downright frigid.”
I stare, emotionless into his eyes, not giving him an inch. He blinks slowly with a look of defeat. “Some more pain meds would be great, Stace.” I flinch at the use of my nickname, a move that he doesn’t miss.
I give him a tight smile. “Right. I’ll go check on that and let you know.”
I turn on my heel and walk out of the room, closing the door behind me.
I walk back to the nurses station and plop down into my chair. I close my eyes and bang my head against the headrest. I can do this. Really, I can. A lot of people have to see their exes.
Sure, most of them aren’t still completely and utterly in love with theirs, but whatever. I can totally pretend like my chest doesn’t feel hollow whenever I look at him. Or how I dream about laying on his chest every night. Or how I miss how he would just randomly kiss my head or cheek. Or how being in his arms was the happiest that I’ve ever been in my entire life.
Yeah, no biggie. I can definitely pretend that I’m not dying inside at all. Who cares if I feel like I’m going to vomit at any second. Nope, not me. I am totally over him and his sexy, loving, sweet, and charming self.
Ahhh, I want to throw up even more now.
I look at the black clock on the wall and realize that I still have seven more hours of my shift. Fuck my life. I couldn’t at least luck out and have it been the end of my shift?
I log back into the computer since it logs us off after like two freaking seconds of inactivity. I get patient confidentiality, but damn is it annoying to have to login a million and one times a day.
I look up Danny’s chart and see that I can give him some pain meds in thirty minutes. Awesome. That means that I can avoid him until then. Then I can give him more medicine and hope that he passes out for the rest of my shift. With any luck, I’ll only have to see him three times, four times maximum this shift.
Three Hours Later:
Obviously, God hates me and I’m the world’s worst human being because I have had to see or hear about Danny over eighty-nine times. Okay, I might be exaggerating, but it sure feels like that much.
If it isn’t Sage or the girls coming around and asking for something for Danny (seriously who needs so much water and crackers?), it’s one of the other nurses talking about the hottie in room 624. I can’t get away from him. And of course he didn’t pass out from the pain medication. Nope, not Danny Sobihan, he’s wide freaking awake! He just stares at me with these sad eyes that make me want to hit and kiss him at the same time.
“Hey Stacey?” I look up and see Sage and the girls standing in front of the nurses station. They all have their purses with them, which doesn’t bode well for me. As unnerving it is having them all stare at me when I walk into his room, it’s nice to have them as a barrier. Dammit.
“Yes. Do you need something?” I ask politely. Not their fault that they adore the man that I’m trying, and failing miserably, to live without.
“We’re going to head home and let Danny get some rest.” Sage states.
I smile up at all of them. “Okay, don’t worry, if anything happens I’ll make sure to update you. But I’m sure that he’ll