Page 6 of Candygrams

"Of course," She goes for my chart.

"Can he step out?"

That stops her and she turns to look from me to Storm. What did he tell her? That I was a sister? A friend? What lie did he use to make it alright for this doctor to come in here and have the chance to be with him?

"Can you give us a minute, Nancy?"

Nancy! As much as I don't want to be that woman - the one who turns catty around other women - I am. Nancy doesn't sound like a very attractive name. Oh fuck, who am I kidding? Nancy is a beautiful name. It is elegant and fits this woman perfectly. Okay, so maybe I'm not one of those catty women after all. She gives us both a smile and walks out shutting the door behind her.

"There’s no way I'm leaving you."

My temper flares. "Why? Are you afraid I'll tell Nancy what you've been doing for the past two weeks?"

He gives me a look that shows only confusion. No fear.

"Oh please. If you wanted to hit your doctor friend up for a booty call why not just show up at the hospital and stop pretending that you're here for me."

I cross my arms in front of myself and try to hold in the anger as best I can. Once I go home I'll rant and rave about what an asshole he is. Not here. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of being able to see how upset he's made me. Fuck him!

His lips start to tip up. "Are you jealous?"

"Why would I be jealous? I'm not one of the many who seem to have taken a ride. There’s nothing for me to be jealous of."

"You are. You're jealous." I've had enough. I get up and swing my legs over the side of the bed. I'm not to sit here and listen to him spew bullshit at me. "Hey, hey, hey, where do you think you're going?"

He's there when I become a little dizzy and have to grab a hold of something to keep myself upright.

"Somewhere you aren't."

He takes my chin in between his fingers and holds my face still so I have to look at him. No matter how hard I try not to.

"I’ve never touched that woman. The only reason we know each other is because...," he pauses. Probably searching for an excuse. "I sit on the board."

What now? It has to be the concussion that is making me slow to figure out what he is trying to tell me.

"I sit on the board here at the hospital, Candy. I promise it’s the only reason I know her. I have never been with that woman, nor do I ever want to." His lips come down on mine in a soft light kiss that is over quickly.

Before I can say anything or respond to him kissing me, a throat is being cleared. "Sorry, I should have waited another minute."

"No, she needs to see someone now." Storm puts me back in bed and the doctor, Nancy, goes through the exam, shining lights into my eyes, probing my head, and poking at the cut on my brow. I go over the events leading up to my fall one more time.

She leaves for a little while but comes back shortly after, "Okay, the way I see it you have two options. You can stay here overnight. Let us observe you and make sure everything is alright." I curl my nose up at the thought of having to stay overnight in a place where I'm not going to get any rest. "Or," she goes on but pauses before she continues.

"Or?"

"Or you can go home with Storm."

"What?" Maybe the concussion that we have all established I have has left me hard of hearing.

"Well, not necessarily Storm."

"I'm the only other option." Storm steps up on the other side of the bed.

"You can stay with someone who will continually check in on you and make sure you are easily roused and that nothing happens to you during the night." She looks me over and then glances at Storm and back to me again. "It doesn't have to be him if you have someone else you can stay with. But you do have to be watched."

"I could, um...call Bon Bon."

"It's late, doesn't she have a little sister."

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