“Yeah, it’s going to hurt but the doctor will send you home with a prescription for pain meds. You’ll be fine if you don’t wait until it starts hurting to take it. But we’ll talk about that when I give you discharge instructions.”
This was an outpatient surgery so she’ll be sending me home soon. That means I have to work fast if I’m going to score a date with her before I go.
She isn’t wearing a ring on her finger but that doesn’t mean she’s not married or dating someone. I don’t know if nurses are allowed to wear jewelry at work. “Are you single?”
She doesn’t crack a smile as she peels my gown back to inspect my bandage again. “Yes.”
“Why don’t you give me your number so I can call you later? I’d really like to take you out to dinner or something.”
“Or something?” Her veil of hair has fallen again so I can’t see her face as she draws on my bandage. “I don’t go out with patients.”
No way I’m taking that for an answer. “Then it’s a good thing I won’t be your patient much longer.”
This is crazy as hell. I wake up from surgery, see this angel standing over me, and lose my fucking mind because I’m scared I’ll never see her again. I won’t let this be the last time I ever see her.
She releases my gown and steps back. “Dressing still looks good.”
“And so do you.” I know I’m coming on strong but the countdown is on. I need to persuade her to go out with me before she kicks my ass out of this bed.
“I don’t date players.”
I point to my injured shoulder. “Mets put me on the bench. Not a player anymore.”
“I think we both know you are.” Her eyes lock with mine and I see her. I mean I really see her.
“Wait. I know you. You’re… her.” Ashlyn, from five years ago.
She quickly looks away without a reply. “Doc will be in to round on you in a bit and we’ll see about getting you out of here.”
She’s the one. I’m certain of it.
The girl I met five years ago at a party.
The girl in my bed who slipped away in the middle of the night.
The girl I haven’t been able to forget.