Caine went to work this morning. I’m actually shocked at how hard I had to convince him to go. The man is a workaholic if I’ve ever seen one, yet he resisted going. I had to promise not to do anything “strenuous.” HA! I can barely move! I’m hardly in a state to go for a run.
I force myself to sit up, stifling a groan as my bladder protests the movement. I throw the blankets off me, take a deep breath and scooch to the edge of the bed. I sit with my legs dangling for a few moments, collecting the strength I need to get up. My bladder is screaming at me, move your ass Masterson!
I wish I could say that the dizziness has passed, but I’d be lying my ass off. The moment I stand, the room begins to spin, and I have to sit back down.
Fuck! I’m seriously going to piss myself if I don’t get to the bathroom! I may just faint in the bathroom if it comes to that because I refuse to pee in Caine’s bed!
I take one more deep breath and stand up. The world is spinning, but I force my feet forward toward the bathroom.
But, I don’t make it to the toilet. Nope. Before I know what’s happening, the world grows lighter, yet somehow, heavier all at the same time. It’s crazy, but I know exactly what is about to happen, yet there’s nothing I can do to stop it. And in one breath the world goes blank, and it feels like my soul is being sucked out of my body as I collapse to the floor.
“Mikayla!”
I hear a voice. Far away, but definitely a voice. I can’t make out what they are saying, but I feel a shadow looming over me.
I blink my eyes open and see… Kyle. He’s frowning at me. I feel his cool hand on my face, and slowly I come to.
“Mikayla?” he asks, and not quietly. “Mikayla, can you hearme?” he repeats. “Mikayla?”
“Yes,” I whisper harshly.
Then I feel it, and I’m so mortified I have to shut my eyes.
“It’s completely normal and natural,” he says. “You know this,” he adds soothingly.
Reading about physiological responses to fainting in school and experiencing a physiological response to fainting in life… not the same.
I know how the body works. I’m a nurse! Yet there’s something so terribly degrading about being a grown woman who just pissed her pants! I’m thanking the Greek god Ares, who visited me in my dreams, that I didn’t shit myself. That too is a normal response. But that, at least, I can say with certainty, didn’t happen.
The cherry on top of my humiliation is when Kyle bends down and picks me up! I’m covered in urine, and he’s touching me! Oh, my God! I cover my face with my hands, traumatized.
“What happened?” he asks as he carries me the rest of the way to the bathroom.
I kick myself because if I’d just made it five more steps, I would have been on the toilet! I look up at him, and he looks down at me with a quirked brow.
“Tell me why you fainted, and I won’t call Caine right now. We both know what will happen if I do that,” he threatens.
The bastard!
Caine has already taken three days off work in addition to the two he took beforehand when we went to New Mexico. I’m prettysure the man hasn’t taken a day off since he took over the ranch! Caine is not Superman, though he doesn’t seem capable of admitting that. I will not have him bothered now after just getting back to work!
“I had to pee. I got up, sat down, let the dizziness pass and then got up and well… that’s how you found me,” I explain.
“Have you eaten today, drank anything?” he asks as he sets me down on the toilet. When I don’t respond, a look of pure irritation crosses the man’s face.
Kyle is a very good-looking man. I find him kind of insufferable and a bit condescending, but I can easily admit that the man is hot, combine that with the fact that I’m actually sitting in my own urine right now, I feel the need to collapse in on myself and disappear.
“Well, Dr. Asshole, apparently when I stand up, I faint. So not sure how I am going to manifest food and drink in bed,” I argue, and yet, my voice is dripping with the tiniest bit of sarcasm. Fine, maybe a lot of derision.
“Caine didn’t leave you anything to eat?” he asks in disbelief.
Kyle walks out of the bathroom, to, and I can only speculate, the bedroom.
When he returns, he holds a glass of apple juice and graham crackers… the cinnamon and sugar kind… because I told Caine how much I loved those whenI was a kid. Apparently, he bought them for me. I smile as I look at them and my heart flutters with love for my man.
And he was going to let me eat those in bed! Talk about a mess!
“He did leave you food,” Kyle says, holding them up.
