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“At one point I could swear you were sleeping in that chair when I woke up.”
“Yeah, when it first happened, I stayed here overnight. I have a few times since too. I just wanted to make sure you were okay before I left.”
“I'm better now. It would be better if you'd come over here and give me a kiss.”
She shook her head that she couldn't. “I don't think it would be a good idea.”
“After I saved people and almost died, you can’t find it in your heart to give me one little kiss?” I was pushing it, but when else would I get such an opportunity? I missed her and I really wanted to kiss her.
Beatrice sighed loudly to show me that she was not happy with the wording, and I couldn't help but smile. Of course, she would have to give me a kiss. I was in this sweet moment where most people were doing anything they could, bending over backward for me. Why couldn't I milk it just a little bit longer with her as well?
Beatrice clicked her tongue and told me that I was shameless. She would be the one to see through it, when everybody else did not. That was why Beatrice and I were supposed to be together. She saw right through me, all my shit, all the fears that I had built up, everything. I didn't know if there would have been a way to start earlier, back when she was seventeen before she ran off. I love Jericho, but the woman standing in front of me now was the perfect one for me. Maybe it took her leaving and me losing her, never finding anyone else like her, to put it into perspective what she meant to me.
“Can you blame me?”
“Of course I can. You are making everybody run around here for you, aren’t you?”
“Do you ever know of another time that I'll be able to again?”
Beatrice agreed that there wasn’t, and she smirked a little bit like it was funny, but there was also an expression that it wasn't going to do me any good, because she was not one of them. Beatrice might think my antics were funny, just as long as I didn’t try to use them on her.
She sat down in the chair next to me and asked me how I was feeling.
I was on my side because the bandages on my back were bothering me. All the healing, which was good they kept telling me, was just making it itch like hell. I would scratch it to settle the itch, but then it would leave it burning because I was not supposed to be touching it at all. I went from incessant itching, to pain, back and forth. I was miserable, quite honestly, and all I wanted to do was get out of there, get healed up, and get back to my life.
“Like shit.”
“Well, you look like it too.”
I smiled wryly. “Thanks, you always know just what to say.”
“And you never know when to stop talking.”
“Is this one of those times?”
She shrugged. “I don't know. It has been a lot since you went to sleep.”
“Why don't you tell me about it?” I suggested. I wanted to know what had happened. Something obviously had. The way she was acting, it was something big and it would be better for me to get some real answers.
I sat up a little bit in the bed, because it was apparently going to be pretty interesting if I should have heard about it already. Was it bad? Was that why she was acting so weird now?
“Are you pregnant?” It was the first thing that came to mind, and she frowned at me.
“Do you really think that you are that virile?”
I told her that it was just the first thing that popped in my head, and she shook her head. “No, I'm not pregnant. God, don't even say something like that.”
I was a bit offended by how against the idea she was, because for just a moment when it could have possibly been true, it sounded like a pretty good idea to me. She wouldn’t be able to deny us any longer, if we had that kind of connection.
“No, I was just going to tell you that I quit my job at the firehouse.”
“Why? I thought you liked it there.”
“Yeah, but after my brother came in and did the whole scene in front of everybody, it really killed things. You were in the hospital; everybody was looking at me like I'm some home wrecker because I split up the two of you, apparently the biggest bromance that Jericho had ever seen. They were pulling me in for disciplinary actions and before I could go through all that, I just left. It didn’t seem worth it anymore. What I liked best about the place was gone.”
“You shouldn't have.”
“I really didn't have a choice. With everything that went on, and the fact that we had a relationship even though we work together, it was best for me to leave.”
