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How did a wonderful camping trip turn to shit? Our magical evening is clouded by cut brake lines and terror. If it is someone from Dakota High, I can’t wait to get on the field Saturday and lay into every player out there.
The creak of the back door wakes me up. The television is still on, lighting up the room. Dad drops his keys on the table and kicks his shoes off. I sit up on the couch and rub sleep from my eyes.
“Long night?” I ask.
“I could ask you the same,” he retorts and plops down beside me.
“Parker was in a bad wreck. He’s fine but scared the shit out of us.”
He inhales deeply and loosens the tie around his neck.
“I knew that Camaro was too much for a young kid. What were his parents thinking?”
“His brakes went out.” I omit the part about them being cut. The less my folks know, the better.
“Oh.”
“Are you and Mom coming to my game on Saturday?” It’s not surprising that Parker and Ryan’s parents are never at their games. Dad used to come until he got this better-paying job that required ungodly hours.
“I have a project at work. The deadline is Monday. I’ll be in the office all weekend. Your mom would go, but your siblings–”
It is too much for her to handle alone.
“That’s fine. I’ll be sure and tell you the play-by-play.” I force a smile. “I should get ready for school.” Dad stands at the same time I do.
“You’re a good kid, Colin.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
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Rightafterschool,Irushed over to the hospital. Today, Parker is getting released, and I am taking him home. I had to fight Colin for it in a game of rock, paper, scissors, but I won three out of five.
Parker is sitting up in his hospital bed with a wide smile. It’s sinister, and I can only imagine what is going on in that head of his. “What has you so happy? Ready to get home and have some real food and not this slop they have been force-feeding you?”
“And other things.” He says, still smiling. He reaches over the side of the bed; however, he struggles with his arm in a sling. “Can you help me for a moment, Abby? There is something I want to give to you. I just can’t seem to reach it with this damn thing on me.”
I walk over to the side of his bed to find a black paper gift bag with rose and skull tissue paper. “Is this for me?” I ask.
“Quite presumptuous of you.” He laughs.
“I take that as a yes.” I start to open it, lifting the tissue paper out one by one and placing it in his lap, and when I see what’s inside, I look up at him, my mouth dropped open. “And this is?”
“I may have bribed a nurse to go and get it for you. With it being my last day here, I thought I would need a naughty nurse to give me a sponge bath.”
I lift out of the bag a skimpy nurse Halloween costume or a sex shop costume. Honestly, I can’t tell the difference.
“And what?” I glare at him, “Nurse Agatha couldn’t wash you down, you hornball.”
He grabs me with his free arm and pulls me close to him, our foreheads resting on one another. “No one can make my body feel the way you do.” He says, placing a kiss on my nose.
It’s hard to resist him when he is being so fucking cute, “Fine, you win. Be right back.” I leave the bed and go toward the bathroom to change into my new skimpy outfit.
When I return, Parker adjusts himself in the bed at the sight of me. “It’s good I’m no longer connected to any of these monitors.”
“And why’s that Patient Stevens,” I say, grabbing his chart from the end of his bed, pretending to look it over like a real nurse.
