The Doorstep Diaries, Day 17

The girlfriend came back today. She was excited about something. Wore make-up, too. Not the best colors, but she was trying. A skirt, too. She never wears skirts. She is no Sally.

Smiled a lot, too though. Giddy. That’s the word. She was giddy.

She made him all smiles, too. She leaned in from her seat on the side of the bed and whispered something to him. Then she did something naughty. All the make-up and legs, the whisper, all so she could prep herself to reach down and pinch his crotch.

Pity the nurse saw it.

“Cough, cough,” the nurse said. She took his tray of Jell-o.

The boy and girl blushed. She pulled her hand back like she had been stung by something Down There, but then placed it lightly on his shoulder. No nurse would interfere with all this preparation. Make up is no easy thing.

When the nurse set the tray down and then opened the blinds, then checked the monitor and tapped the I.V. it was clear. She would hover. Not in her hospital. Not on her watch. This was a place of business.

The girl pursed her lips. Not on her watch then. Fine. She leaned in and kissed the boy right on the lips and topped it off with another pinch. Now the nurse blushed, but it was not pretty.

Nurses never are. She took the Jell-o and left behind the girl, who squeezed in a glance back at her boy before being ushered out. He put his hands behind his head. He never looked so happy.

Milky Way and Doritos from the vending machine down the hall. Lord.