#Chapter5
I’m sorry
Lucille
I awoke to find flowers on my nightstand. I pulled the card out of them and looked at it with confusion. The small card read, get better soon.
I had no energy to deal with who gave me flowers. I used the bathroom, took my meds, and fell asleep.
A few hours later, I laid in bed like a lump. Someone knocked at my door.
/"Come in./"
I coughed. The door opened to show Grayson holding a brown paper bag. I sat up and looked at him, bewildered. He took a seat on my bed, setting the bag down and pulling out a styrofoam container. He removed the lid and handed it to me along with a plastic spoon. I took it and looked at him.
/"You brought me soup?/"
/"Chicken soup which is the best food when you’re sick./"
/"What’s the catch? Are you going to give me a bunch of tasks when I return?/"
I furrowed my brows at him. I didn’t trust Grayson because he isn’t a sweet guy.
/"No. Your mom brought your doctor’s note to me. She said you were sick./"
I sniffed the soup, pausing with a bite.
/"You didn’t poison it, did you?/"
/"No./"
He chuckled. I shrugged and took a bite. I ate what I could, then gave Grayson the container. He looked at it.
/"You ate little./"
/"I’m not hungry. I’m more tired than anything./"
I laid back down and hugged my pillow. Grayson looked at the flowers.
/"I see you got flowers./"
/"Yeah./"
I laid there.
/"I’m sorry./"
/"Are you sorry that you’re a king-size tool, or are you sorry that you’re an ass?/"
I didn’t care if I offended him. I didn’t feel well.
/"I deserve that./"
/"Don’t worry. When I return to work, I’ll be on my best behavior. I learned my lesson./"
/"No./"
I looked at him, confused.
/"Lucille, I don’t want you to change. You make work fun. I was wrong for how I treated you./"
/"Who are you? What did you do with Grayson Gray?/"
He chuckled as I looked at him. The dude has more mood swings than the weather. Within a few minutes, I drifted off to sleep. I needed rest which had become my new best friend, thanks to the medicine.
A few hours later, I found Grayson sitting there, observing me sleep.
/"That’s creepy./"
/"Sorry./"
I didn’t want to leave my bed which was way too comfy.
*****
Grayson
I’ve never seen Lucille this lethargic. It bothered me more because I caused it. I don’t want to see her sick again.
I noticed she had lost weight. God, I’m an ass.
/"Want to view a movie?/" I asked her, clearing my throat.
/"Do I look like I can check out a movie?/"
/"Okay, how about something to eat?/"
/"No./"
She won’t take it easy on me. I shouldn’t have pushed her away.
/"Shouldn’t you be at work harassing someone for not doing their job?/"
/"It’s my day off./"
/"And you spent it with me. Oh, joy./"
/"Is that a problem?/"
/"It depends. Will you be a tool when I’m better?/"
/"No./"
I shook my head.
/"Fine, you can stay and stare at me while I go back to sleep./"
She yawned as her eyes closed. I made a phone call.
*****
Lucille
Every day Grayson came by, bringing me soup and popsicles. He would stay and talk to me. I didn’t have the energy to fight with him. I hope he wasn’t a vast tool when I returned to work.
I asked why he wasn’t working. He told me the store gave him time off. Liar. Grayson never takes time off from work. When he’s off, he works.
I started getting better, and we observed movies together. It’s nice not to be comatose. I hate being sick because it’s horrible.
I even lightened up with Grayson as he lightened up more. He even laughed somewhat, which surprised me.
Eating actual food is even better. I’m sick of soup. I wanted something more substantial. Grayson brought a pizza over, and we sat on my bed while eating it.
/"Actual food./"
I took a slice of pizza and bit into it. That was pure heaven.
/"You like food, huh?/"
/"Food is life. Mom said you should have excellent food, wonderful drinks, and a delightful chat./"
/"Yeah, your mom ripped me a new one when you got sick./"
I looked at him.
/"I’ve learned never to piss her off./"
His comment made me laugh.
/"My parents are a trip. They wanted me to get a job and meet someone./"
I shook my head.
/"Is that a bad thing?/"
/"It wouldn’t be, but I met twits along the way. Guys are absurd. I’m waiting for a guy who can show me why he’s the one for me./"
/"You never know. The person is closer than you think./"
/"He might be, but until he proves to me he’s the one, the single life is fine with me./"
I took a bite and smiled as he smiled at me.
I refused to settle with a guy. I wanted more than most guys offered. I wanted someone that would show me why they deserve me. Give me that spark. I wanted a never-ending kiss. When a guy held my hand, he’d never let it go.
I wanted it all, getting it, even if I waited forever. At least, I’m too old to give a shit. The latter would happen before the beginning.