Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 98202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 491(@200wpm)___ 393(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“No, thanks. I already ate two bags of hot fries, some Twizzlers, and a peanut chew that I’m pretty sure took out one of my fillings.”
Molly sat down in the chair next to me. “They’re helping him get changed. I figured I’d give him some privacy and let him sleep for a while. Rounds in ICU usually start about seven o’clock. It’s so late already; there’s almost no point in going home now. I want to be here to talk to the doctors when they come through.”
“So we’ll stay. These seats are pretty comfy.”
“You should go, Declan. You have to work in a few hours. I can Uber home when I’m ready to go.”
I shrugged. “Nah. I can juggle around my schedule. I don’t need to be anywhere at a certain time.”
Molly’s eyes stopped on the end table next to me and widened. “What did you do?”
I’d forgotten all about my project. Lifting the large Styrofoam cup I’d gotten from a nearby nurses’ station, I handed her the snack I’d prepared for her. “Only the reds for my little pee-pee girl.”
She looked inside the cup. “Where did you get these?”
I lifted my chin toward the snack machine, which I’d drained of every last bag of M&Ms. “They sold them in the machine.”
“There had to be ten bags of M&Ms to get this many reds. And where did the other colors go?”
“Thirteen, actually.” I rubbed my stomach. “And don’t worry, no unacceptable colors were harmed during the process. I put them all to good use—though my stomach might disagree right about now. You know, it’s a good thing these machines take credit cards. A buck seventy-five for one bag of candy? What a rip-off.”
Molly just kept looking at me.
“What?” I wiped at my face. “Did I drool on myself during my cat nap?”
She shook her head. “No. You’re fine. It’s just… Why exactly did you buy all these and do this?”
I didn’t understand the question. “What do you mean? Because you like to eat one color. Why else would I do it?”
“But you had to know I wasn’t going to eat this entire giant cup of M&Ms right now.”
I actually hadn’t thought about that. “I wasn’t suggesting you had to eat them all.”
“I know. I realize that. You didn’t spend more than twenty dollars and sit here separating the colors because I might eat them as a meal.”
I wasn’t following. “Okay…”
“You did it because you knew I was feeling down, and I’d get a kick out of it.”
I shrugged. “So?”
Molly reached over and took my hand. She laced her fingers with mine. “You’re a good friend to me, Declan.”
I knew she’d meant it as a compliment, but her saying I was a friend didn’t sit quite right. Our conversation earlier this evening felt like a lifetime ago now. But my feelings for Molly had changed sometime over the last few weeks. At first I’d thought it was just a natural sexual attraction. I mean, there was no denying she was a beautiful woman. But lately I’d been wanting to spend all of my free time with her, and I’d been questioning the feelings I’d thought I had for Julia.
Of course, this wasn’t the time or place to continue our discussion, but nevertheless, hearing her call me a good friend kinda made my gut feel like it had taken a punch.
Still, I squeezed her hand in mine. “Just doing what you’d do for me, if the shoe was on the other foot.”
She leaned her head on my shoulder. “I would. I absolutely would be here for you.”
***
“Molly?”
I woke to the sound of a man’s voice about 6AM. Opening my eyes, I found the last thing I wanted to see: Dr. Dickalicious standing in the waiting room. Luckily, Molly was out cold. We’d both fallen asleep an hour or two ago. I’d been sitting up, but Molly had spread out across three chairs, and her head rested on my lap. Since the asshole didn’t seem to care that he might wake her, I managed to gently lift her head off me and set it down on the chair so I could get up.
Nodding my head toward the door, I whispered, “Let her sleep. We can talk outside.”
In the hall, I dragged a hand through my hair and stretched my arms over my head. “Her father passed out at a restaurant a few blocks away. She was up all night.”
Dr. Dick planted his hands on his hips. “I just heard. She should have called me.”
Considering the problem wasn’t her father’s vagina, I disagreed. “For what?”
Will’s jaw tightened. “Well, for one thing, I’m a doctor.”
I folded my arms across my chest. “You’re never going to believe this, but this big building? It’s filled with them.”
Will rolled his eyes. “I could have kept her company.”
“I had that covered. You weren’t needed.”