I woke up with an oxygen mask covering my nose and mouth and a huge bandage on my hand. My head was swimming and my mouth felt like it was full of cotton. I rolled to the side and saw Bobby sitting in a chair next to the exam bed.
I groaned my embarrassment and turned away. “Oh God. Please tell me this is a nightmare.” I heard Bobby attempt to stifle a chuckle.
“Not a nightmare. Your dad said it was the blood loss. I’m supposed to give you a Coke and a cookie when you wake up. You want me to get it?”
I looked at him again. “Not really.”
“He said I couldn’t take you home until after you had it. He said you might faint again.”
I rolled my eyes. “Well I don’t want that to happen.” Could this day get any worse? I get asked out by the cutest boy in school, slice open my hand, and pass out in front of him. Wasn’t there a limit to the amount of humiliation one person had to suffer?
I sat up and took off the oxygen mask. Bobby passed me a cold can of Coke and a napkin with a chocolate chip cookie. I drank and munched hoping that I wouldn’t choke in the process and need the Heimlich or something. When I was finished, Bobby helped me up. I still felt a little shaky, but I could walk.
On the way to my house he told me that my dad said I could return to work on Monday, but that I couldn’t work in the kitchen until the stitches were out. He pulled into the driveway before asking, “So, um, about what I asked earlier. Do you think, uh, that maybe we could go out to a movie or something, you know, when you’re feeling better?”
“Yeah. I think we could do that.”
Well maybe one thing was going to go right today.
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Then this happens. And then the following.
Monday I returned to work after spending the weekend resting my hand, dreaming about Bobby, and worrying about Casey. I had never seen the side of her that visited Thursday night. It was as if a mask had been removed to reveal a different person underneath.
I knew she had her “plan”, but she had never once mentioned liking him, only “catching” him. Now that it was clear that he liked me, shouldn’t she be happy for me? Isn’t that what best friends do for one another? Be happy and supportive no matter what.
I stood at the counter boxing muffins and pouring coffee while those thoughts circled through my mind for the millionth time.
I turned to see Bethanne, a friend from band, at the counter. “Hey. How’s your summer going?” Bethanne was a year ahead of me in school. She was always nice and friendly, but we had never really hung out together.
“Okay I guess. Tracy Powers told me you were workin’ here. Do you like it?”
“Yeah, I do. Mrs. Thompson is real nice.”
“Do you know if she’s hirin’? I could really use a job to help out my mom and dad with some of my school stuff. I need a new clarinet this year, and it’s real expensive.”
“I don’t know. She said she was short-handed when Casey quit last week.”
“Yeah, I heard about that too. Sorry.” Her face pinched up and made me wonder exactly what she’d heard. “Can you ask Mrs. Thompson for me?”
“Sure. Hang on a second and I’ll get her for you.”
I retrieved Mrs. Thompson from the kitchen. She and Bethanne moved to the side to talk so I could take care of the waiting customers.
News travels fast in a small town. I spent the rest of the day wondering what news was traveling around about me.
This week’s post is inspired by a creative writing prompt from Trifecta. This week they asked us to use the third definition of the word mask (a device covering the mouth and nose to facilitate inhalation). So here’s the thing, I wrote the last section first, but then I realized that I was not in compliance with the prompt because I used the second definition instead of the third. Instead of scrapping everything, I decided to write an additional section about what happened in the doctor’s office. Sorry for the mix up and the additional length. Both sections are under 333 words.
Photo Attribute: Allie Pasquier. This photo was adapted via a Creative Commons License.