The doctor had grilled me about my condition, but much to his dismay I couldn't give him any information on the subject. I didn't understand why or how this could happen to me anymore than he did. I was pretty healthy. I rarely got sick, I thought I was allergy free. The doctor ended up being even more baffled than I was. Nonetheless, he discharged me and scheduled a follow up appointment. I was supposed to come back the first of November.
I was excited to finally get out of here. It had been two days and I would be glad when I returned to the dank dormitory of Spenser Academy. But before leaving, I wanted to see my man. I smiled at the thought as I approached his room. It had taken me all of a couple of hours to realize what Reid was talking about when he said their was something on my face. I saw my reflection as I was leaving Pogue's room the first night, as per the nurse's request. I was convinced that I looked hideous, but of course Pogue pointed out that I was alive and how little he cared about my current appearance, because he loved me. This surprised me, because we had never told each other that we loved one another. I guess near death experiences will do that to you.
"Knock knock," I stated as I entered the luxury room. As I approached my boyfriend's bed, I could see his still, sleeping body. Smiling, I decided that I would use this opportunity to mess with him. I carefully climbed on top of him, basically straddling him. Leaning down closely I began planting kisses all over his face. Almost instantaneously Pogue opened his eyes, smiling when he realized it was me. "Morning sleepy head."
"Morning beautiful." My smiled stretched from ear to ear and I leaned down to kiss Pogue on the lips. I loved when we were like this. It just sucked that we had to go through such tragedy to get to this point.
"I'm probably hurting you," I said as I began getting from on top of him.
"No, you're perfect." He stopped me by pulling be back on top of him.
"Looks like someone's getting better," I said in reply to his strength. It was weird. It was like he had never really been injured. I mean I didn't weigh a ton, but his injuries were pretty bad and for me to be sitting on him and him to pull me like that…
"Yea I guess." There was a moment of silence as we exchanged looks. "So you're getting out today. What time is Sarah coming?"
I looked at the clock on the wall. "Uh, maybe in a hour. She's coming on her lunch break."
Pogue raised an eyebrow. "Then I guess we better be quick." My eyes grew larger than saucers.
"Pogue, no!"
"Come on, please." I couldn't deny there was a small part of me that loved watching my big, tough, manly boyfriend beg. But I didn't even mean for us to have sex the first time. I mean this is a hospital for Christ's sake. There are sick people everywhere! "I'm not going to see you for awhile." I bit my lip. He was right. I had a lot of work to catch up on and he had a long recovery to look forward to.
I smiled, "only because you asked so nicely." Pogue grinned and I leaned down and the connection was made. Once we started I always stopped thinking. It was like whatever I did just worked. He was happy and that meant I was too. The sound of the door closing startled me, causing me to break away from Pogue. "That was weird," I sighed.
"Just ignore it, probably the wind or something." I looked around, highly confused. The window was closed. Where would the gust of wind strong enough to slam the heavy door shut come from? Pogue just cupped my cheek and pulled me down toward him. Boys really did have a one track mind and my man was no exclusion.