Chapter 2: Old Friend Why Are You So Shy?
After I saw my fiancé and his new female friend, I threw my ring off onto the floor and went into my grandfather's office. I told him that I needed the rest of the day off. I left work, at around noon, and went to BBQ Bob's, the restaurant that my grandfather and father owned. When I got there, Jesse was there working on his day off from the hospital. I ordered a shot of my favorite whiskey. Jesse told me, "You shouldn't be drinking, especially if you have to go back to the hospital." "I took the rest of the day off," I said. I didn't want to go into it with Jesse about why I took the day off and I figured that he would hear about it from the hospital gossip anyway. I ordered a sandwich and got a soda. I ate in peace, paid for my meal, left a tip, and went home. When I got home, I took a shower, and after my shower I got wrapped into my robe with my pajamas on and popped two bags of extra butter popcorn and made a rum and diet coke using the alcohol that grandpa kept in the cabinet. I made my drink extra strong. I went outside for a moment while my popcorn was popping, and just looked out into the water. When I heard my food done, I found the sappiest romance movie on television that I could find and watched it with my rum and diet coke and my popcorn. When the movie was halfway over, I made myself another rum and diet coke and found the ice cream container in the freezer. When the movie was over, I put the ice cream container back in the freezer, cleaned up my drink stuff and the popcorn bowl and make sure that everything was in the dishwasher. I turned on the dishwasher and went back into my room to take a nap. I cried myself to sleep as I tried to take a nap. I finally fell asleep around a little after three o'clock in the afternoon. I woke up when I felt my bed move down. It was dad. He came home around 4:00pm when Jesse had called him, asking him to go and check on me due to that I had had a drink at Bob's earlier and he had wanted to make sure that I had gotten home safely. Dad sat with me for a while. I told him that I had a bit of a headache and that I needed to sleep it off. Dad felt my forehead to make sure that I wasn't getting a fever or anything. After he felt my forehead, he got a damp cloth for my head. After he left my room, grandpa came home and told dad what had happened at the hospital today with Ryan. I took some personal time off for the next few days and decided to fly up to Manhattan, NY. I wanted to spend some time with my mom for some odd reason. I paid for a nonstop ticket to New York and that night I told grandpa, dad and Amanda that I was going to go up to New York for a few days and see mom and also to get my mind off of things that were going on with my life and especially after what happened with breaking up with my fiancé. After dinner that night, I packed my bags and took them out to the car. After taking them to the car, I went back into the house. I sat down on my bed and started to cry. Amanda came and knocked on my door, she, dad and grandpa were worried about me. I told her that I was fine. She asked me if I was hungry at all, I told her no and that I didn't have much of an appetite. I went to bed that night and I tossed and I turned. The next morning when I got up, I did my usual business. I got into the shower and got into some comfortable clothes for the plane ride to New York. I had some coffee and grandpa made me my favorite breakfast meal: two chocolate chip pancakes, scrambled egg whites and turkey bacon. After I had had breakfast, I made sure that I had my wallet in my purse along with my plane ticket. Dad took me to the airport; he parked outside and went inside with me to make sure that I had checked in ok. Once I was checked in, we said our goodbyes and I told him that I would see him in a few days. After I went through security, I found my gate and sat and waited until they called for first class passengers. I got up and grabbed my purse and ticket and went onto the plane. A man sat down next to me. He introduced himself as Dr. Alex Smith. He was in the Navy and was about to start his work up in Manhattan, New York. We talked a little bit on the plane and I told him that I was an E.R doctor at Community General Hospital. He said that he worked there before joining the Navy. We talked a little bit more. After the plane took off, we both were quiet. I fell asleep after we were at 10,000 feet. I leaned my chair back and closed my eyes. Alex found my pillow and put it in between the window and my head. My head turned towards the window and I found a pillow there. After about thirty to forty-five minutes of flying the pilot came on the intercom and made his announcements from the flight deck. The intercom woke me up. I sat up a bit groggy and yawned. I moved my chair back up so that it wasn't leaning back anymore. Drinks and meals were served and so were snacks. I generously said thank you to both the flight attendant and my aisle mate. After we were done with our meals and drinks, I decided to rest a bit more. I put my iPod in, and turned it to one of the albums I had on it. The album was Adele's 21 Album, and the song was Someone Like You. I listened to the words and it made me start tearing up a bit. The next thing I knew, Alex was leaning towards me wiping my tears away. I said thank you, and he gave me a small kiss on the forehead. It was about three hours into the flight and the captain came on the intercom again saying that we had another two and a half hours before we landed. I went back to sleep, but before I did, I went into the bathroom and was ill. I didn't know what was wrong with me at all. I got a damp paper towel and put it on the back of my neck and got another one for my face. I wiped my face and my neck, threw them both away and went to sit back down in my seat for the duration of the flight. After I was sitting back in my seat, I picked up a magazine from the seatback in front of me. When I leaned forward, I felt dizzy and had to lean back and close my eyes. After the mini dizzy spell went away, I leaned forward for the magazine again, and dizziness overcame me again. My body fell kind of limp in my seat. Alex helped me to lean back in my chair and to move the chair back. He got his medical bag from under the seat in front of him, and took out the blood pressure cuff. He put the blood pressure cuff on my arm and checked my blood pressure. He then took out his stethoscope and listened to my heart in the front and in the back. He asked the flight attendant for a small bag of ice and a damp cool cloth. He got a paper towel from the flight attendant also and he put the ice on the back of my neck and the damp washcloth on my forehead. After I came too after about twenty minutes, Alex helped me to sit back up in my seat and he asked how I was feeling. I told him that I felt ok, and that I was just tired. Alex handed the flight attendant a note to give to the captain for when we landed in New York. The flight attendant came back with a piece of paper from the captain. When we landed, and when the fasten seatbelt sign went off, everyone got their stuff. I was told to wait and just sit and relax. After about fifteen minutes, one of the gate workers came down with the paramedics. Dr. Smith told the paramedics what had happened on the flight. They helped me into a wheel chair and rolled me out. Alex got my bag from above where I was sitting. We went down to the baggage claim area, and my bag was the first one off. Dr. Smith's was the second one off. I called my mom and told her to meet me at the hospital.