Chapter 14 - Don't Hesitate
Wesley sat once again in the waiting room, drinking from a cup full of tea that he had brought from home. The nurses were very polite in the way that they offered him some more of that coffee that tasted like tar, but Wesley was, afterall, a purebred Englishman.
The head nurse emerged from Fred's room, carrying empty water glasses and a pitcher. She told Wesley to go on in.
Fred's cheery face greeted him.
"Hello there." She smiled, looking behind him for any sign of Gunn. "Coast clear?"
"Yes, I believe it is." He sat next to her, placing a stack full of books and papers on the bedside table. "Are you sure you should be working in your condition?"
Fred rubbed her stomach casually. "I'm sure she won't mind."
He laughed as she picked up her Jeffery Deaver novel and placed a shorter stack of mythology, demonology, and criminology books by her legs, where it was easier to reach.
* * *
The young nurse pushed the cart down the tranquilly decorated halls of the second floor of the hospital. She frowned at her outfit: white nursing shoes and a set of scrubs with pastels splattered in the shapes of teddy bears throughout the ensemble.
'Really', she thought to herself, 'did you have to pick the nurse with the worst fashion sense ever?' She continued pushing the cart until she stopped at room 118, Winifred Gunn's room. Taking a quick look around, the blonde nurse pulled up her mask and dropped the powdery white substance into the tall glass of orange juice. She placed the empty vial in her pocket and mixed the drink well before carrying the dinner tray into the room.
"Here we are..." said the pretty nurse as she brought the tray to Fred.
The young mother smiled. "Thanks," she looked up to meet with the woman's sparkling green eyes, a spark of recognition igniting in her memory. "Wait...have we met before?"
The tall nurse stopped for a moment and looked at Wesley, then Fred.
"Yes, I do believe I have seen you somewhere else also." Wesley removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt.
Thoughts, no...excuses raced through her head. She tugged at the ill-fitting garments that she wore, which were short in comparison to her immense height. Her mother had always advised her to become a model when she was a child. "Well, I work around the hospital...usually in pediatrics." She smiled, "Maybe I've tended to your other little ones."
Wesley re-placed his glasses upon his nose and blinked. He turned a slight pink color. "Oh...we...this is our first. But maybe on a visit with my nephew Connor."
The nurse grinned and placed the tray in front of Fred. "Well, good luck with this one." She turned around, dropping something into Wesley's bag, which nobody noticed. She gently closed the door behind her as she left with the cart, rolling with a squeaky wheel down the hallway.
Once she was safely out of the room, Wesley took a long look at Fred.
She reached for her orange juice, remembering the doctor's insistence that she drink plenty of healthy fluids.
Wesley reached up and stopped her hand. Fred turned and cocked an eyebrow in question.
"Wait..."
* * *
The nurse pulled off her uniform and shook her long blonde hair from the ponytail which held it in confinement. She looked down at the unconscious nurse who laid on the sanitary floor of the broom closet.
"Thanks, babes." She grinned and slung her purse over her shoulder as she headed out of the building.
* * *
Angel blinked in surprise.
"Fred? Why would she do such a thing?" He shook his head.
Cordy picked at a fingernail. "I know. It's not like her to do anything like that."
He stood, pushing his chair backwards. "I knew she was in love with him, but..."
"And you didn't tell me!?"
"Well, it was kind of a secret, Cord. Sorry."
She shook her head at him. "I just can't believe it." She laughed, "It's perfect."
Angel grinned. "I know."
She stood, approaching him. "Soon, Gunn will be out of the way, and we can all be happy."
He nodded, wrapping a built arm around his lover's waist. "Finally." Angel reached over and pulled open the window shade, letting sunlight stream in though the window.
Wesley sat once again in the waiting room, drinking from a cup full of tea that he had brought from home. The nurses were very polite in the way that they offered him some more of that coffee that tasted like tar, but Wesley was, afterall, a purebred Englishman.
The head nurse emerged from Fred's room, carrying empty water glasses and a pitcher. She told Wesley to go on in.
Fred's cheery face greeted him.
"Hello there." She smiled, looking behind him for any sign of Gunn. "Coast clear?"
"Yes, I believe it is." He sat next to her, placing a stack full of books and papers on the bedside table. "Are you sure you should be working in your condition?"
Fred rubbed her stomach casually. "I'm sure she won't mind."
He laughed as she picked up her Jeffery Deaver novel and placed a shorter stack of mythology, demonology, and criminology books by her legs, where it was easier to reach.
* * *
The young nurse pushed the cart down the tranquilly decorated halls of the second floor of the hospital. She frowned at her outfit: white nursing shoes and a set of scrubs with pastels splattered in the shapes of teddy bears throughout the ensemble.
'Really', she thought to herself, 'did you have to pick the nurse with the worst fashion sense ever?' She continued pushing the cart until she stopped at room 118, Winifred Gunn's room. Taking a quick look around, the blonde nurse pulled up her mask and dropped the powdery white substance into the tall glass of orange juice. She placed the empty vial in her pocket and mixed the drink well before carrying the dinner tray into the room.
"Here we are..." said the pretty nurse as she brought the tray to Fred.
The young mother smiled. "Thanks," she looked up to meet with the woman's sparkling green eyes, a spark of recognition igniting in her memory. "Wait...have we met before?"
The tall nurse stopped for a moment and looked at Wesley, then Fred.
"Yes, I do believe I have seen you somewhere else also." Wesley removed his glasses and cleaned them on his shirt.
Thoughts, no...excuses raced through her head. She tugged at the ill-fitting garments that she wore, which were short in comparison to her immense height. Her mother had always advised her to become a model when she was a child. "Well, I work around the hospital...usually in pediatrics." She smiled, "Maybe I've tended to your other little ones."
Wesley re-placed his glasses upon his nose and blinked. He turned a slight pink color. "Oh...we...this is our first. But maybe on a visit with my nephew Connor."
The nurse grinned and placed the tray in front of Fred. "Well, good luck with this one." She turned around, dropping something into Wesley's bag, which nobody noticed. She gently closed the door behind her as she left with the cart, rolling with a squeaky wheel down the hallway.
Once she was safely out of the room, Wesley took a long look at Fred.
She reached for her orange juice, remembering the doctor's insistence that she drink plenty of healthy fluids.
Wesley reached up and stopped her hand. Fred turned and cocked an eyebrow in question.
"Wait..."
* * *
The nurse pulled off her uniform and shook her long blonde hair from the ponytail which held it in confinement. She looked down at the unconscious nurse who laid on the sanitary floor of the broom closet.
"Thanks, babes." She grinned and slung her purse over her shoulder as she headed out of the building.
* * *
Angel blinked in surprise.
"Fred? Why would she do such a thing?" He shook his head.
Cordy picked at a fingernail. "I know. It's not like her to do anything like that."
He stood, pushing his chair backwards. "I knew she was in love with him, but..."
"And you didn't tell me!?"
"Well, it was kind of a secret, Cord. Sorry."
She shook her head at him. "I just can't believe it." She laughed, "It's perfect."
Angel grinned. "I know."
She stood, approaching him. "Soon, Gunn will be out of the way, and we can all be happy."
He nodded, wrapping a built arm around his lover's waist. "Finally." Angel reached over and pulled open the window shade, letting sunlight stream in though the window.