I glance around the little waiting room while Mikal stands beside me at the receptionist's desk, signing herself in.
It's small, though not particularly crowded, and there's a TV playing Click, off in one of the corners.
Mikal drops the pen she's writing with and brings her hand to her face and moaning, like she's about to barf again, so I start scoping the area til I find trash bin on the other side of me and grab it.
"No no no no no" I quickly hand the trash bin to her "in here, in here"
"I-im..." she trails off, trying to indicate that she's fine, before taking it from me and retching into it. I wince, slightly, at the sound of it. "You okay?" I ask, as if I don't know the answer.
She tries to nod, spewing the remnants of whatever she'd managed to keep down until now into the plastic bin.
I take the pen before she can pick it back up. "Why don't you go sit down, and I'll sign you in?"
She nods, reluctantly. "I'm sorry..."
I give her a peck on the cheek "s'okay , go on. Go sit down."
she takes the trash bin with her and finds a seat, some odd amount of chairs away from the TV, and sits down with it.
"Well, I guess that answers my question of why you don't keep wicker trash bins around here." I joke to the receptionist while I sign the rest of Mikal's name and the time.
She chuckles at the remark and I return the pen, making my way over to a seat next to Mikal.
Mikal's glancing up at the TV when I sit down.
"Feelin better?" I ask.
She shrugs. "Kind of embarrassed though..."
"Don't be. You're probably not the first person to do that here, and you won't be the last."
She smiles a little. "You're just saying that."
"Am not, why do you think they know not to have wicker trash bins?" I tease.
This one gets a laugh out of her. "There are other reasons to have plastic trash bins, Zia."
"Can't you just let me try to make you feel better?" I chuckle.
She puts her arm around me. "You know you do, Z."
"Do I?" I smile back at her, as if totally oblivious.
She grins. "Much."
She kisses me before redirecting her attention back to the TV screen, where Christopher Walken is showing Adam Sandler the ways of his literal universal remote control.
"You ever wish you could go back in time, Zia?"
I look back up at the TV screen. "I mean, you can't change anything, the rewind feature is really just playback, so yeah. I guess I would."
"You wouldn't wanna change anything?"
I look around, to make sure no one's within earshot. "What? Like not offing myself?"
She shrugs. "Among other things."
I shake my head. "No...no I wouldn't, cause then I wouldn't have met you."
She smiles, leaning her head on my shoulder. "Well, that's true."
I nod. "So, what would you change?"
"I might chuck Eugene's tape down that hole." she chuckles.
I laugh. "It's not that baaad."
"The fact that you have to say that bad means that it is that bad."
"Oh does it?"
She nods. "Yes, it does."
"Mmmnn...If you say so."
