Chapter 2: The Crap They Call Food
[Dean]
The next day after his classes, Dean walked into the Connecticut Memorial Hospital. He was a little late. Lindsay's new boyfriend had taunted him and beat him up. He hid his face as he walked through the doors.
"Forester, your late," Ellen said.
"I know," Dean said. "I'm sorry."
He took the work list from her and signed in. Then he handed it back to her.
"You've got a huge bruise on your cheek, Forester," Ellen said. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Dean said, grabbing the lunch trays and got in the elevator before Ellen could start questioning.
Ellen was a middle-aged lady who was mean to everyone. She didn't care about him or anyone else. Now she had the nerve to act all concerned. He didn't want to deal with her now.
Dean got off on the second floor. Oh, god, here we go, he thought to himself. Another day of wheeling around crap they called food. After a few rooms he walked inside room 214 only to find an upsetting sight.
It was Rory's room. She was watching a rerun of Happy Days. Her leg was in a cast and her arm was in a sling. Her beautiful face was scratched up and bruised. It killed him to see her like this. Dean cleared his throat and got Rory's attention. A huge smile spread across her face.
[Rory]
"Dean?" Rory said. "Dean Forester?"
"Yup," Dean said, wheeling in the cart. "That's me."
"You don't recognize me, do you?"
"Of course I do, Rory. You're a pretty unforgettable person. How are you?"
"You know what happened last night, don't you?"
"Yeah, I was there."
"That's right. I forgot. My mom told me."
"So, how are you?"
"Bored out of my mind. What are you doing here?"
"I'm an orderly."
"An orderly? You?"
"Yeah. I'm delivering the crap they call food here."
"I didn't think it was terrible."
Rory stared down at the soup in front of her. It looked gross. She tasted it. It had no taste. Dean came over and took the tray away from her.
"Okay, you're not eating this crap," Dean said. "My lunch break is coming up. There's a deli across the street. I'll get you something from there."
"You don't have to do that," Rory said.
"I know. I want to. What do you want?"
"What to they have?"
Dean went outside the room and came back with a menu.
"They have menus of nearby restaurants outside," he said, tossing the menu to Rory. "Take a look and tell me what you want."
Rory scanned the menu and settled on the mozzarella, tomato and basil with Gatorade.
"Okay," Dean said. "I'll be back at 1:30."
"Okay," Rory said.
They said good-bye and Dean walked out. Not far away from her bed, a piece of paper fell, but Dean didn't notice. When he left, Rory took the grabbing tongs that her mother brought from her the following morning and picked up the piece of paper.
Rory looked at the paper. What she read horrified her. Dean was on academic probation! This has to be wrong, Rory thought. Dean's smart. He doesn't get grades like this. But, the letter wasn't wrong. I'll ask him about it when he comes back, Rory thought folding the letter up.
To Be Continued............
A/N: Okay, I know I have a whole mozzarella tomato and basil thing. It's the first thing I would get in a deli and it was the first thing that came to mind. Anyways, chapter 3 is coming soon.
[Dean]
The next day after his classes, Dean walked into the Connecticut Memorial Hospital. He was a little late. Lindsay's new boyfriend had taunted him and beat him up. He hid his face as he walked through the doors.
"Forester, your late," Ellen said.
"I know," Dean said. "I'm sorry."
He took the work list from her and signed in. Then he handed it back to her.
"You've got a huge bruise on your cheek, Forester," Ellen said. "You okay?"
"Yeah," Dean said, grabbing the lunch trays and got in the elevator before Ellen could start questioning.
Ellen was a middle-aged lady who was mean to everyone. She didn't care about him or anyone else. Now she had the nerve to act all concerned. He didn't want to deal with her now.
Dean got off on the second floor. Oh, god, here we go, he thought to himself. Another day of wheeling around crap they called food. After a few rooms he walked inside room 214 only to find an upsetting sight.
It was Rory's room. She was watching a rerun of Happy Days. Her leg was in a cast and her arm was in a sling. Her beautiful face was scratched up and bruised. It killed him to see her like this. Dean cleared his throat and got Rory's attention. A huge smile spread across her face.
[Rory]
"Dean?" Rory said. "Dean Forester?"
"Yup," Dean said, wheeling in the cart. "That's me."
"You don't recognize me, do you?"
"Of course I do, Rory. You're a pretty unforgettable person. How are you?"
"You know what happened last night, don't you?"
"Yeah, I was there."
"That's right. I forgot. My mom told me."
"So, how are you?"
"Bored out of my mind. What are you doing here?"
"I'm an orderly."
"An orderly? You?"
"Yeah. I'm delivering the crap they call food here."
"I didn't think it was terrible."
Rory stared down at the soup in front of her. It looked gross. She tasted it. It had no taste. Dean came over and took the tray away from her.
"Okay, you're not eating this crap," Dean said. "My lunch break is coming up. There's a deli across the street. I'll get you something from there."
"You don't have to do that," Rory said.
"I know. I want to. What do you want?"
"What to they have?"
Dean went outside the room and came back with a menu.
"They have menus of nearby restaurants outside," he said, tossing the menu to Rory. "Take a look and tell me what you want."
Rory scanned the menu and settled on the mozzarella, tomato and basil with Gatorade.
"Okay," Dean said. "I'll be back at 1:30."
"Okay," Rory said.
They said good-bye and Dean walked out. Not far away from her bed, a piece of paper fell, but Dean didn't notice. When he left, Rory took the grabbing tongs that her mother brought from her the following morning and picked up the piece of paper.
Rory looked at the paper. What she read horrified her. Dean was on academic probation! This has to be wrong, Rory thought. Dean's smart. He doesn't get grades like this. But, the letter wasn't wrong. I'll ask him about it when he comes back, Rory thought folding the letter up.
To Be Continued............
A/N: Okay, I know I have a whole mozzarella tomato and basil thing. It's the first thing I would get in a deli and it was the first thing that came to mind. Anyways, chapter 3 is coming soon.