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She came back from the bathroom after what seems like forever to me carrying the shirt she was wearing. What is she wearing you wonder? One of those little tight tanktops that can be classified as underwear. Nice.

I follow her across the room with my eyes. She flops back down on the couch and finishes her sandwich from where she left off before the mustard incident.

"What are you gawking at?" she asks, dabbing her mouth with napkin self-consciously.

"Where are my chips at?"

"You don't need chips Quincy, I was talking to one of your nurses and they said you had high cholesterol…" she trailed, eating another handful of chips.

Damn. What happen to patient confidentiality?

"So…it runs in my family," I reply, looking at her lick the barbeque spice from her thumb. "You are just going to eat them in front of me like that?"

"Sorry," she shrugs, turning to face the television. "That better?"

I can see her grin even with her back towards me.

"Girl, you better bring them chips over here," I threat.

"Or what," she tempts me, but thankfully she brings me the bag. "This stuff really isn't good for you though Quincy…"

"But it's okay for you right? You eat the same crap and fast food I do…so you probably have high cholesterol too."

She shakes her head. "No I don't. I eat my oatmeal in the morning.."

I look at her curiously. That statement seems a little random to me. "So. I drink my coffee with cream and sugar in the morning…"

She sighs, and sits at the foot of my bed. "Oatmeal helps reduce cholesterol." She says, matter-of-factly.

"So you have high cholesterol too."

"Did I say that," she asks, mumbling through a mouthful of potato chips.

"Ugh," I laugh, in disgust. "Nice eating manners."

My teasing causes her to promptly stick out her tongue…so of course I had to show her my "see food" too.

"Ew," she laughs, kicking her shoes off and folding her legs underneath her so that she's sitting in Indian style.

"Sure, just make yourself comfortable," I scoff, sarcastically.

"Aw. Thanks for the hospitality," she smiles, "You know this bed is kind of uncomfortable though."

"Tell me about it," I sigh, handing her bag of chips back, and adjusting my bed back so that I'm more in a reclining position than sitting up.

"Getting sleepy pops?"

"When are you leaving again," I respond, rolling my eyes.

"Um. Yeah. You must be getting sleep. You're a little fussy."

Ha! Ha! Ha! I'm the fussy one? She almost decapitated me half an hour ago, but yet I'm the fussy one. Oh well. I have to love her mood swings.

"I'm not sleepy," I lie, trying to stifle a yawn simultaneously. I'm sure that proves my case.

"Whatever you say pops."

I groan loudly, shaking my head from side to side slowly.

"Would you rather me go back to 'Lil Tommy Q'" she says, giving me an ultimatum.

I close my eyes and shake my head slowly. "I appreciate you telling the nurses about my Boyz! Attack days by the way."

"Oh you're so welcome. They got to see a clip of the "Pick up the Pieces" video on my phone too."

My eyes fly open and I look at her in horror. "That is so evil. You know that's war right?"

She shrugs. "Bring it on Pops."

"You know what? I just thought of a new nickname for you to call me…"

"What? Pops?"

"How about you just call me Big Daddy?"

She raises her eyebrow, and chuckles. "Or not. It doesn't have quite the same ring to it," she says, letting her bangs fall in her face, trying to hide her blushing. Then she suddenly becomes very interested in the empty chip bag in her hand.

"If I make this in…" she begins, balling the bag up in her hand, and pointing to the trashcan about 6 feet away. "Then I get another foot massage in the very near future."

"And if you don't get it in?" I yawn.

"What do you want?" she asks, her eyes gleaming.

What do I want? Oh…there's a few interesting answers to that question. I could lie, tell the truth, or a version of the truth.

I choose to just full out lie. "If you miss then you have to stop calling me pops for 2 months."

"Um no. One day."

"One month."

"One week."

"Two weeks and I'll give you two massages…"

She sits and ponders this for a while. "Deal." She responds, holding out her hand.

I shake it, and yawn once again, struggling to keep my eyes open now. She prepares for her shot making a deal out of stretching, and 'visualizing the shot' as she puts it.

"Just shoot," I laugh.

"I'm going to, it's all a process though."

"Right," I say skeptically.

She finally shoots. "And Miss Jude Harrison scores," she says, holding her arms up in triumph like she's just one the NBA championships.

"Bravo," I mutter. It's not like I actually lost anything. Giving her a massage is definitely nothing to complain about. I mean really—I get an excuse to have my hands on her. "You want it now?" I ask.

She looks at me sharply. "Excuse me."

"Your massage." She's so perverted.

"Um…no. I think I'm going to get going now," she replies. "You're half sleep anyway."

My eyes flutter open again when I feel her slide off the bed. "Don't go yet."

"Don't fret pops, I'll be back later."

"Seems so final though," I grumble trying to keep my eyes open.

"I'll stay until you fall asleep then," she chuckles, sitting down in the recliner beside my bed.

"That's much safer for you, you know…you shouldn't be driving alone by yourself late at night," I smirk.

"Yeah and like 30 minutes from now, it'll just be later, and 2 o'clock in the morning."

"Okay, I just want you to stay." I smile, winking at her.

"I know, glad you can admit these things under your drug-induced state."

"Drugs do make you braver don't they?"

"I suppose."

I close my eyes again.

"Makes you a lot more innocent looking too…" she murmurs.

"Really?"

"Looks can be deceiving."

"I'd throw something at you right now, if I could move and if I weren't so tired."

"No you wouldn't." she laughs.

"No I probably wouldn't. I love you too much."