Amethyst loves music and enjoys hip-hop dancing to spice up her dull and dreary life. But one evening on her way home from dance class, she hears a voice that drew her away from her route.
Caught in the act of eavesdropping, her life is about to change in a way she has never foreseen.
David didn't quite know what to do with the beautiful trespasser, but when he learned that she was injured, taking care of her was the only solution.
Little did he suspect that she was about to take care of his lonely heart in return.
I woke up groggy and hungry. My first thought was that I was going to be late for work when my body reminded me that I was in a hospital.
I lifted my bandaged hand and peeked at my fingertips. They were swollen and all kinds of horrible colours. I put it down and tried to reach the bell. It must have fallen off the bed.
It took some effort, and not without pain, to sit upright. Before I could swing my legs over, a warm hand fell on my shoulder.
I must have been too sleepy because he didn't scare me.
“David,” I said. I could feel the blush rising in my face. “I mean, Mr. Morecroft. Good morning.”
I felt like an idiot and shut my mouth. What was he doing here?
Instead of saying anything, he bent down and lifted the bell where it hung from its cable. I watched him press the button. A nurse came inside.
Embarrassed, I waved her closer. “I need to go,” I whispered, fervently hoping that he wasn't listening.
She nodded and helped me to stand. My ankle was strapped making it less painful to walk. After the fuss I had made last night about using a bedpan, she simply pushed her shoulder underneath mine, and helped me to the toilet.
Back in the room, having hobbled holding onto the rail, my audience was still there.
Once the nurse had helped me get back into bed, and rearranged the covers, David came closer.
“The surgeon will be here within the hour. We have contacted your employer and gave them the news. Your boss, a Mr. Henry, said that you have enough sick leave available so your job is not in jeopardy.”
I avoided looking at him as I thanked him. Mr. Henry hated his job and as a result made his employees' lives miserable if things were not to his liking. My being in the hospital would not be to his liking. I would need to look for another job when I was released.
I didn't mention that to David. I am grateful that the Morecrofts was doing this for me, but I didn't want more of their charity.
“Is there someone we can call for you. A friend? Husband?”
“No, it's okay.”
I know I sounded dismissive, but there was truly no one to call. I wasn't close to anyone I knew, and I preferred it that way.
Soon after a different nurse came to prepare me for the operation.
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