life that he created. He only had himself to blame.
“I bet you have a stomach virus, Grandpa. Remember? I had one a couple of weeks ago, and all I did was sleep and throw up.”
Owen lightly chuckled. “Oh, I remember. I had to clean up all of those vomit stains inside the toilet that you made.”
“Ugh, it was gross. It tasted like nachos and green beans.”
“What’s wrong with nachos?”
“Nothing, I guess. It just tastes bad coming up.”
Scratching at his neck hard enough to leave four red lines from his fingernails, Owen forced a happier tone. “Hm. Well, if I am sick, I know who to blame it on.” Owen playfully pointed at Austin. “You, you stinky boy.”
Austin responded to the playful jab. “Nuh uh! I’m not…am I? I forgot to take a shower last night.”
“If you want, go ahead and take a shower and get yourself something to eat so you aren’t bored.”
Following Austin inside as the boy sprinted toward the TV, Owen threw his glove on the dining table. He had forgotten about the empty beer cans on the table as the glove knocked a couple of them onto the floor. Austin was startled by the loud clanging sound, but quickly recovered and turned on the television. Thirsty once again, Owen finished two full glasses of water, gasping for air after completing the second one. Noticing his wallet sitting on the kitchen counter next to him, he was reminded of his doctor's visit from yesterday and what the doctor informed him to do. Glancing over the embossed business card that the doctor gave him, many questions entered his head. Will I really have to quit drinking? He gazed at the beer cans in the floor. One of them wasn’t fully empty, dripping onto the linoleum. Great, another thing to clean up. What the hell do I do? Regardless, he couldn't give up. Not when the young man in the living room needed him the most.
Reading every little detail of the card, it came to his attention that the surgeon was a woman. Her full name was Tamara Sen, M.D. He scratched at his face for a second, oddly wondering what the woman looked like. Even at the cusp of death, he still wanted a female's presence, and a hot one operating on him might give him a bit more confidence. But his mind took a left turn, realizing that a woman’s appearance has no effect on their aptitude of their job. His brain took another detour when he started thinking about sex with the mysterious surgeon. When his thinking started racing, he had no control.
The bottom line was that he had to live long enough for the possibility of a surgery to even occur. Despite it being Saturday, he grabbed his phone and gave Dr. Sen's office a call. As the phone rang, he looked into the living room to see his grandson absorbed into cartoons with a bright smile pasted on his face. Just that sight alone was enough to justify this phone call.
He couldn't leave this boy alone. To do that, he must do his absolute best to remain alive. Opening the fridge, he gazed upon many ready to drink beers.
This is going to be hard…
Chapter 3
A knock on the door interrupted his calm and quiet Saturday night. Just before the startling sound from his front entrance, he had been watching a stand-up comedy special on his high definition television. While it wasn't particularly funny, it was just amusing enough to continue viewing. There were plans to grab a beer at a bar with a close friend a little later, but at the moment, he was relatively content. In one hand was an old fashioned glass filled halfway with vodka. A lit cigarette rested between his fingertips in the other hand, balanced over a blue ceramic ashtray.
The night was still young, only a minute after 9 p.m. Yet, he never received visitors, at least not without his approval. A rule he had made was that he be directly notified if anyone was coming to his home. He was a careful man, and for just reasons. He even required a few of his cousins and friends
“I bet you have a stomach virus, Grandpa. Remember? I had one a couple of weeks ago, and all I did was sleep and throw up.”
Owen lightly chuckled. “Oh, I remember. I had to clean up all of those vomit stains inside the toilet that you made.”
“Ugh, it was gross. It tasted like nachos and green beans.”
“What’s wrong with nachos?”
“Nothing, I guess. It just tastes bad coming up.”
Scratching at his neck hard enough to leave four red lines from his fingernails, Owen forced a happier tone. “Hm. Well, if I am sick, I know who to blame it on.” Owen playfully pointed at Austin. “You, you stinky boy.”
Austin responded to the playful jab. “Nuh uh! I’m not…am I? I forgot to take a shower last night.”
“If you want, go ahead and take a shower and get yourself something to eat so you aren’t bored.”
Following Austin inside as the boy sprinted toward the TV, Owen threw his glove on the dining table. He had forgotten about the empty beer cans on the table as the glove knocked a couple of them onto the floor. Austin was startled by the loud clanging sound, but quickly recovered and turned on the television. Thirsty once again, Owen finished two full glasses of water, gasping for air after completing the second one. Noticing his wallet sitting on the kitchen counter next to him, he was reminded of his doctor's visit from yesterday and what the doctor informed him to do. Glancing over the embossed business card that the doctor gave him, many questions entered his head. Will I really have to quit drinking? He gazed at the beer cans in the floor. One of them wasn’t fully empty, dripping onto the linoleum. Great, another thing to clean up. What the hell do I do? Regardless, he couldn't give up. Not when the young man in the living room needed him the most.
Reading every little detail of the card, it came to his attention that the surgeon was a woman. Her full name was Tamara Sen, M.D. He scratched at his face for a second, oddly wondering what the woman looked like. Even at the cusp of death, he still wanted a female's presence, and a hot one operating on him might give him a bit more confidence. But his mind took a left turn, realizing that a woman’s appearance has no effect on their aptitude of their job. His brain took another detour when he started thinking about sex with the mysterious surgeon. When his thinking started racing, he had no control.
The bottom line was that he had to live long enough for the possibility of a surgery to even occur. Despite it being Saturday, he grabbed his phone and gave Dr. Sen's office a call. As the phone rang, he looked into the living room to see his grandson absorbed into cartoons with a bright smile pasted on his face. Just that sight alone was enough to justify this phone call.
He couldn't leave this boy alone. To do that, he must do his absolute best to remain alive. Opening the fridge, he gazed upon many ready to drink beers.
This is going to be hard…
Chapter 3
A knock on the door interrupted his calm and quiet Saturday night. Just before the startling sound from his front entrance, he had been watching a stand-up comedy special on his high definition television. While it wasn't particularly funny, it was just amusing enough to continue viewing. There were plans to grab a beer at a bar with a close friend a little later, but at the moment, he was relatively content. In one hand was an old fashioned glass filled halfway with vodka. A lit cigarette rested between his fingertips in the other hand, balanced over a blue ceramic ashtray.
The night was still young, only a minute after 9 p.m. Yet, he never received visitors, at least not without his approval. A rule he had made was that he be directly notified if anyone was coming to his home. He was a careful man, and for just reasons. He even required a few of his cousins and friends
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