then and there that I need to end things with Sterling. How can I stay with someone like him?
Liam comes back over to me and hands me a single flower, then walks back over to his computer. I notice that no other patients have been given a flower, and they didn’t notice. I inhale its scent. It has a light enchanting aroma, and is a pretty pale violet colour. It’s one of the nicest things given to me since this whole thing started.
I close my eyes and try to drown out the nausea taking over, and the events that occurred today. Then I realise I have no way of getting home. It's Hannah's day at work, and I assumed Sterling would stay.
Fuck
A wave of nausea hits hard. I grab the vomit bag and empty my stomach. Things sure seem to be going from bad to worse. I sleep for the next hour, which is helpful to numb the treatment, and my life.
When I wake, Liam is gone, but I watch him re-enter the room a few moments later. Today he is looking exceptionally handsome. His blonde hair is wavy, just below his ears. He is clean shaven, and I can see his immaculate grey button up shirt and black pants under his white coat.
As he heads towards me, I notice just how tight his shirt is. He must be nice and toned under that shirt. I look up, just as his green eyes find mine. I’d never noticed them until now. A nice jade green colour. It’s unusual that I’ve not seen any similar.
“How are you, Crystal?” he asks me, and I see his perfectly straight, white teeth.
“Better now that I emptied my stomach,” I reply, feeling weak.
“The vomiting is a nasty side effect, unfortunately. Has your husband gone to get you more ice water?” I can’t help but look away. I don’t need his sympathy. Poor little rich girl, in a shitty marriage, with no one who cares. I can’t buy my way out of this one.
“Crystal?” I look in his direction.
“Sterling had a work meeting he had forgotten about, so he left.” It sounds even worse when I say it out loud. The King of the jerks has deserted me again.
“What the hell? Why would he leave you here, alone and unguarded?” he asks, sounding angry.
“I’m getting used to it,” I snap, feeling scrutinized.
“Well, I’m not. The guy is a huge asshole, and he will get what is coming to him,” he snaps, sounding serious and frustrated.
I smile at his words. Yes, to all of the above; however, I’m not so positive when it comes to karma.
“Haven’t you noticed how the world works yet Liam? The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the assholes get away with murder.” No matter how many times I’ve wished karma would punish Sterling, it never once has.
“Is Hannah coming to collect you then?” he asks, looking concerned.
“Well, that is the other problem. She is at work, and Sterling was my ride home.” I hate feeling like a burden on the whole world right now.
“That’s okay. I finish at four today, so I can drive you home. You could pass out in a cab. You need to be watched,” he informs me.
“Only if you are sure. I don’t want to be a burden,” I reply, feeling like a charity case.
“Don’t you dare be silly. It’s all sorted, and you are far from a burden to me,” he declares.
“Thank you. I appreciate it, Liam.” I find myself unsure if using his first name in this room is appropriate or not.
I throw up again before my session is complete. I think it’s a mix of the chemo treatment and stress, which could be making it worse. Liam is right, I don’t need Sterling being immature and selfish right now.
“Are you okay for a ride home, Crystal?” Nurse Jane asks. I’m sure she saw my so-called husband take off earlier.
“That’s okay, Jane. I am dropping Miss Edgeworth off at home, as her husband was called to work with an emergency.” Liam jumps in before I can answer.
“Oh, that’s great! I was worried. I’ll see you in two weeks,
Liam comes back over to me and hands me a single flower, then walks back over to his computer. I notice that no other patients have been given a flower, and they didn’t notice. I inhale its scent. It has a light enchanting aroma, and is a pretty pale violet colour. It’s one of the nicest things given to me since this whole thing started.
I close my eyes and try to drown out the nausea taking over, and the events that occurred today. Then I realise I have no way of getting home. It's Hannah's day at work, and I assumed Sterling would stay.
Fuck
A wave of nausea hits hard. I grab the vomit bag and empty my stomach. Things sure seem to be going from bad to worse. I sleep for the next hour, which is helpful to numb the treatment, and my life.
When I wake, Liam is gone, but I watch him re-enter the room a few moments later. Today he is looking exceptionally handsome. His blonde hair is wavy, just below his ears. He is clean shaven, and I can see his immaculate grey button up shirt and black pants under his white coat.
As he heads towards me, I notice just how tight his shirt is. He must be nice and toned under that shirt. I look up, just as his green eyes find mine. I’d never noticed them until now. A nice jade green colour. It’s unusual that I’ve not seen any similar.
“How are you, Crystal?” he asks me, and I see his perfectly straight, white teeth.
“Better now that I emptied my stomach,” I reply, feeling weak.
“The vomiting is a nasty side effect, unfortunately. Has your husband gone to get you more ice water?” I can’t help but look away. I don’t need his sympathy. Poor little rich girl, in a shitty marriage, with no one who cares. I can’t buy my way out of this one.
“Crystal?” I look in his direction.
“Sterling had a work meeting he had forgotten about, so he left.” It sounds even worse when I say it out loud. The King of the jerks has deserted me again.
“What the hell? Why would he leave you here, alone and unguarded?” he asks, sounding angry.
“I’m getting used to it,” I snap, feeling scrutinized.
“Well, I’m not. The guy is a huge asshole, and he will get what is coming to him,” he snaps, sounding serious and frustrated.
I smile at his words. Yes, to all of the above; however, I’m not so positive when it comes to karma.
“Haven’t you noticed how the world works yet Liam? The rich get richer, the poor get poorer, and the assholes get away with murder.” No matter how many times I’ve wished karma would punish Sterling, it never once has.
“Is Hannah coming to collect you then?” he asks, looking concerned.
“Well, that is the other problem. She is at work, and Sterling was my ride home.” I hate feeling like a burden on the whole world right now.
“That’s okay. I finish at four today, so I can drive you home. You could pass out in a cab. You need to be watched,” he informs me.
“Only if you are sure. I don’t want to be a burden,” I reply, feeling like a charity case.
“Don’t you dare be silly. It’s all sorted, and you are far from a burden to me,” he declares.
“Thank you. I appreciate it, Liam.” I find myself unsure if using his first name in this room is appropriate or not.
I throw up again before my session is complete. I think it’s a mix of the chemo treatment and stress, which could be making it worse. Liam is right, I don’t need Sterling being immature and selfish right now.
“Are you okay for a ride home, Crystal?” Nurse Jane asks. I’m sure she saw my so-called husband take off earlier.
“That’s okay, Jane. I am dropping Miss Edgeworth off at home, as her husband was called to work with an emergency.” Liam jumps in before I can answer.
“Oh, that’s great! I was worried. I’ll see you in two weeks,
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