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Waiting Room
That’s All There Is To Do Here: Wait*
Jane knew she had a reputation among her friends for caretaking and even secretly enjoyed it, but this was not going to fly. Since when is a cancer patient supposed to be comforting callers?
“Here, take my phone. Leave it on the charger in some drawer or something.” She thrust the phone and charger at a startled nurse aide.
The kid looked spooked and Jane restrained herself. Barely. No one tells you that more than anything else cancer is just a major pain in the ass. It’s inconvenient AF and people? Oh my GOD, people are incredibly stupid when it comes to a friend having cancer. Twice Jane has snapped “I’m not dead yet!” at well-meaning idiots. Guess they won’t be back. Good.
That wimpy nurse aide is back, saying something about Dave waiting to see her.
“Dave? Dave who?”
Oh, shit. Dave. That Dave. That pretty boy from the city that Chris left her for. What in the ever-loving hell is he doing here?
“Let him wait. Tell him I’m in too much pain to see anyone right now.” That should chase him away.
Dave had already made it to the inner waiting room meaning he’d scrubbed, pulled on a wrinkly sanitized paper smock, and was wearing both a mask and a face shield. Based on nothing more than…
