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  “I know you’re in pain, and I really think you are striking out at the wrong people. Your mom doesn’t deserve this treatment and neither do I. If you want to play the ‘poor little me’ card, I’m only too happy to let you wallow in your grief.”

  “I’m not playing that card; in fact, I was defending my actions to my mom when she told me how selfish I was by jumping over the counter. I would have to say that my action is likely the least selfish thing I’ve done my whole life, so don’t pretend that you have any idea what happened between her and me. How long have you known her? How many times has she embellished a situation to make herself look like the good guy? A lot, right? So when I tell you that you don’t know what you’re talking about, I mean you don’t know what you are talking about!!”

  Seth gave no response, but I knew I had struck a chord.

  “You know I’m right, so why automatically assume I’m the melodramatic one?”

  “I don’t think you’re being melodramatic, but I kind of agree with her. I mean, what were you thinking? You didn’t even know that kid. Did you have a death wish or what?” And there it was, no pride in the sacrifice I was willing to make for a stranger. No acknowledgement that I had quickly surmised the situation and gotten as many people out of harm’s way as possible. No admission that I had showed any level of courage. If this was truly how he felt, we really were at an impasse.

  I knew there was no need to argue. He’d never see my action for what it truly was - a valiant effort to do what was right. “A death wish? No, not even close. Maybe you don’t care that I did the right thing, but I know I made the right decision.”

  “I know you put a stranger above your family and me.”

  Without one ounce of emotion, I simply declared, “I don’t have anything more to say.”

  “Yeah, I guess I don’t either. I will be back in the morning and you will not be ugly to me. Do you understand?” His forceful tone took me a little by surprise. Seth leaned into me, kissed me lightly on my forehead, then whispered in my ear, “I miss you already.”

  After Seth left, I turned on the television. I didn’t want to overanalyze this conversation, the one with my mother, or the dream that kept replaying in my mind. Instead I watched mindless sitcoms.

  Several hours went by and the low illumination coming through my windows changed to pitch black. Without even realizing that I had drifted asleep, I woke up to someone standing in my doorway.

  The figure realized that he had awoken me and quickly raised his hands from his sides to in front of his chest with his palms facing toward me. He looked as if I was holding him up with an imaginary gun. He whispered from across the room, “I’m sorry, oh I didn’t mean to wake you.” He paused for a minute, I guess waiting to see if I was going to scream or say something. When I didn’t say anything, he continued with a little more volume but still barely over a whisper. “Hi, Lauren. I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to wake you. I just finished a call at the hospital and thought I’d check on you before I got back to work.”

  It was Max. That first night in the restaurant or maybe in the ambulance I noticed that he was handsome, but standing in my doorway in the dimly lit room, he was mesmerizing. The dark hair and tanned skin were what I had noticed before. As I looked at him again, he was tall and very muscular, his biceps over stressed the seam of his shirt. His uniform fit him perfectly. I caught myself imagining how amazing he would look at the beach. Before I let my mind run wild, I remembered the message on his answering machine from yesterday and a cold chill washed over me.

  “I’m good.” The iciness in my voice was evident, and I could see his reaction immediately.

  He stood for a second at the doorway as if he were in conflict with himself, then walked the ten feet over to my bed. Still barely louder than a whisper, “I just wanted to say hi. I checked your chart at the nurse’s station. You should be released tomorrow. Any big plans?”

  I could tell he was nervous, and I did nothing to ease his anxiety. The same frosty tone as before, “No, I’m just ready to get out’ta here.” I didn’t dare make eye contact with him because if I looked into them, I wouldn’t care about Missy anymore. I looked at his hand and didn’t see a ring, so at least he wasn’t married. I’m sure his girlfriend would be thrilled to know he creeps into other women’s rooms in the middle of the night to watch them sleep.

  I could hear the tension in his voice, “I can tell this is a bad time. I’m sorry. I’m a big time night owl and just assume everyone else is, too.” I felt him looking right at me as I kept staring off. “I’ve got to get back to the bus. I’ll see you later?” When he asked, I couldn’t help but look at him, reflexively but I quickly compensated for my momentary lapse and looked back down at the bed.

  “Yeah, sounds good.”

  Max stepped away from the bed, and I felt dread gripping me. There was no way that I should feel this conflicted, but I did. I was furious that he had penetrated my subconscious, not happy that he encouraged me to call him when he knew he wasn’t available, and now he stopped by in the middle of the night, for what? To see how I was? He read my chart before he came into my room, so he already knew I was doing fine. Did he know I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep now? I ought to give him a dose of his own medicine and ask him to call me at Seth’s house.

  The iciness in my voice from a minute ago was replaced by a tone of resentment. Although it would have been easy to let him escape and blame my annoyance on the late hour, I decided to let him know that I knew about Missy. No sense missing my opportunity for ticking off all three of my visitors in the same day. He was at the door when I asked, “Hey, Max?”

  He stopped dead in his tracks, still with his back to me in the threshold of the doorway. He angled his neck slightly and answered, “Yeah?”

  “Okay, I know this is none of my business, so it’s okay if you don’t want to answer,” though clearly in my mind it was not okay for him not to answer.

  Max pivoted so he was facing me but didn’t budge from the doorway. “No, go ahead, ask me anything.” He sounded so sincere. I wished I could ignore the shape of his body, the color of his eyes, or the warmth of his smile.

  “Who is Missy?”

  “Missy?” A pause without any expression on his face, “Who do you mean?”

  Anger welled up within me ready to spill over now, “The Missy you live with!”

  Max smiled widely. His expression was without a doubt, smug. He waited for a few seconds and responded in the most loving, heartfelt voice, “She’s my best girl.” He walked toward my bed as I felt my own heart plummet. His best girl? How many did he have? He didn’t even attempt to deny her or make up some sort of a story. Without missing a beat he was pulling his wallet out of his back pocket, “I just had these printed the other day. We were at the park a couple weeks ago. You gotta see her. She’s beautiful.”

  I looked down out of curiosity at what kind of supermodel she must be for him to be so enamored with her. He had one of those plastic pocket inserts for pictures opened to a picture of him with a golden retriever lying on the ground in a park with a ball. My embarrassment was dreadful, and he really seemed to be enjoying it. The buoyant look he gave me made me feel ever so small.

  “Well, don’t I feel like an idiot.” I felt my face flush a deep red. He was smiling at me as if he had played the funniest joke on me, and I had never felt more humiliated and thrilled in the same moment in my whole life. “When I called you and got your answering machine, and heard your message, it didn’t occur to me that Missy wasn’t a person. I guess I jumped to the wrong conclusion.”

  “Missy’s the greatest. The minute I walk through the door she makes me feel like I’m the most important human in the world. She snuggles with me at night, well, I guess, I work all night, so she snuggles with me during the day. She’s a great listener. I can tell her anything. So the female I live with runs on four legs – I guess that part of your conclusion was a bit off.” He smiled a warm smile at me as if my ques
tion about Missy really pleased him.

  “I feel stupid. I’m sorry I didn’t think to ask you like a normal person.”

  “It’s okay. Is that the only reason that you weren’t too happy to see me tonight?”

  “Yeah, pretty dumb, right?”

  “No, it isn’t dumb at all, kind of flattering to tell you the truth. If I were living with a girl, why would I give you the number to my house? What kind of loser does that?” His smile held and I was thrilled that he zeroed in on exactly why I was so angry. The fact that I didn’t have to tell him why I felt the way I did was refreshing. Then Max’s tone changed from jovial to serious, and he asked, “As long as we are asking personal questions, you wanna take a turn?”

  Feeling pretty good about the world in general at this moment, “Sure, anything.”

  “Who is Seth to you?”

  Bam, punch in the gut! I can feel that however he knows about Seth, this question has been eating away at him as well. How should I answer this? “I don’t know, why do you ask?”

  Frustration appeared on his brow. His voice was slow but steady, “I came by last night to check on you, and he was practically sleeping in bed with you. I asked the nurse who he was, and she said he was your boyfriend.” With this his gaze left me and went to the floor, “Well, is he?”

  Not wanting to lie to him, I uttered both words carefully, “He is.”

  Hurt, disappointment, regret, I couldn’t tell, but I wanted to crawl in a hole when his humor from minutes ago evaporated in front of me. “Oh, well then…Cool. I guess I’d better get back to work. I really am glad that you are doing so well.”

  Before he had a chance to turn and walk away, I reached for his hand and blurted out, “Max, you don’t understand. Will you let me explain?” Max nodded, but the look on his face didn’t waver. My urgency to keep him from leaving was accompanied with focused effort to make him understand, “Seth and I live right next door to one another. Our mothers were best friends in high school and bought houses next door to each other. They got pregnant two months apart. It has always just been assumed that we are together. He’s my best friend, and I know he thinks of me as his girlfriend, but I don’t think I am.”

  Agitation escaped through his voice, “How is that possible? Either you are or you aren’t. That really isn’t open to interpretation.”

  My response was slower this time, a little more calculated. “I’ve never been interested in any guys at school. So when people started to assume that Seth and I were a couple, I didn’t discourage it. We have never really talked about it before, and I thought we both felt the same way, like we have more of a deep friendship than any kind of romantic connection. Seth and I have never really been physical with each other, at least no more than you would be with Missy. Since there was never anyone who I was really interested in dating, it was just easier to go along with what everyone assumed. I never had any reason to rock the boat.”

  I could sense from his posture that he still wasn’t buying it. “Lauren, I don’t want to state the obvious, but I think you need a reality check. The way he was sleeping with you last night, I know that he . . . how should I say it? . . . doesn’t agree with your idea of the relationship.”

  “Yeah, I found that out last night. But I kind of think it’s just an over-reaction to the whole shooting. I’m guessing when I get out of the hospital, it’ll go back to normal.”

  I could tell he didn’t want to keep talking about it. “I’ve got to get back to work. I am glad you’re feeling better.” He started toward the door.

  “Wait, Max, I know you can’t stay, but I need you to know I do feel differently now. I feel like maybe it is time to rock the boat.” I watched him to see if there was any reaction; it was immediate, as soon as he had processed what I said.

  A broad amazing smile beamed back at me, his look not at all matching his words. “You do what’s right for you. Don’t get me wrong. I’m flattered, but I don’t want the reason you end a very long friendship to be because of me. I don’t want to come between you two. If you find yourself single and you want to get together, I would love to get to know you better, but I don’t think it’s a good idea while Seth still thinks you’re his girlfriend.”

  His words made my heart soar, my whole body felt warm and my heart rate began steadily gaining speed. Knowing how badly this visit could have gone, I couldn’t help but push my luck, “Max, I need to ask you one more thing. Just another minute?”

  Max glanced at the watch on his wrist, and I could tell he really did have to go. “Yeah, but I’ve already been gone for way too long. My partner’s got to be looking for me by now.” He moved a hair closer to me, and I could hardly contain my excitement.

  “I know this isn’t the best place, and I understand if you tell me no, but if I don’t ask, it’s going to drive me crazy. I was wondering if you feel anything weird around me?” This sounded so strange, but I didn’t know how best to articulate my question. I needed to know if it was only my imagination.

  Max looked me straight in the eye, “Weird, like what?”

  I felt the flush of embarrassment on my cheeks as I asked quietly, “Like, chemistry, a little?”

  Max stood still as a statue staring at me sitting almost straight up in my bed. His smile faded a little as he leaned into me and whispered, “You mean like this?” He softly slid his hand behind my head, pulling my lips up to his: gentle at first, then increased intensity until I found that I had wrapped both my arms around him, wires protruding from every direction, and my entire body tingled. I grew lightheaded as he eased his face away from mine. He gently lowered my head back to my pillow and moved his hand to my face. Max traced my lips with his index finger. After a few outlines of my lips, he responded quietly, “Chemistry, huh? No, I hadn’t noticed.” His wide smile reappeared with a vengeance.

  My heart monitor went crazy, jumping well into the 100s as an alarm blared to life telling the world what had just happened. Max reached over and pushed a button on the monitor and the alarm muted instantly. As he leaned in for what I was sure was going to be just as passionate as our first kiss, his pocket beeped.

  Max stopped, rolled his eyes and fished in his pocket, pulling out his cell. He looked at the screen with disappointment in his eyes. “Hey, we just got a call. I really have to go. Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for continuing this conversation soon, but I really can’t stay.”

  “I’d like that, too,” unable to say anything else.

  He kissed my cheek, “I can’t wait to tell Missy about tonight. Bye.” Max darted out the door as he sprinted off to save someone’s life. The jealous part of me hoped he was being called to help an old fat man.

  Chapter Seven

  The remaining hours until the sun came up flew by as my mind replayed our few minutes together. My stomach was in knots. I’d never felt this way before. From the moment he ran out of my door, I hoped that his message was a false call, and he would suddenly reappear. As the hours ticked by, I realized that I wouldn’t see him again before my usual string of visitors arrived.

  When the minute hand took the hour to five a.m., my eyes got heavier and my excitement with Max subsided, a little. Knowing one of the nurses would be in soon to check my vitals, I argued with myself on whether it would be better to just wait for the interruption before dozing off.

  By twenty after five I saw Felecia’s smiling face. “Well, aren’t you up early today? Can I get you anything?”

  “I wouldn’t mind some chocolate ice cream for breakfast.”

  “I’ll see what I can do, but don’t hold it against me if your chocolate ice cream tastes like eggs and bacon. Now, hand me that arm.” Felicia took my blood pressure, temperature and charted down numbers from the monitors I was still hooked to. She looked at the heart monitor’s paper sheet and must have seen the spike when Max stopped by last night. “Did you have a nightmare last night?” She didn’t seem overly concerned with her question and looked as though it was more important that she jot s
omething on my chart.

  I decided it would be much less embarrassing to have her think that monsters had entered my subconscious, instead of me having a midnight visitor who made my heart want to jump out of my chest. “Yeah, pretty intense. You can see a nightmare on that thing?”

  Her disinterest changed to what looked like genuine concern. “Was it the shooter? You may want to talk to someone about it. A professional can help you work through it, so it isn’t so frightening.”

  I smiled, but bit my lip, desperately wanting to laugh out loud. Reliving the shooting hadn’t even occurred to me as something to be fearful of. The strangest part of the whole ordeal was the utter lack of concern that it had happened at all. Somehow, deep down, I felt as if it were meant to be, the whole event needed to happen. “I’m okay. I don’t think I need to talk to anybody. I’m sure it was a one-timer.”

  She finished writing in the chart and gave me a discouraging look. “Okay, but there’s no shame in asking for help, or wanting to talk about something traumatic.” I nodded, and I was confident she believed she’d planted enough of a seed that she could merrily go on to her next patient. “All right, push the button if you need me.” Felicia darted out the door without another word.

  As I thought about what she had said, it hit me that it was a little strange that I wasn’t the slightest bit upset about being shot. I should be upset. I kept thinking about the man who shot me. I wondered if he was somehow overtaken by some force of nature to rob the restaurant? As shootings go, this was not nearly as heartbreaking as others that had happened in other parts of the country. It’s in the headlines all the time: “Twelve dead and four injured in a shooting today.” Something told me that had I not taken a bullet, I would have been hit by a train, run off the road, or any number of other things, to create a substantial enough injury to warrant medical attention. At least this was my new theory regarding the forces of nature and the fact that I somehow had to meet Max under extreme circumstances.