Forever You by Lynn, Sandi (autobiographies to read .txt) 📗

love it when she wears her hair up.

“Hello, Ellery,” I said calmly.

She looked back at her phone. “I asked you a question,” she snapped.

I could tell she was pissed, but I didn’t care. “Nobody should have to go through this alone,” I said

as I sat down in the chair next to her.

She pointed out that she wasn’t alone, and that she had Nurse Bailey as she continued looking at her

phone. She wouldn’t even look at me, and it was seriously pissing me off. I grabbed her phone out of

her hand and put it in my pocket. Needless to say, she wasn’t happy.

“What the hell, Connor?!” she yelled.

She was just about to spit fire at me when Nurse Bailey came over and inserted a needle into her

port. I took a deep breath because I couldn’t imagine what she was thinking or going through when

that needle went in. “Cheers,” she smiled at Nurse Bailey.

She turned and looked at me; her blue eyes that once sparkled and danced were now dull and

pained.

“I’m here as your friend, Ellery,” I said as I so desperately wanted to take her hand in mine.

“Can I have my phone back, please,” she asked holding out her hand.

I reached in my pocket and handed her the phone. Our hands touched as she took it from me. Her

skin was as soft and warm as I remembered. I wanted to make it very clear to her why I was here.

“This is how this is going to work,” I spoke. “I’m going to bring you here every week and then take

you home. I’ve hired a private nurse to come to your apartment daily to tend to you and make you

comfortable.”

She asked me why I was doing this, and I simply explained to her that I owed her for the night she

took me home from the club. She was giving me that darling attitude of hers and told me she was fine

and that I could leave. God, I’ve missed her attitude. I told her that I was staying and that she was in

no position to say otherwise. She gave me a dirty look and asked me how I knew about her treatment

today. I explained to her once again that I can find out anything. I didn’t dare tell her that I was having

Denny follow her. She called me a stalker and then proceeded to read a book on her kindle. I opened

up my iPad and started checking my emails. After 15 minutes of silence, Ellery looked up at me.

“You don’t need to be here; I’m sure you have better things to do than sit in a room, watching

people get chemo for five hours,” she randomly said.

“Whether I have better things to do or not, this is how it’s going to be, so let’s be quiet, and don’t

worry about it,” I replied still looking down at my iPad.

Nurse Bailey came by and asked Ellery how she was doing. I was shocked by her response. “I’m

doing fucking fantastic, Nurse Bailey, because I know that probably by tonight, I’ll have my head

down the toilet for a good hour or two.”

I looked at Ellery and then at Nurse Bailey, “Ellery, that’s enough.”

The nurse looked at me sympathetically. “It’s alright; she’s angry right now and needs to let it out.

I’m used to it. I just try to make my patients as comfortable as possible.”

I leaned in closer to her and whispered, “Could you please stop being a smart ass? She’s only

trying to help you.”

She gave me a look and raised her hands to redo her ponytail. My eyes instantly went to her wrists

as the sleeves of her sweatshirt fell back. I nearly gasped when I saw the tattoos; my name on her left

wrist and the infinity sign on her right. Why the hell would she do that? I didn’t want to say anything

to her about it; I wanted to wait and see if she would tell me.

I got up and told Ellery that I’d be right back. I walked down the hall to the restroom to catch my

breath. I was speechless as to what I just saw, and I couldn’t understand why she would do that. As I

was heading back to Ellery, Nurse Bailey stopped me in the hallway.

“Listen, Mr. Black; Ellery is going through a bunch of raw emotions right now. She’s feeling sad,

anxious, depressed, and most of all, angry. She’s angry that this is happening to her all over again.

She’s angry at life right now. When she’s angry, everyone around her will feel it too. It’s a normal

part of the emotional process of having cancer and going through the chemotherapy treatments,” she

said as she put her hand on my shoulder.

“Thank you, I’ll remember that, and I plan on making her as comfortable as possible,” I smiled.

It was a long five hours. Not because of Ellery’s chemo treatment, but because of her attitude and

anger towards me. I don’t blame her for being mad at me. I was mean, rude, and out of line at the

hotel in Michigan, and I’ll find a way to make that up to her. I took her blanket to hold it for her, and

she ripped it out of my hands while telling me she’s got it.