Marathon, part 3 of 5
"Where are the boys?" I wondered, and somehow I think we both knew which one in particular I was referring to.
"Nick went with Joe to go get some coffee, that poor boy has been up since you got admitted last night." I always thought it was funny how Mrs. Jonas always referred to the boys as 'that' boy or 'those' boys. It was just the way she was though, and we all loved her for it.
"He has? Tell him I'm going to kick his butt for that. He knows he doesn't take care of his diabetes when he's overly tired..." I wanted to add that he seemingly has no problem doing so when he's drunk, but I didn't want to give Mrs. Jonas a heart attack right then and there.
"I know darling. That boy's going to lose control of his sugars one of these days, you just wait." Mrs. Jonas tisked, as she wiped at a smudge on my cheek.
"Has... uhm. Nick had a chance to talk to you yet?" I asked lightly, trying to fill myself in on what had happened during the time when I was seemingly dead to the world.
"He sure has, honey, and Mr. Jonas and I are so happy for you two. We have been waiting for this day for a very long time." Just then she took in the wires and machines I was attached to at the moment. "Well, not exactly this day..."
"Do they know what's wrong yet?" I wondered, readjusting my arm to dislodge a wire from the crevice it had made on my wrist.
"No darling, they have been trying to narrow it down for hours from what I hear, but they can't seem to put there fingers on it." She shook her head, and stroked my hair frigidly.
"Oh, okay. Have you talked to my parents?" My parents were on hiatus in Africa for a few weeks, and they had left me in charge of the house while they were gone.
"Only for a few minutes, they have limited phone access over there... They were trying very hard to get a flight, but there isn't one for at least two more weeks. They asked us to take care of you until they got back, so you are going to stay with us in the guest bedroom. Kevin is at your house with Paul packing you some things to get you by until you are well enough to go home and pack for yourself." She glanced out the window then back to me, and gave me a light smile.
"You're up!" Joe shouted, running in and basically tackling Mrs. Jonas to give me a hug.
"Can't breathe!" I choked out, trying to loosen his tight grip.
"Sorry," He sighed, quickly dropping his arms. "I was just so scared for you."
"I told you I shouldn't have gone for coffee..." Nick muttered, sipping his latte.
"Now Nicholas, you could barely keep your eyes open," Mrs. Jonas soothed, resting a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't care; I wanted to be here when she woke up..." Nick pouted, slurping down the last gulp.
"It's okay Nicky, I know you stayed up all night with me, what more could I ask for?" I giggled, reaching out and lightly grasping his hand.
"Your hands are freezing, Kails," He sighed, his tone softening as he threw his cup in the trash and sat in the chair next to the bed, wrapping his hands around mine.
"I know, it's so cold in here." I shivered slightly, as Mrs. Jonas's phone began to ring.
"Hello, honey." She answered, walking over to the corner of the small room. "How's everything going? Oh come on Paul, its not like it's that hard to do... Ok.... Mhmm... alright I'm on my way..." She shut her phone, and walked back over to address us.
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loved it!
taisdelmar 6 months ago