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Chapter 28

BRIDGETTE

“Nothing,” I said too rapidly than intended. I turned away with my chart in hand and added, “I have medications to give. See you later.”

“Cara,” he called out.

I’m not Cara! I wanted to shout back but now that I had regained my composure, I turned my head over my shoulder, a question on my face.

Scott looked at the direction of the station and when he was sure no one was watching he walked towards me. His face was serious when he asked, “You were talking to someone just then.”

“Uh, no. I was just talking to myself.”

“I know you usually talk to yourself, but I think that was not it.”

“Scott,” I said in a low voice, “it was nothing.”

“Is there something I should know?” he asked, his brows furrowed.

I stared at him for a long time, struggling with myself.

“Just tell him,” Cara said in my ear. “Get it over with. We will find a way if things turn out bad.”

Should I? I wanted to. Looking at him looking at me with an expression of concern and curiosity, I wanted to pour out everything.

He arched at eyebrow, indicating he was waiting.

“No,” I finally uttered. “I’ll see you later. I really need to go.”

“You should have told him,” Cara said as I walked my way back to the station.

“Shut up,” I whispered.

The next day, Scott was ringing the door, just as I woke up.

“Ready for coffee?” he asked, holding up two cups of Starbucks. Ever since I dated him, I took up drinking coffee. One reason was that Cara’s body was craving for it and the second one was obvious: I liked having coffee with Scott.

He was wearing his baseball cap and his shirt was just drying up. I looked down at his jogging pants and running shoes. “You went running without me,” I arched an eyebrow as I said that, still blocking the doorway. “Now I’m not sure if I’ll let you come inside.”

With a chuckle, he leaned over, tilted his head to the side and whispered against my lips, “Then I guess I’ll just kiss my way in.”

“Hmmm…” I said a few seconds later. “That’s the password,” and I swung the door wider to let him in. He went straight to the kitchen and placed the cups on the counter. “What do you have for breakfast?” He checked his watch and corrected himself, “Lunch, I mean.”

“I thought of ordering just when as when you rang,” I answered, taking my cup of coffee. But before I could take a sip, he snatched it away from me.

“You’re not drinking this with an empty stomach,” he said pointedly.

I gave him a pout.

He kissed my mouth. “Not going to work. Let me prepare something.”

I watched him move around the apartment with ease, opening the fridge and studying the contents like they were his own patients. When he finally thought of a solution, he grabbed what he needed and went on to prepare whatever he had in mind. He had done this a lot of times since we started going out. My smile wavered as I watched him work.

I thought of how he would stay away from me when he found out the truth. I thought of how he would think I was crazy. Scott was a very objective man and he would surely want proof of things. He would want to see signs and symptoms. Whatever I would tell him, if ever the truth was out, would be merely subjective. He never knew Cara in a personal level since he met me so he wouldn’t have any reference as Quinn had.