Standing By

Decoding and Creating

"OK, well, Adam, wanna come into room 462 with me again?" Diana tugged at his waistband.

"Sure," he agreed, making the rest of us laugh again. None of us could keep it together, though Chance was trying to.

Linzi crept over to us. "Are you, uh, waiting on, ah, him?"

"Yeah," Scott had to admit after a second, a third nurse coming up behind her.

"If you are here to visit someone, go do it," the grey-haired nurse ordered us. "This is a working hospital with sick patients who need attention. While one of you may need assistance, all of you do not, and frankly, I don't care who you are—you're in the way, making a nuisance of yourselves, and preventing us from fulfilling our jobs. Linzi, 458 needs a trip to the bathroom; put your skills to use."

Linzi ducked her head. "Sorry, Carolyn. I'll get on it."

"That's Ms. Dixon or ma'am to you!" the cranky nurse snapped, sending her scampering away. "God! LPNs with no work ethic! Respect—give it! And you guys need to move on, got it?"

"Got it," Rob said meekly, and we scooted off. Not exactly sure of where we were headed, just out of her way. Talk about being bitchy!

"Where's Avi at?" Chance asked us.

"Dunno—I'm just following Austin!" I remarked.

"I'm following Scott!" Austin threw an arm in his direction.

"And I'm just moving ass," Scott reported. "She told us to move and it sounded like she meant business."

"Well, we were kind of gawking at the nurses," Rob confessed. "We were a bit out of line."

"Which direction did Kirstie and Mitch go?" Chance asked, Scott stopping at the end of the hallway.

"I dunno. I was too busy looking at Linzi's ass," Austin said, leaning against the wall.

"Which is probably why we just got told off," I remarked, then smirked. "Worth it, though."

"I'd've so sat in a mop bucket for those nurses," Scott laughed. "Happily."

Looking guilty, Rob nodded. "Lord help me. Kelsey, I'm sorry, but I looked."

"Just window-shopping," Chance helped him out.

"Not shopping, really, just, admiring. Through the window," Rob amended as I teased Scott with, "Your straight is showing, Scott!"

"Speaking of showing...," he cackled. "Diana's wearing dark-colored panties under those light blue scrubs."

"I saw 'em too!" I exclaimed, Rob nodding alongside me enthusiastically.

"Y'all need Jesus," Austin laughed at us.

"Says the man who just admitted to staring at Linzi's ass," I shot back at him good-naturedly.

He smirked. "Never said I didn't."

"There's nothing wrong with looking, Rob," Chance rationalized for him. "It's human nature. As a guy."

"Tim egged me on," Rob tried to share the blame.

"Hey." I spread my hands apart in mock innocence. "I'm not taking the blame in that. They're your eyes. I can't control where they look. You own and operate them."

"Hey!" A voice thundered at us and we all jerked our heads to its source. Carolyn—or, excuse me, Ms. Dixon.

"Shit," Scott cursed under his breath.