One and Only

Chapter 9 - #AuntFlow

Hey Kitten, what's up?

Meow.

Where you at?

Ugh. A week of nights. I'm off on Friday Morning. Do you wanna come to lunch with me and Andy and Gma on Saturday?

Oh hell yes. That woman loves me.  What time?

Uh.... 10am?

You sure about that? Because I'm lifting with Andy at 10.

Lifting? Lifting what?

People's spirits... We're lifting people's spirits.

What? I am so confused.

WEIGHTS. WE'RE LIFTING WEIGHTS. 
I can't believe that they let you prescribe controlled substances.

With Andy? My Andy?

Uh. I'm not sure how to answer that. Yes, with Andrew Robertson.

No, I didn't mean it like that. It's totally awesome. I just didn't realize you guys were hanging out, you know, without me.

I'm trying to turn him gay.
It's my assignment for the 'Gay Agenda.' We've already got Michael, but leadership really wants the pair.

Good fucking luck. That man eats pussy like  hipsters eat organic grass-fed beef.

Fucking gross.  But also v funny.
So you purring pretty regularly now?

Omg. I purr so much it's like I've got a vibrator stuck in my throat.

Hello?

<Crickets>

There are no words. I have no words.

Oh please, you love it.

Are you going to bring that dress by?

Oh fuck! I totally need to do that.

Are you post call on Friday morning?

Yes, but I'll be crabby and stinky and exhausted

So pretty much your typical Friday morning?

More or less.

Bring it by, I've put up with worse.

K. By-eeeeeeee

You're a fucking moron

Love you too hotness

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My week of nights passed rather uneventfully, all things considered. The mystery surrounding John Anderson had slowly unraveled as the days (and nights) wore on and his kidney function improved. He was an alcoholic, so the main difficulty we had was in getting him through the first 72 hours because he experienced significant withdrawal symptoms. He had required boat-loads of benzos to keep delirium tremens at bay, and eventually he needed to be intubated due to obtundation, so he didn't regain consciousness the whole time I was there.