All You Can Do | By : meow Category: Individual Celebrities > Taylor Pyatt Views: 685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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All You Can Do
“Please, can we stay?”
The nurse pursed her lips, her gaze intimidating to say the least.
“Rules are rules. Family only. You’re welcome to come back in a few hours.”
“But my dad’s going to be late. He phoned and said he was stuck in some meeting. I won’t let them in without Sandra and Miko.”
“Please, we promise to be nice.”
“Nice isn’t what I’m worried about,” her voice replied warily. Finally. They were making some ground, Kirsten thought. The nurse contemplated the situation. Three teenaged girls. They looked like the squealing type, too. Well, the two friends did. She looked over Kirsten, the patient, leg in a cast and bandages around her eyes and found herself sighing. Compassion was one thing, pity was another altogether.
“If anyone asks, you’re sisters.” It was a ridiculous statement that no one would believe, but she had to say something.
Unfortunately, shrills of excitement drowned the tail end of her half-hearted warning.
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“Okay, again, Miko.”
“One squeeze for ‘not bad’, two for ‘cutie’, and three for ‘totally jumpable’,” Miko held Kirsten’s hand and demonstrated.
“You guys are disgusting. Don’t think you think one of them will notice? Can’t we just play this cool?”
“Please. I? Am the Queen of Subtle.”
“Right. Just how did I end up in this situation again?” It was a low blow and Miko dropped her hand like it’d burned her. “Sorry. I didn’t mean it,” Kirsten took back her words quietly. But the problem was she did mean them. It was Miko’s fault that she’d broken her leg and nearly severed her optic nerve when they’d crashed into the telephone pole. The truth was, Miko liked to show off. And that racing down empty streets with Kirsten riding shotgun was what had landed her in the hospital and Miko with little more than a scratch.
“I brought the camera,” Sandra piped up after a moment of tense silence. “They’re so hot. I wish Josh played hockey.”
“Playing hockey doesn’t make them hot. They’re hot because they’ve got good genes and... hockey accentuates their hotness,” Miko said dramatically with a wave of her hand, not that Kirsten could see her waving her hand, it was more intuition from a dozen years of friendship.
“Potayto, potahto.”
“Guys, what are we going to say to them?”
“I think ‘hi’ would be a good place to start.” Miko was such a smartass sometimes.
“Yeah, and then what? The weather?”
“They’re probably going to ask about... you know.“ Her condition.
They didn’t. Well, not until the last group came around and even then, it wasn’t directly.
“And this is... is Kirsten,” someone, probably a nurse, announced very loudly and painfully slowly. She was blind, not deaf. And she certainly wasn’t five. Kirsten bit her lip in frustration and gave a half hearted, very Queen Elizabeth-like wave.
Miko, posed at the ready, gave varying degrees of squeezes to her left hand as they introduced themselves, one by one.
Henrik – one. Daniel – an excited one. “Whoa, they’re twins...” whispered Sandra, under her breath. Alex – two. Taylor –
“Oh, for the love of God!”
Everyone in the room jumped.
“Uhh... I’d ignore her. PMS.” There was that damn wave again.
“You! Three was the max. What the hell does a death grip mean?!” Did that come out as loud as it sounded? Sandra coughed the affirmative.
“Pysie wins another one,” one of the twins said, and was rewarded with a few chuckles.
Kill me now. At least her friends had the decency to be embarrassed. Wait, what kind of nickname was ‘Pysie’?
“So... what are you guys? Cousins?”
“Sisters,” Miko corrected without missing a beat, “You?” Smartass.
The twins shared a look and one of them said with a grin in his voice, “Him? Naw. We just met outside a few minutes ago.”
“Sisters? Really? Because you don’t really look –” Alex humoured them with false amazement.
“Oh, yeah. Are parents are the Brad and Angelina type,” Miko shrugged. What was this need to lie? Kirsten rolled her eyes out of habit only to cry out in pain.
“You okay?” Great, it was the guy that was supposedly so good looking, he didn’t fall within their stupid scale.
“Yeah. Just not used to it.”
“Are you completely...” his voice was deep and sincere – he wasn’t asking for the sake of making conversation.
“Blind?” The bitterness in her voice surprised even her. “I don’t know,” she cleared her throat, “I just had surgery on...”
“Tuesday,” Sandra helped her out.
“Right, Tuesday; two days ago. Tomorrow they come off,” she pointed to the bandages, and smiled sadly, “and we’ll see if I can... see,” she finished lamely. ”Fingers crossed, you know?” Damn it, now she was doing that stupid hand thing.
The nurse poked her head in. Time was up already.
“Do you think we could get a photo?”
They murmured in agreement. As if they’d say no to anyone here. Sandra handed the camera to the nurse. They crowded around her bed closer than any other of the guys had. When one of them sat on the corner of her bed, she froze.
“Oh my God. Just smile,” came the half-assed attempt at whispering from her left.
“Miko!”
“What?” Miko’s attempt at feigning innocence only served to draw more laughter. This time, however, Kirsten remembered not to roll her eyes.
“Sorry,” she muttered, “You must get this a lot,” she added.
He nodded, admittedly, shyly, then remembered that she could see. “Yeah. It does wonders to a guy’s confidence.” She could feel his grin as he put his arm gently across her shoulders.
“What are you doing?” Not that she was complaining... oh, why did it sound like a complaint?
“Trust me. I’m doing you a fav-, uh, a... good deed,” he finished awkwardly. She whipped her head to her right.
“Whoa, arrogant much? And who says ‘good deed’ anymore,” she poked him in the shoulder.
“Kirsten?” His voice was throaty, his breath warm. A deep flush crept its way across her cheeks.
She could smell peppermint.
“Yeah, Taylor?”
“Just smile.”
How could she deny him that?
Fin.
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