Coffee with Blaine
Narrowing her eyes at him feigning a gag, “yeah, yeah.” She considered his offer for a moment that shook her head. “Kind of weird and creepy to go into your black bag and use your message oils…But a bit of privacy would be nice.”
They sat down at a table farthest to the left, groups of nurses and interns taking up most of the others. She placed the apple on a napkin in front of her and stared at it for a moment. She hadn’t really eaten in the last few days, crackers here and there, and as bad as she knew it sounded she was enjoying the empty feeling. She looked up at Blaine who was already halfway through his muffin and glaring at her. “So how long till we can take him home?” She asked slipping her hands under her thighs.
“You don’t have to got through the bag we can pass them on to you, and besides who said it was black. Also, we still have that extra room from the night of the fight if you want to use it. I planned on turning in the key later this evening, but I don’t mind keeping it an extra day,” Blaine smiled as he eyed the apple, but brushed it off he had promised he wouldn’t push her and he intended to keep that promise, “Well the doctor seems to think at least another month. Because he has the issues with the apnea even though he’s still on CPAP, and then they gradually have to take him off that and put him on regular oxygen. The lung immaturity is the biggest issue, and he needs to learn how to nurse which will take awhile also. He tried yesterday but he’s still tiny so it didn’t work out all to well he just got all stressed and then passed out.”