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Inside the hospital room Bob tapped Anita’s arm. “Wake up, teacher, I’ve come to see you. Wake up, teacher.”
With her eyes still shut, Bob looked at his watch. In an hour Pokemon would start and there was no way he could miss it. “Wake up, teacher. Please wake up.” He twisted the dial on the IV syringe to increase the flow.
Still sleeping.
Fed up he went to the shelf to pick the jar of water when a groan came from behind.
“You woke up!” Bob ran to her and hugged her. “I’m so happy you woke up, teacher. How are you?”
“Get off me, please,” she cried. “My hand is hurting.” She glanced at the syringe, up its path to the dial. The drops were flowing like a machine gun. “Who increased the flow?”
“The nurse did. Don’t worry, teacher, I’ll save you.” Bob twisted the dial in the opposite direction and stopped the flow of pain to Anita’s arm.
“Thank you,” she said, panting and shaking her head.
“You’re welcome, teacher, you’re welcome.” He sat on the bed and asked: “How are you now?”
“The doctor says it’ll take a few more days for me to recover.”
“Oh, dear, don’t worry, I’ll pray for you and soon you’ll be fine.”
“Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” She looked back at the door. “You’ve come alone?”
“I asked others to come but they didn’t show much interest. I don’t know why. Maybe they are busy with other stuff. I just don’t know but I was sure I had to come to meet you.”
“Aren’t you the sweetest?” Anita raised her palm to Bob’s cheek and pressed it. “You’re my favorite student.”
“Really? Wow, thank you so much, teacher. I even brought a gift for you.” He ran to the door and picked a small box.
“What’s in that?” asked Anita.
“First get up.”
Anita’s face grimaced as she said: “I can’t get up, please. My back hurts.”
“Teacher, please.”
“I can’t.”
“Okay fine. Here’s the gift.” He placed it on her belly. The cardboard box trembled a bit. “Careful, teacher. Make sure it doesn’t fall. Jemu’ll get hurt.”
“Jemu?” asked Anita. Some purring sounds came from inside.
Scratching his head Bob looked at the ceiling and asked: “Won’t you open the box and see what your favorite student has brought for you?”
“Sure I’ll see.” Anita’s smile was persistent as she opened the two flaps on the top. She couldn’t see what was inside as the box was on her belly. She tilted the box towards her, and a scraggly brown kitten slid off and lay on her neck. “What the…” The kitten rubbed its head against Anita’s neck.
“Isn’t it lovely, teacher? I’ve named it Jemu.”
Anita’s face, that was till now grimaced with pain, threatened to crumble. She arched her head back a few times before a loud sneeze ran out of her nostrils.
“I’ll get you tissue, teacher.”
“Get this off me.” Her palm reached for the kitten, and while lifting it, the kitten grabbed the IV tube pulling the syringe off Anita’s wrist. Blood trickled off staining the bed sheet. Anita dropped the animal and covered her bleeding wrist with the other palm. The kitten, that had fallen on the floor, jumped on the bed and began licking the stain.
Anita’s whole body shivered as she took a few quick breathes. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling.
Bob grabbed the kitten and said: “Why did you do this, teacher?”
“You fool I am allergic to cats.”
“Well how am I supposed to know? I’ve never seen you with one.”
“That’s because I am allergic. Get out of here right now.”
“Fine.” He opened the box and put the kitten in it then walked out of the room. “Don’t worry, friend, I’ll take care of you.” He took Jemu home where the two watched Pokemon together.
With her eyes still shut, Bob looked at his watch. In an hour Pokemon would start and there was no way he could miss it. “Wake up, teacher. Please wake up.” He twisted the dial on the IV syringe to increase the flow.
Still sleeping.
Fed up he went to the shelf to pick the jar of water when a groan came from behind.
“You woke up!” Bob ran to her and hugged her. “I’m so happy you woke up, teacher. How are you?”
“Get off me, please,” she cried. “My hand is hurting.” She glanced at the syringe, up its path to the dial. The drops were flowing like a machine gun. “Who increased the flow?”
“The nurse did. Don’t worry, teacher, I’ll save you.” Bob twisted the dial in the opposite direction and stopped the flow of pain to Anita’s arm.
“Thank you,” she said, panting and shaking her head.
“You’re welcome, teacher, you’re welcome.” He sat on the bed and asked: “How are you now?”
“The doctor says it’ll take a few more days for me to recover.”
“Oh, dear, don’t worry, I’ll pray for you and soon you’ll be fine.”
“Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” She looked back at the door. “You’ve come alone?”
“I asked others to come but they didn’t show much interest. I don’t know why. Maybe they are busy with other stuff. I just don’t know but I was sure I had to come to meet you.”
“Aren’t you the sweetest?” Anita raised her palm to Bob’s cheek and pressed it. “You’re my favorite student.”
“Really? Wow, thank you so much, teacher. I even brought a gift for you.” He ran to the door and picked a small box.
“What’s in that?” asked Anita.
“First get up.”
Anita’s face grimaced as she said: “I can’t get up, please. My back hurts.”
“Teacher, please.”
“I can’t.”
“Okay fine. Here’s the gift.” He placed it on her belly. The cardboard box trembled a bit. “Careful, teacher. Make sure it doesn’t fall. Jemu’ll get hurt.”
“Jemu?” asked Anita. Some purring sounds came from inside.
Scratching his head Bob looked at the ceiling and asked: “Won’t you open the box and see what your favorite student has brought for you?”
“Sure I’ll see.” Anita’s smile was persistent as she opened the two flaps on the top. She couldn’t see what was inside as the box was on her belly. She tilted the box towards her, and a scraggly brown kitten slid off and lay on her neck. “What the…” The kitten rubbed its head against Anita’s neck.
“Isn’t it lovely, teacher? I’ve named it Jemu.”
Anita’s face, that was till now grimaced with pain, threatened to crumble. She arched her head back a few times before a loud sneeze ran out of her nostrils.
“I’ll get you tissue, teacher.”
“Get this off me.” Her palm reached for the kitten, and while lifting it, the kitten grabbed the IV tube pulling the syringe off Anita’s wrist. Blood trickled off staining the bed sheet. Anita dropped the animal and covered her bleeding wrist with the other palm. The kitten, that had fallen on the floor, jumped on the bed and began licking the stain.
Anita’s whole body shivered as she took a few quick breathes. Her eyes were fixed on the ceiling.
Bob grabbed the kitten and said: “Why did you do this, teacher?”
“You fool I am allergic to cats.”
“Well how am I supposed to know? I’ve never seen you with one.”
“That’s because I am allergic. Get out of here right now.”
“Fine.” He opened the box and put the kitten in it then walked out of the room. “Don’t worry, friend, I’ll take care of you.” He took Jemu home where the two watched Pokemon together.
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