“An apple a day keeps the doctor away.”
She snickered. “But if the doctor is cute, forget the apple.”
I had enough strength to smack her on the face with my pillow. “You make everything about boys!”
“Why not? The world’s a much better place with them around.”
I groaned. “You’re giving them a lot more credit than they deserve. What about all the lying, cheating scumbags?”
She helped herself to one of the apples – which she’d brought for, you know, me. “Just because you got fooled doesn’t mean I have to be bitter, too.”
To be fair, she had a point. But she was being awfully idealistic. “Don’t come crying to me when you get hurt by the bad boys.”
“Tsk tsk. Keep that negativity up and you’ll be stuck here for life. You’ll be lucky if the cute doctor isn’t a myth after all, but we know most of the fish are out in the open.” She took another apple, but this time she tossed it my way. Her expression sobered as she looked into my eyes. “Get better, okay?”
“Don’t give me that look. I’m not going to die.”
With my free hand I reached for hers, and squeezed it as I offered her my brave smile. She squeezed back.
“I know, you stubborn old lady.”
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.