Page 107 of Rock Out Together
The nurse’s reflexes were lightening quick as she stuffed a paper mâché, kidney-shaped bowl under my chin. Not even a second later, I promptly emptied the contents of my stomach, which consisted mostly of bile.
“Good boy, you didn’t spill a drop. Me and you would have had words if I’d had to change this bed since you’ve hardly been in it.”
I chuckled despite feeling like death. “Are you a dominatrix in your spare time? If not, you should be, with thatmenacing accent and the commanding stern tone you’ve got, you’d earn a fortune.”
“Funny you should say that,” she muttered, wiping my chin with a tissue. “I have an Only Fans page. This gig here is more of a hobby these days,” she said, waving the puke-ridden tissue in the general vicinity of the room. I stole a glance while she swapped bowls out, and when I saw how gorgeous she was, the sight of her stole my breath.
“Good one. I love a chick with a sense of humor,” I mumbled as I eased back against my pillow.
“Oh, you think I’m joking? Twenty-eight grand I made last month on Only Fans alone. Amazing, where a wee Scottish accent, a wee bossy nature and thousands of poor numpties with mammy issues and more money than sense will get you these days. TikTok, Instagram, Discord, my subscription rates are through the roof.”
Apart from the fact she began to speak faster, and slipped into a stronger Scottish brogue when she spoke, I could understand most of what she said. Did I believe it? Looking at her, she was stunning and could more than hold her own on an Only Fans page with her big hazel eyes framed by thick dark lashes, pretty, pale skin, and a rosebud mouth with luscious plump lips. I began to wonder what her figure was like under the shapeless scrubs when another wave of nausea took over.
“Fuck,” I ground out, barely raising my head enough to spew another round of bile into the new bowl. The skin on my tonsils felt as if I’d been gouged with a potato peeler.
“Better out than in, but that would depend on the situation,eh?” she queried with a chuckle and a secret smile at her double entendre. She swapped my bowl out and swiped another tissue across my mouth again.
“Am I tripping? I mean, where the fuck am I?” I asked, dropping my gaze to the IV line strapped to my arm.
“Not tripping. But from the symptoms your wee pal gave me, I’d hazard a guess as to what’s wrong with you.”
“You know?”
“Ah, that would be telling. You’ll need to wait until the good doctor turns up. Not the autistic one from the telly, the one that works here in the hospital.”
Despite feeling like shit, I chuckled again and glanced at her name for the first time.Chastity? Seriously?
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“That’snot reallyyour name, is it?” I asked, eyeing her suspiciously.
She glanced down and held her name badge between her fingers. “Which part? Chastity or Cummin?”
I laughed, winced and became dizzy again. “Now I know for sure I’m having a bad trip.”
“Yeah, a bad trip to the hospital,” she mused in a sarcastic tone, like she’d heard every joke in the book about her name.
“Who the hell names their baby that?”
“Chastity or Cummin? because my mammy was a fan of the name Chastity, and Cummin is my married name.”
“Your husband isn’t called Willie or Izzy or anything like that, is he?” I asked, laughing.
“My husband isn’t called anything—he died last year. And before you apologize and tell me you’re sorry for my loss, Idodged a bullet. The fucker cheated on me three weeks after we married.”
“But you kept the name.”
She glanced at the nametag again and chuckled. “Yeah, it’s like a stage name now on my Only Fans page.”
“You’re not serious about that, right?”
“Oh, maybe I am, maybe I’m not. But I’ll keep you guessing,” she said and flashed me a wicked smile.
My conversation with Chastity was a welcome distraction from the nausea and constant dizzy feeling inside my head. But the moment the door opened and a doctor, who looked like he’d stepped out of GQ magazine, strode in and cracked a megawatt smile at the nurse, I closed my eyes, and fleetingly thought maybe I was tripping again.
“Hi, Harry, my name’s Dr. Gristle. If you’ll just give me a minute, I’ll just review your chart with Chas here.”
