Page 51 of Constantine: Britain's Story: Part 2
Matthias: Yes, and let me know if you need anything, okay? Feel better.
I drop the phone back on to the nightstand and wait for Florence Nightingale to come force feed me.
“Knock, knock. Is it okay if I come in?” It’s not even noon when Silas pops his head through my bedroom door. Matthias probably called him.
“Yep,” I croak out, then struggle to sit up. “I’m guessing this isn’t a social call.” I look over to see his medical duffle in hand.
“I mean, if you want it to be, it can,” he says jovially.
“I feel like death and talking makes me want to cry, so no.”
He laughs at me. “Okay, let me just take some vitals and then I’ll check out your throat.” Silas takes my temp, my blood pressure and pulse, then asks me to breathe while he listens.I’m a little embarrassed; I’m not even wearing underwear underneath my sweatshirt, but at the same time, it’s Silas. And he literally watches women take a shit during delivery. I feel like nothing could phase him. He slips the end of the stethoscope up my back, giving me chills.
The feeling triggers a memory from my dream the night before. I had the chills, and someone was comforting me and it felt so nice. I sigh. Not real, though.
“Alright, you clearly have a fever. Otherwise, blood pressure and pulse are good, lungs sound clear. Let’s look at your throat. Say ahh.” Silas shines a light into the back of my throat as I sit there open-mouthed. “Yikes. It looks angry back there. Good thing I swiped a strep test from the office next door,” he says with a devilish grin. Of course, Silas’ version of mischief is stealing a strep test. I laugh inwardly.Such a good boy.
I go to ask him who called him to come, but my throat burns, and I’m too tired to care. Silas takes the swab and says he’ll let me know the results in 15 minutes.
“Don’t forget, Brit, lots of fluids, lots of rest, and don’t forget to eat.” Silas arches his eyebrow at me in his sternest way possible. “We’re gonna have words at your next appointment if you’ve lost weight again.” I nod and close my eyes.I know, I know.
True to his word, Silas texts 15 minutes later.
Silas
Strep was positive. I’m going to send the prescription to the Robles Lake Safeway. Do you need me to pick it up for you?
Britain
No, I’ll send Damian, but thank you, Silas. I really appreciate it.
Feel better. I want to see you at my office this Thursday, okay?
I’ll be there with bells on.
Silas taps back a “haha.”
Britain
Can you pick up my antibiotics from the grocery store? Please?
Damian
Yep, I’ll head over now to wait.
Thank you. Also, did you help me to bed last night?
Huh? No. I passed out watching Top Gun in bed at like 9.
Nm. Will you just send Jess or the girls up with the meds once they’re here? And thank you, again.
Will do
It was just a dream.Maybe in my fever-induced stupor, I slept on the opposite side of the bed first, then moved over. I don’t know, I don’t care. I’m just ready for some meds to kick in and kick my ass.
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Britain
