JacquelineZabresky
“Hey, nurse!”
Aman'svoice, loudandgruff, 'tmypatients, soIkeptgoing.
“Yo, blondie.”
, , .“Doyourememberme? Youweremynurseonthefourthfloor.”
“I'msorry, sir, .”
Ismiled, .
“No, waitaminute.” Hestartedsnappinghisfingers.“Yournameis...oh, letmethink...”
Iturnedaroundtoseehimlookingupattheceiling, .
“Jackie, right? You'vegotalongblondponytail, don'tyou?”
Iwasdumbfounded.
“Yes.” Isaid, peekingatmychesttomakesureI'dtakenoffmynametag.(Ihad.) , , -and-pepperhairframedhisface.
“I''tworkonthefourthfloor, andIjustdon'trememberyou.”
“That'sallright, Jackie.I', .”
Suddenlyitdawnedonme: IhadbeeninhisroomforacodeI'—unresponsive, withdilatedpupilsandaredandblueface.
“WhotoldyouIhelpedyouthatday?” Iasked, mycuriositypullingmeintohisroom.
Helaughedandlookedbackupattheceiling.
“'showIsawyourlong, , Isawyourbeautifulface.I'msogladIgottoseeyouagain.”
Helookeddownatme, .
“...”
EverytimeIpassroom254now, , andforthefactthatIansweredthecallof “Hey, nurse!”
