Blame It On The Pain Episode 60
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???? Blame It On The Pain SIXTY:
(Alyssa)
Ricardo and Tyrone stand up. βWe can run that over to the pharmacy for you if you want.β
βThanks, guys,β I tell them before they leave.
Momma ksses my forehead. βWell, I have to run to the ladies room. You gonna be okay, sugar?β
βIβll be fine, Momma Thank you.β
When she leaves, Jackson envelopes me in his arms. βDonβt scare me like that again.β He closes his eyes. βI swear, my heart stopped.β
I want to kss him so bad, but I donβt want to get him sick. βIβm sorry. I thought I was fine. I hope I donβt get you sick.β
βNah, Iβm strong like bull.β
βThanks for offering to take care of me. But honestly, Iβll be fine. Iβm sure Shane will check on me.β
βNope in my bed is where you will be. Where Momma and I can nurse you back to health. Speaking of nurseβsβ¦where is she?β
I hear the sound of someone clearing their throat and I look up.
βSheβs right here,β a woman with long blonde hair, whoβs wearing pink scrubs informs us curtly.
Jackson makes a face and I know what heβs thinking because Iβm thinking it too.
The nurse looks a lot like me. Sheβs about 10 years older than me, but she has the same build, similar features, my natural hair color, and even the same eye color; although hers are more of a brown hazel rather than green but still, itβs eerily similar to mine.
Itβs like I jumped into a time machine and pressed βfuture.β Iβm suddenly struck with the feeling of wanting to apologize for any troubles that she might have endured in her nursing career due to my sx tape.
Then I look at her name tag and see the name staring back at me. I almost pass out again.
βOh, god,β I whisper. Jackson immediately looks concerned.
But Iβm too distracted when the nurse gives me a cold smile. βYup. Iβm the woman whose husband you stole. You little adulteress whore.β
The brick on my chest practically caves in with that statement.
Jackson stands up and scowls. βFirst off, donβt ever call my girl a whore again. Or Iβll be lodging a complaint with the hospital.
Secondly, Iβm positive that Alyssa isnβt responsible for whatever problems you have with your husband.β
She puts her hands on her hips and glares at me. βClearly your new boyfriend knows nothing about who you really are.β
My stomach heaves because as much as I donβt like it. This woman is right and I do owe her one hell of an apology for my transgressions. I canβt put everything on him.
I open my mouth to start, but Jackson takes a step closer to her. βI donβt know who you are, lady. But I do know exactly who she is. Now Iβm only going to tell you this onceβleave.
Because when the sassy Southern woman, otherwise known as my Momma, comes back in here and hears you speaking to Alyssa this way. Trust me, youβre going to wish you had.β
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I somehow find my voice. βJackson, stop. She doesnβt deserve to be treated like this, she has every right to be furious with me and call me those names. You donβt know who she is.β
Jacksonβs eyebrows shoot up. βWho is she?β
βSheβs Fordβs wife.β
TO Be Continued