three hours later - march 27, 2020                                                                                                                        day five

"so, explain it to me one more time," i tell her, my index finger and thumb squeezing the bridge of my nose as i sigh deeply.

"i was making burritos, and the can of beans wouldn't open right, so i used a knife to open it," billie says with a tone that said if you make me explain it one more time, i will fuck you up. "the knife slipped and then suddenly my hand was covered blood and my thumb was on the floor."

i inspect her reattached thumb, rolling my eyes at her story. "you need to be more careful, billie."

"yeah, my mom already dumped that shit on me - i don't need it from you too." she sighs and shoves her non-injured hand through her dyed locks.

i pull the gloves off my hands and look at her sympathetically. "did you at least get the beans open?"

her eyes meet mine as a grin slowly takes over her lips. "fuck, no i didn't, i'm so mad."

i let out a soft laugh, the weight of the conversation being lifted slightly with humor. "what kind of beans were they?"

"rosarita refried - the vegetarian kind." she says with a nod, her eyes never leaving mine.

"okay now seriously," i tell her with a slight laugh, "you have to stop coming in here, babe."

"i know," she groans, leaning her head back slightly. "but i can't help it!"

i nod slightly, patting her knee in reassurance. "who drives you here?"

"i do," she mutters, closing her eyes tightly as her neck jerks just slightly. "my sexy ass car gets me here."

"what do you drive?" i ask as i stand up from the stool, pushing it out of the way.

"a challenger," billie says, a smirk taking over her features. her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she hums, "my baby, dragon."

"you name your cars too?" i ask in surprise, raising my eyebrows. "i thought i was the only who did that."

"deadass?" she asks, her own eyebrows raising as an amused smile takes over the smirk.

"i have a baby blue chevy camaro sitting outside, and her name is leighann." i tell her, pulling my phone out of my back pocket to show her a photo of the newer model car. "she's my cute lil baby."

"she cute as hell," she plays along with a soft giggle. "her and dragon would make pretty babies."

i pause and look at her, confusion taking over my features as her words register in my aching head. "how would that even work?"

"you're the doctor," billie says with a shrug, pulling her puffer vest over her shoulders. "you tell me."

i roll my eyes at her and laugh quietly. "listen, as much as i love these little talks with you, i have to check on my other patients."

"unfortunately," she says, her lips forming a pout. "can i at least get your number?"

i pull my bottom lip between my teeth as i contemplate her question.

"you know, just in case my thumb falls off again?" she jokes, holding her hand up and trying to move her thumb. the sutures restricted that, however.

i sigh playfully, "i guess so."

she lets out a soft "fuck yes," before pulling her phone out and going to create a new contact.

gwendolyn dené

382 861 1218

i give the iPhone back to her and give her a soft smile. "only in emergencies."

"got it," she says before practically skipping out of the room.

what just happened?

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