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May. 10th, 2018 10:00 pmThe third Saturday of the month became date night.
Bonnie wasn't prepared to bring Gerry into the kids' lives, not after Turtle, and simply referred to him as her 'gentleman friend'. Lucy, having known Bonnie for well over thirty years, was happy to babysit and didn't expect her back until the morning.
In reality, her evenings with Gerry were not as scandalous as they were likely imagining, though it wasn't for lack of trying at first. Much as Bonnie would have enjoyed a bit of hanky-panky, Gerry simply didn't have it in him. They eventually decided, as widow and widower, that spending the night sharing a bed with a warm person was better than nothing. Sometimes they would go back to Gerry's trailer, other times a cheap motel, never the same one twice.
***
In the early hours after this month's date night, she stirs when he moves from underneath her, and wakes when he gives a little groan. She opens her eyes, and sees him sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What's the matter?" she asks, blinking awake.
"Indigestion." Gerry says, rubbing his front.
"Told you not to have the fish." Bonnie says, sitting up. She goes to get him some water from the communal bathroom at the end of the corridor, then comes back and looks him up and down.
"Yer a funny colour. Y'ain't gonna be sick are yer?"
"I don't think so." Gerry says, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "The pain's getting worse."
She sits with him for ten minutes, rubbing his back, but he doesn't look like he's getting any better.
"I think we better get you to the hospital." she says eventually, taking charge. "Put some clothes on."
She leaves money for the bill on the way out, and helps him into his truck. He still looks very pale.
"Maybe we should dial 911." she says, hesitating.
"Trust you to want the latest technology." Gerry teases, with a weak smile. "I don't think we need to be dramatic. It's not more than twenty minutes to the hospital, no sense wasting money on an ambulance."
She grins at him, and they set off. It feels like a lot longer than twenty minutes, and as they get a couple of miles away from the hospital, he starts to get breathless. Looking around carefully for cops, Bonnie floors his truck, and shortly after they pull up outside the hospital.
"I'll get someone, sit there."
"I need some air, can you open the door?" Gerry asks.
"Is the pain worse?" Bonnie asks, opening the door for him.
"No, it's just your driving."
She rolls her eyes at him, and goes inside to find someone. It takes a few minutes, but eventually she manages to persuade someone to come out with a wheelchair.
Gerry is slumped forwards.
She shakes him. Everything around her becomes a blur, but suddenly the man with the chair has managed to get hold of a bunch of other people, who move her out of the way and take him inside. They won't let her in the room while they work on him. After what seems like forever, someone comes out and she grasps him by the arm.
"Just tell me, is he dead?"
The man stops and looks at her.
"He's not dead. He's very sick, though, we think he's had a heart attack. Only time will tell if he'll pull through."
"Can I see him?" Bonnie asks.
"Not yet."
"I need... I need someone to call his daughter, please." Bonnie says.
The man points her over to the reception desk, and Bonnie gives them the number to call Celia and Turtle. She wishes she knew his son's number, but she doesn't, so asks them to tell Celia to ring her brother. Then, she goes back to waiting outside his room.
Eventually, a nurse tells her she can go in. She rushes up to his bed, and takes his hand. He smiles weakly at her.
"The hell you thinkin' of, huh?" she asks him, running a hand through his hair. "Lousy way ter end a date, scarin' her half to death."
"Yer driving was what nearly finished me off." Gerry says.
"Celia and Turtle are on their way." Bonnie says.
"You talked to them?" Gerry asks.
"No, I got reception to ring them." Bonnie gives him a peck on the forehead. "I didn't think they'd be too impressed that I was with you at a motel at two in the morning."
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT!" a loud, livid voice behind her shouts.
Bonnie straightens up and turns round. As she does, Celia slaps her hard around the face, and she stumbles back.
"Hey, stop that!" Turtle shouts, but is unable to grab her arm as both his hands are full of their toddler, who starts to howl, already grizzly from being woken up in the middle of the night. Gerry looks most upset and reaches out towards Bonnie.
"This is a hospital!" a senior nurse strides up. "And this man has suffered a serious heart attack, he mustn't be excited in any way!"
"Tell that to this whore!" Celia snaps, pointing at Bonnie. "Did she lie and tell you she was his wife? All this time she was taking advantage of my dad, a lonely old widower with heart trouble!"
"You aren't his wife?" the senior nurse turns to Bonnie.
"I never said I was." Bonnie says.
"You have to leave."
"She saved my life, don't I get a say in this?" Gerry protests.
"All of you, out!" the senior nurse escorts them to the door, then escorts Bonnie from the building.
Bonnie wasn't prepared to bring Gerry into the kids' lives, not after Turtle, and simply referred to him as her 'gentleman friend'. Lucy, having known Bonnie for well over thirty years, was happy to babysit and didn't expect her back until the morning.
In reality, her evenings with Gerry were not as scandalous as they were likely imagining, though it wasn't for lack of trying at first. Much as Bonnie would have enjoyed a bit of hanky-panky, Gerry simply didn't have it in him. They eventually decided, as widow and widower, that spending the night sharing a bed with a warm person was better than nothing. Sometimes they would go back to Gerry's trailer, other times a cheap motel, never the same one twice.
***
In the early hours after this month's date night, she stirs when he moves from underneath her, and wakes when he gives a little groan. She opens her eyes, and sees him sitting on the edge of the bed.
"What's the matter?" she asks, blinking awake.
"Indigestion." Gerry says, rubbing his front.
"Told you not to have the fish." Bonnie says, sitting up. She goes to get him some water from the communal bathroom at the end of the corridor, then comes back and looks him up and down.
"Yer a funny colour. Y'ain't gonna be sick are yer?"
"I don't think so." Gerry says, wiping the sweat off his forehead. "The pain's getting worse."
She sits with him for ten minutes, rubbing his back, but he doesn't look like he's getting any better.
"I think we better get you to the hospital." she says eventually, taking charge. "Put some clothes on."
She leaves money for the bill on the way out, and helps him into his truck. He still looks very pale.
"Maybe we should dial 911." she says, hesitating.
"Trust you to want the latest technology." Gerry teases, with a weak smile. "I don't think we need to be dramatic. It's not more than twenty minutes to the hospital, no sense wasting money on an ambulance."
She grins at him, and they set off. It feels like a lot longer than twenty minutes, and as they get a couple of miles away from the hospital, he starts to get breathless. Looking around carefully for cops, Bonnie floors his truck, and shortly after they pull up outside the hospital.
"I'll get someone, sit there."
"I need some air, can you open the door?" Gerry asks.
"Is the pain worse?" Bonnie asks, opening the door for him.
"No, it's just your driving."
She rolls her eyes at him, and goes inside to find someone. It takes a few minutes, but eventually she manages to persuade someone to come out with a wheelchair.
Gerry is slumped forwards.
She shakes him. Everything around her becomes a blur, but suddenly the man with the chair has managed to get hold of a bunch of other people, who move her out of the way and take him inside. They won't let her in the room while they work on him. After what seems like forever, someone comes out and she grasps him by the arm.
"Just tell me, is he dead?"
The man stops and looks at her.
"He's not dead. He's very sick, though, we think he's had a heart attack. Only time will tell if he'll pull through."
"Can I see him?" Bonnie asks.
"Not yet."
"I need... I need someone to call his daughter, please." Bonnie says.
The man points her over to the reception desk, and Bonnie gives them the number to call Celia and Turtle. She wishes she knew his son's number, but she doesn't, so asks them to tell Celia to ring her brother. Then, she goes back to waiting outside his room.
Eventually, a nurse tells her she can go in. She rushes up to his bed, and takes his hand. He smiles weakly at her.
"The hell you thinkin' of, huh?" she asks him, running a hand through his hair. "Lousy way ter end a date, scarin' her half to death."
"Yer driving was what nearly finished me off." Gerry says.
"Celia and Turtle are on their way." Bonnie says.
"You talked to them?" Gerry asks.
"No, I got reception to ring them." Bonnie gives him a peck on the forehead. "I didn't think they'd be too impressed that I was with you at a motel at two in the morning."
"YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT!" a loud, livid voice behind her shouts.
Bonnie straightens up and turns round. As she does, Celia slaps her hard around the face, and she stumbles back.
"Hey, stop that!" Turtle shouts, but is unable to grab her arm as both his hands are full of their toddler, who starts to howl, already grizzly from being woken up in the middle of the night. Gerry looks most upset and reaches out towards Bonnie.
"This is a hospital!" a senior nurse strides up. "And this man has suffered a serious heart attack, he mustn't be excited in any way!"
"Tell that to this whore!" Celia snaps, pointing at Bonnie. "Did she lie and tell you she was his wife? All this time she was taking advantage of my dad, a lonely old widower with heart trouble!"
"You aren't his wife?" the senior nurse turns to Bonnie.
"I never said I was." Bonnie says.
"You have to leave."
"She saved my life, don't I get a say in this?" Gerry protests.
"All of you, out!" the senior nurse escorts them to the door, then escorts Bonnie from the building.
