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Frost Covered Eyebrows

There was a moment today where I was actually scared. Me, the desensitized youth of a troubled and hopeless generation, actually felt an emotion toward another person. I was worried sick about Skinner Boy.

When coffee or lunch break happens, Skinner Boy and I meet by dumper-type machines, and walk to the cafeteria holding hands. I know, I know.... make fun of that later. Lately, he's been training at a job that puts him right at those machines, so he is usually waiting for me. At last coffee break, I rip off my disposable plastic apron and such, and go to our usual spot. He's not there yet. No worries. Then I see him ripping off his plastics, and he's moving very slowly. Hmmmmm.... He must be tired. Then he makes his way to me.

Frost covers his eyebrows and he doesn't answer me when I ask if he's okay. I take his arm, and start leading him to the nurse's office. He walks slowly and drunkenly, with his eyes half open, and doesn't answer. Holding his arm and supporting some of his weight, we finally get to the nurse's office, where he is immediately placed into a wheelchair. I tell the nurse that he's been tired, training on a more physically demanding job, and has not been feeling well. I remove his hard hat and his balaclava (hood type thing that covers everything but from your nose to above your eyes), and he's pale. He doesn't move. I've never seen him so still. Then, I was kicked out of the nurse's office.

The last hour and a half, I worked. Time flew by. I guess I switched onto automatic pilot, because I don't remember being worried. Or even concerned. Suddenly, the day was done. I scanned out, and changed. And waiting at the doors to the outside of the world was Skinner Boy.

It was dehydration and overheating, or something to that effect. He even made it back onto the floor part way through the shift and the jerk didn't let me know that he was okay.

It felt surreal. He talked and drove me home as if nothing had happened. All I could do was hold his hand tightly. He was jabbering away about how his new job was going and such, and I couldn't verbalize the fact that I was so worried, that he should be taking better care of himself, that I was mad that he let me think that he was in serious trouble for an hour and a half. When he dropped me off, I told him to drink lots of water and rest, and he's not allowed to scope out girls with his friend at the gym tonight. And, I told him if he ever did anything like that again, I would kill him.

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dreamfilled
Jul. 16th, 2003 07:05 pm (UTC)
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*grins* That's funny, because I really contimplated beating him sensless with a stick. But, like you pointed out, there is one slight flaw with that logic...
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dreamfilled
Jul. 17th, 2003 07:16 pm (UTC)
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*laughs* Mayhaps..... hmmmmm.....
(Anonymous)
Jul. 16th, 2003 07:49 pm (UTC)
Well well
My my, haven't times changed...

Seems to me, dear jez, that you are a through and through girlfriend. Mark my words, my prediction will come true. It is right there under the surface. That word...

Anyhoo, happy to hear that your lovely love is doing fine. My question is, do you take care of yourself the way you take care of him? HMMMMMMMM

Later chica.

OperaChick. (I think that's what you call me!)
(Anonymous)
Jul. 16th, 2003 07:53 pm (UTC)
Sorry, I should have known you would never say "chic". You are much more of a "chica" person, I recall.

I much prefer the title of "Queen" -- it's so much more my personality. :-)

Opera QUEEN
dreamfilled
Jul. 17th, 2003 07:07 pm (UTC)
*laughs* You are so full of yourself, I should not be encouraging you! And, I declare BAH to your predictions of destruction!!!!
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