Garrett (Cold Fury Hockey 2)

"Okay...just holler if you need anything," the nurse says with a smile and a comforting pat on my leg. "I'll check back in a little bit."

"I can't believe how sick you got yesterday," Sutton says. "I'm so sorry I wasn't there."

"Oh, stop it," I grumble at her. "I didn't want anyone there watching me vomit."

Stevie had taken me to yesterday's chemo treatment. It was a bit longer than today's, as I got both Rituxin and bendamustine, and it took almost five hours for those concoctions to drip into my veins. Today's treatment is just the bendamustine. It's not going to take as long, but the pisser is that this is the drug that made me sick yesterday. Dr. Yoffman didn't seem too worried about it, and just said that some people can get really sick. He did increase my antinausea meds, and they even gave me an infusion of them via IV before they started the treatment.

Sutton is on chemo duty today, and she brought a ton of magazines for us to read. Instead, they've lain untouched because I ended up dozing for a bit. I'm still wiped out from all the toilet hugging I did yesterday.

I still can't believe Garrett came over. I so didn't want him to see that. I so didn't want him to even know I had cancer. I thought this fling was over because it definitely exceeded his timetable.

When he had texted me yesterday morning, I didn't respond because the nurse was at that very moment sticking a needle in my vein. I didn't respond later, once I had nothing better to do than listen to Stevie gossip, because I didn't want to encourage him. I knew I'd be out of commission for a few days, and the farther Garrett stayed away, the better.

But then he texted me again, and my heart got all squishy because it was clear he still had an interest in me, and God help me...I'm totally into him. So I responded and felt almost a sense of giddiness that I'd see him again.

But only after I made it through these two chemo visits and was past the accompanying sickness. Dr. Yoffman said I'd be back to feeling normal within a few days of the last treatment.

Needless to say, when Garrett showed up at my door, I panicked for a moment. I was so very close to getting him to leave without him being any wiser to my plight, but then those fucking dry heaves started again. And afterward...as I lay on the bathroom tile with my stomach muscles aching, my head splitting in two, and another wave of nausea rolling through me, I didn't have the strength to keep my secret anymore.

He was wigged out. No doubt about that. The look on his face said it all. Horrified and angry.

I haven't seen or heard from him since I fell asleep. I woke up a few hours later feeling a little better, having successfully kept the medication down. I stumbled out into the kitchen and ate a few dry crackers, drank some more Gatorade, and fell back asleep. I stayed under until my alarm went off this morning, and then I was getting ready for my next chemo visit.

Sutton picks up one of the magazines and flips through it distractedly. I pull the one blanket the nurse had given me up to my chin and curl my legs up underneath me. They have these really cool recliners the patients sit in that are spread around a large, airy room done in peaceful colors of mauve and gray. Large plants sit everywhere and soft music plays in the background. By my count, there are thirteen other patients in this room, all hooked up to IV bags.

Some of them look pale, sick, and wasted away. Some are bald. Some are fairly robust-looking. There's quiet talking, some laughing, and one patient sits with her husband, who cries softly by her side. Cancer has so many different faces, I'm finding out.

Sutton closes the magazine and throws it down with a frustrated sigh.

"Nothing good in there?" I ask as I nod toward the gossip rag.

"It's not that," she says distractedly.

"Then what is it?"

"I think I really messed up," she murmurs with pain-filled eyes.

"Okay...what did you do to Alex, and I'll tell you how to fix it," I tell her with a smirk.

"It's not Alex," she says quietly. "It's Garrett."

"Garrett?" I ask stupidly, because what could she have possibly done to that cocky man? I had told her about him coming over last night with soup, and that he now knows what's going on with me. She didn't say much, and, now that I think about it, it was uncharacteristic of her to remain quiet. She's always been vocal about Garrett. She loves him to death, but she also doesn't think he has much depth when it comes to women and likes to give him hell about it.

"He came to the house last night...after he found out you have cancer," she says, her eyes cast down to her lap while she fiddles with the hem of her shirt. "He was pissed."

"Pissed no one told him," I guess.

She nods. "I said some unkind things to him. I insinuated he didn't need to know because I figured he would be getting bored and would leave you in the dust right about now. I think I hurt his feelings."

I can feel Sutton's guilt and I end up taking it on as my own. In hindsight, I probably should have told him. It would have been easier because he could have made an early exit and never felt any further obligation to me. I should have told him before we had sex, because that's such an intimate act...never mind that we both went into it with the idea of it being only a one-night stand.

"Hey," I say, getting her attention. Her eyes raise up and I give her a confident smile. "We both owe him an apology for keeping him in the dark."

"Think he'll accept it?" she asks dubiously. "He was really angry."

I shrug. "That's up to him. All we can do is offer it. Besides...I'm pretty sure that now that he knows, his interest in me isn't going to be so keen. I mean...who wants to be with someone with cancer?"

Sutton leans forward in the chair that sits opposite from me. "I don't know, Olivia. He brought you soup."

"When he thought I had the flu," I point out.

"He stayed there and took care of you. Held your head while you vomited," she says.

Yes, he had. He wiped my face with a cloth, held my hair back, gently helped me take my medication, and tucked me in to bed. But that doesn't mean anything. Garrett's a nice guy. He'd do that for anyone.

I think it's more telling that the note he left said he'd talk to me later, yet I haven't heard a word from him since then. I think it's probably safe to say that I've scared Garrett off for good.

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Amazingly...I don't feel too bad. Sutton isn't taking any chances, though, wrapping her arm around my waist as we walk up the flight of stairs to my apartment.

"Think you can handle something to eat?" she says.

A slow roll of my stomach tells me that's not a great idea. "I don't feel as bad as I did yesterday, and I'm guessing the extra antinausea meds are helping, but I don't think I can handle anything just yet. Besides...I didn't get really sick until a few hours after my treatment yesterday."

"Well, Dr. Yoffman said you can take an oral dose of the Zofran as soon as you get home. He said that will help to stay ahead of it."

"Sounds good," I say, practically out of breath by the time we reach the second-floor landing. I reach down into my purse to grab my key, when I feel Sutton stiffen up beside me. Raising my head, I see Garrett sitting on the concrete landing, his back leaning against my door.

"Hey," I say, momentarily baffled by his presence.

Garrett cuts a hard glance at Sutton, then looks back to me. "How did your treatment go?"

"Good," I say with a smile as I watch him push up from the ground, wiping his butt with his hands. "Faster than yesterday's, but I only got one drug today compared to the two I got yesterday."

"Bendamustine?" he asks, and my jaw drops open. He reaches out and takes the key out of my hand. "I did a little research."

Garrett turns his back on me to unlock my door and I shoot Sutton a glance. She nibbles on her lip in worry, and I can see she's dying to make peace with Garrett.

He

pushes my door open and steps back to let me pass. I walk in with Sutton following right behind me. Fatigue is hitting me hard, so I immediately go over to my couch and plop down on it.

There's an awkward silence as Sutton watches Garrett and Garrett watches me. I close my eyes and lean my head back on the couch. I don't have the strength to help them with their issues. They're going to have to figure it out on their own.

"So...what can I do for you, Olivia?" Sutton says as she walks into the living room. "Want to watch a movie or something?"

I give her a slight smile but shake my head. "I don't need anything. I'm going to take the meds and probably go lie in bed to rest. Hope I don't get sick later."

Garrett immediately walks back to my room, and within a few seconds he's back with my bottle of Zofran in one hand and a partial bottle of Gatorade in the other. Sutton and I just watch in silence as he shakes out the pills and hands them to me.

"Thanks," I murmur, and swallow them down with a sip of the Gatorade.

Garrett's eyes pin me...filled with confusion and worry. He doesn't even look at Sutton, but he addresses her when he says, "I'm going to stay with Olivia for a while so we can talk."

His message is clear. Please leave.

"Garrett," Sutton says, her voice practically pleading. "I'm really sorry about--"

"Just don't," he says as his head slowly swivels in her direction. His jaw is locked hard and his eyes are cold. "I don't want to get into it with you right now."

Sutton frowns over his rejection and she opens her mouth to argue, but I decide to butt in. I do need to talk to Garrett and he clearly doesn't want to hear Sutton's apology right now. "Sutton...I'm fine. Why don't you go ahead and go. I'll call you later."

Her gaze flicks back and forth between me and Garrett, but he doesn't notice because he merely turns away and walks back into my bedroom.

Sutton spins on me. "Are you sure you want me to leave?" she whispers.

"Yeah...I need to talk to Garrett. He deserves an explanation and I also want to make sure he knows there's no obligation to do this."

"Okay," she says uncertainly. "Call me and let me know how it goes. I'm clearly going to have to do some groveling."

I get up from the couch and give her a hug. "He'll be fine. He just needs time, I'm sure."

"Hope you're right," she says as she heads to my front door. "Later, cuz."