Saving Grace
You're Not Getting My Eggs
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Grace ran
into Sands room. In the moonlight, she
could see that he was sitting up, shaking terribly. Oh, God…Did the meds do something to him?
Sands, what’s wrong?”
His voice
was unnerved and terrified. “I have no
fucking eyepan pan style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I opened my eyes and
there weren’t any there!”
Gr
pan
panicked for a moment. What do I
do? What do I say to him?
“Sands, calm down. You have to
remem…”
“Who the
fuck are you?”
She put her
hands on his arms, attempting to still him.
“Sands, it’s me, Grace…uh, Gracie.”
He
struggled for a moment, then settled down.
“Gracie?” He began to let his
body lean into her a bit, then quickly realized his glasses were off.
ce
shrank back a bit. “It is.”
Sands felt
around and found his glasses on the bed.
He put them on, then said, “Just a moment of me freaking out.
for a minute. No big fucking deal.”
“Sands, you
were practically shrieking…”
“I’m
fine! You don’t need to coddle me!”
Grace got
up off of the bed. “I’m not coddling,
I’m just…Well, if I started screaming in the middle of the night, wouldn’t you
worry about me?”
“I only
worry about myself.”
“Oh,” she
said softly. “Well, then…you just enjoy
freaking out alone.” She left the room,
slamming the door behind her. Why
did I slam the door? Now he’s going to
think he hurt me…meaning he’ll think I have feelings for him or
something…Wait…Am I hurt? Shit, I
am. O.K., just forget about it.
to be attractive or alluring at all. I
helped him though. He shouldn’t be
so… I bet he’s the “I don’t need
anyone” type of guy. Yeah, that’s
it. Fine. I’m only in this for the money…I’ll keep telling myself that
anyway.
She went to her room and changed
into a short, satin nightgown, then crawled into bed. She fought the best that she could, but exhaustion and the cruel
treatment from Sands – when she only tried to help him – got to her.
Sands wouldn’t be able to hear her.
Sands was
still sitting up in his bed. He rubbed
his temples for a moment, then felt around his eyes. “They’re not coming back, buddy,” he muttered to himself.
I shouldn’t have said that to
her, she was only trying to help. I
don’t need helpugh.ugh. I’ve
been in this fucking country alone for…
It’s all a game anyway. I have no
fucking eyes…The only person I’ll be laying iselfself.
won’t go for that. Christ, I’m pitying
myself! Knock it off, Sands!
have found me instead of her? Between
these drugs and her…I’m losing my edge…I’m losing my fucking self!
I’d be.
He sat up a bit further, his feet
almost swinging off of the bed.
He reclined against
the pillows and forced himself to sleep.
He finally knew what guilt felt like…and he didn’t care for it at all.
The next morning, he
stumbled out of bed, bumping into just about everything on the way.
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Grace could hear
him, but made no move to help him; she was busy cooking breakfast for herself.
able to order food to stock the small kitchen to avoid calling room service for
every meal. She was making scrambled
eggs and Sands could smell them as he floundered his way to the bathroom.
Grace didn’t even glance at him.
Guilt was still
eating at him and he had no idea how to begin to approach the situation.
“Uh huh,” she
answered coldly.
“It…um, it smells
good.”
“Uh huh.”
“So, um, I guess you
ordered room service?”
“Huh uh.
“I’d offer you some, but I only worry about myself.”
“O.K., I deserved
that.” He found the counter and put his
hands on it, guiding himself around to the other side of it.
“And that sounded so
very heartfelt,” she spat.
Sands groaned.
those words to in the past ten years or so – and meant
should mean something.”
“My taking care of
you should mean something too! You are
ungrateful to the largest extent I’ve ever seen! It sounded like someone was killing you, for Christ’s sake, and
all I did was…” Sanad mad made his way
to Grace and slid an arm around her waist.
He turned her to face him and heard her swallow.
“You cared,” he
whispered. “I’m supposed to be on own own Gracie, looking out for myself…I am
sorry.” Hoping that he judged
correctly, he moved his face closer to hers and kissed her.
any further. Instead, he waited for a response.
Grace pulled away
from him – the single most difficult thing she had ever done.
that makes me forget what an ass you were to me last night?”
“Well, you liked it,
so, um, yeah?”
“I did not!”
“Oh, please,” he
said, laughing. “You can’t be serious!”
“Why not?”
“The sexual tension here
is more obvious than the fact that I’m missing my eyes!”
“I’m not even sure
that makes sense!”
Sands was
flustered. “So you got no enjoyment
from that?”
“Did I kiss you
back?”
“Not the point!”
“Pig!”
“Tease!”
And in unison, they
both yelled, “Fuckmook!” Both started
to laugh uncontrollably.
Sands caught his
breath. “Where’ve you been all my life?”
he asked, sarcastically.
“In your wildest
fantasies,” Grace answered, still laughing.
“Are you still mad?”
“Did you mean your
apology?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to be
like you were last night anymore?”
“No…I am
I did have a really shitty couple of days...”
“I know…”
“…but I won’t change
anything else.”
Grace sighed.
“And you liked it?”
Svoidvoided the
question. “You’re still not getting my
eggs…” He frowned.
“So, when are we
gonna cut through all this bullshit and hit the sack, Gracie?”
She whispered her
answer in his ear. “When you stop
asking.”