The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

*Andy's POV*

At last, they called me! I got up, went a step or two, then noticed Gwyn wasn't next to me, she had to still be sitting. "Can my friend come with me? Please?" I tried to lay on the charm, feeling a little dickish.

The nurse hesitated a moment, then caved. "Alright, sure."

I went back to Gwyn and tugged on her shirt's sleeve. "Hey Doc! I want you to come with me."

She looked up, surprised. "Andy, aren't you sick of me yet? You're going to get really tired of me if you don't get a break from the onslaught, genius!"

"Nope!" I tugged her up and pushed her in front of me, smacking her on the bum to hurry her along, right in front of the hypnotized young lady that clearly terrified Gwyn as we passed her. I winked at the girl, who appeared to be recording the moment with her phone, and laughed. Gwyn was going to crucify me if that surfaced online! I wondered if she would castrate me first? At least she knew how to do surgery, right?

We approached a scale. Oh fuck. "Ok, Mr. Biersack, I'll just get a quick weight, and then we have an area ready for you." I tensed. I hadn't been running much, I'd been drinking a lot, this would be bad, bad, bad.

"Do I have to get weighed?" My voice came out sounding a little smaller, a little weaker than I meant it to. I just looked at the wall and listened to see what the nurse would say, but I could tell Gwyn was surprised.

"It is important for us to know, Mr. Biersack. If you like, you can face to the right, and you won't see the number." The nurse wasn't rattled, she'd clearly seen it all. I just gritted my teeth a bit and took a deep breath.

"Andy, it's just for accurate drug dosing, it’s ok, I understand. Here, I'll turn around." I watched her turn, and I felt something change. Here was a girl that I knew, rationally, was much larger than I was. And yet, here I was, throwing a hissy fit about getting on a scale after she had driven me to the hospital in the middle of the night? Gwyn wasn't just a great lay, and she wasn't just interesting... I got on the scale.

Notes

Aww, kinda sweet.

QOTD: favorite food/s?

i dunno, i like all sorts of stuff. i like cheese a lot, but i fucking hate bleu cheese (sorry Andy). i like vegetable biryani, and burritos that have ingredients exactly the way i like them (black beans, rice, sour cream, guacamole, cheese are a must +/- veggies, NO salsa), bagels are cool, frogurt can be cool, i dunno. i fucking hate cooking so most food is cool if someone else makes it for me. i just really fucking hate tomatoes, except sun-dried, those are cool. and i am not huge on salad, so it's got to be a fucking awesome salad for it to taste good. most of the time, i eat salad because it's fucking good for me, not because i enjoy that swill. dig?