Page 25 of Songs for Libby

His eyes drifted shut. “You could be my owner,” he mumbled. “I’d trust you.”

His statement was sweet but also a little horrifying. I didn’t want any more responsibility than I already had.

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After I knew that Sean was okay, comfortable, and resting, I went home. I needed out of that hospital. I needed to sleep. I needed to shower.

I got home around nine in the morning and fell into bed. I woke up after noon, ate, and then climbed in the shower. When I got out around one thirty, I found a text from Jonas.

Jonas: Hey Libby, I had a lot of fun last night. What are you up to this evening?

Last night? Had it only been last night that we’d gone out? And could I really go galavanting off with Jonas when Sean was in the hospital?

Me: I’m kind of in the middle of something right now. My friend is in the hospital.

Jonas: Whoa. I’m really sorry to hear that.

Me: Yeah, me too.

Jonas: Is he okay?

Me: It will take some time, but he should be fine.

Jonas: And what about you? Are you okay?

Tears immediately welled in my eyes.

I didn’t understand this guy. I had bailed on him on our first date for Sean and here he was, asking if he was okay. If I was okay.

Me: I don’t know.

A bubble of dots showed up and disappeared as he started and discarded several texts before one finally came through.

Jonas: You don’t know if you’re okay?

Me: Correct.

Jonas: Can I do anything to help?

Me: Just having you text me is helping. When things aren’t so crazy, can I call you?

Jonas: Of course.

Me: Thank you.

I didn’t go back to the hospital that evening. I’d been planning on it, but I decided to call and check with the nurses. They said he’d likely sleep until normal visiting hours were over. So I decided to stay home and sleep in my own bed.