Sinful Mates 1-3 novel Chapter 5

　　Tonight’s dinner consists of cheese and Tomato sandwiches. I am starving, having not eaten anything but some dry crackers. I eat the two sandwiches just in time for Sally to return with a plastic bag in her hand. Sally is the same age as me, 23. She has dark hair cut into a pixie cut, dark brown eyes, and she is about 5 foot 6 tall with a slim build. She is an attractive woman and has a kind heart. She is my favourite nurse here; she is always happy to explain anything I don’t understand and has a terrific bedside manner.

　　Every shift she makes time to see me. When she walks in, I stand up and she wraps me in a warm hug, rubbing my back softly. Handing the bag over to me, I find some bottles of water and a small orange juice, which I quickly grab out to wash the sandwiches down. Sally has also been to the vending machine and grabbed a few protein bars, some chips, and I also find a few pieces of fruit.

　　“I was hoping you were still in the shower; I know you don’t like accepting help, but you really need to start taking care of yourself. When was the last time you ate a proper meal? You are looking so skinny.” I smile sadly at her. It’s hard keeping my emotions in check around her. Sally has seen me at my most vulnerable. She pulls on my shirt and track pants, trying to emphasize how much weight I have lost. I’m not blind. I know I have lost a lot of weight; my clothes don’t fit like they should. I even have to roll some of my pants just to get them to stay on my hips.

　　“I know, I have been trying. It is just so hard with how chaotic my life is at the moment.”

　　Sally rubs my cheek with her thumb. “I have to get back to work but don’t forget to eat. I am on shift again on Wednesday, so I will bring a few things for you.” She jams the plastic bag into my handbag and zips it up to make sure I take it when I leave. Sally walks out to tend to her other patients.

　　I sit back down and wait for my phone to charge a bit more before unplugging it. It is now 8:30PM. I have to be back before nine to make sure I don’t get locked out. Leaning down, I place a kiss on my mother’s head before walking out and heading back to my car.

　　The walk back is quick. Tonight isn’t too cold, thank goodness. I open my boot and grab my duvet and my pillow before climbing back into the front seat and reclining the seat all the way back. I snuggle underneath my blanket and close my eyes, praying that sleep comes easy tonight.

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　　The next morning, I wake nice and warm wrapped up like a human burrito in my duvet. My alarm blaring loudly and vibrating on my dash. I reach up and switch the alarm off quickly before the noise gives me a raging headache. Stretching, I groan, my body aching from being in the same position all night. I miss my bed, I miss stretching out and being able to roll around in a bed and not worry about getting car parts like the seat belt clicker jammed in my backside.

　　Opening the driver’s door, getting out, I stand up and bend over, touching my toes before stretching my back and shoulders. Once I have finished stretching like a cat, I walk to the rear passenger side and open the door. I always have a few outfits hanging up in the back. Quickly picking some dressy dark blue skinny leg jeans, a black zip up blouse, and my blazer, I walk around and start getting changed. I pull my bra up under my shirt, pulling my arms inside. I manoeuvre the bra until I get it in position.

　　Sitting in the driver’s seat I quickly rip off my pants and replace them with my jeans. Standing up, I realise they are practically falling off me. Damn, these are my favourite jeans. Popping the boot I rummage around until I find a belt, I then have to use my car keys to punch an extra hole in the belt to get it to the size I need to hold my pants up. Once I have done that, I take my shirt off and put my blouse on, pulling the zipper up just in time to hear the roller door to the carpark open.

　　Checking myself in the car window, I look decent. This is also one of my favourite tops. It was a little too small before everything, but now fits like a second skin, making my large bust stand out more and leaving ample cleavage. I don’t usually like showing off my assets but in this top, they look great, if I do say so myself. Quickly grabbing my black heels, I slip them on and bend over to do up the straps.