**ROSEANA**
"In the meantime, you should keep your foot as still as possible. If possible, leave it alone for up to two weeks. Weight-bearing activities should also be limited. Your sprain is not serious, so you'll be fine in one to three weeks," the doctor explained. I nodded at everything he said.
"Thank you, Doc," I said as the doctor finished examining my foot, which would not have taken an hour if the man next to me hadn't interfered.
"No problem," the doctor replied. I returned his smile.
I expected the doctor to appear after putting away the items he used to treat me, but I was mistaken. I can tell he was about to say something to Damon before he stepped out because of how he faced Damon, but Damon cut him off.
"You're free to go," Damon stated casually. Instead of paying attention to the doctor he knew, his gaze was drawn to my foot. I was the one who felt bad for the doctor.
When the doctor looked at me, I feigned a smile, something the man seemed unable to do because all he knew how to do was mock him.
"Anyway, my name is Ramon Fernandez, and you can call me Ramon." I was surprised when he offered his hand for a handshake.
"My name is Roseana," I say immediately, not bothering to say my last name because I'm not sure which surname to use: Damon's or mine.
Despite my surprise, I smiled and reached for his hand. My hands were almost reaching Ramon's hand for a handshake when Damon abruptly grabbed my hand, preventing me from shaking hands with Ramon but with him instead.
I stared at him in astonishment, thinking he wasn't paying attention to what he was saying because he ignored him.
Damon raised his eyebrows at the doctor. "Didn't I tell you to leave?" Damon asks harshly.
I secretly pinched his hand in mine, trying to persuade him to be kind to the doctor. His responses to Ramon did not seem promising. I'm not sure what his relationship with him is like, whether they're friends or not, but he should still be nice to him.
"Relax, man; I will not take her away from you," Ramon remarked to Damon, laughing.
"Roseana, do you mind if I talk with him for a few minutes?" Ramon inquired.
Damon raised his eyebrows at the doctor. "Didn't I tell you to leave?" Damon asks harshly.
I secretly pinched his hand in mine, trying to persuade him to be kind to the doctor. His responses to Ramon did not seem promising. I'm not sure what his relationship with him is like, whether they're friends or not, but he should still be nice to him.
"Relax, man; I will not take her away from you," Ramon remarked to Damon, laughing.
"Roseana, do you mind if I talk with him for a few minutes?" Ramon inquired.
"You shouldn't talk to your friend like that," I told Damon quietly when we were alone in the room.
"He's an asshole," my husband said. His gaze was fixed on mine.
"Careful with your words, Damon. Anyway, if you don't want to talk with him, you should politely tell him." I remind him of this.
"How can I politely tell him to fuck off, huh? He's testing every bit of my patience," he questioned, emphasizing the word kindly as if it didn't exist in his vocabulary and admitting it cringed at him. He even rolled his eyes, as though the scenario irritated him.
"Talk to him kindly, and if he continues to bother you even after you've made your point that you don't want to talk to him, tell him to fuck off," I advised, quoting what he said.
Damon's eyes widened as he heard what I said. He wrapped his two hands around my face and stared me down.
"Did you just curse?" he asked, not sure if he was astonished or bewildered by what he heard.
"I guess?" I shrug.
He shook his head. He brought his face closer to mine and kissed me on the lips, telling me, "You shouldn't talk like that."
"Bad girl," he murmured after kissing me, "that's your punishment for cursing."
"You're such a flirt, Damon." You should go. Ramon is waiting for you," I murmured, my lips tinged with a smile.
Even after Damon had left, I couldn't stop smiling. I looked like a crazy lady, grinning like an idiot, alone in this room. I feel good now. I feel like I'm floating on a cloud of happiness. I'm worried my heart will explode with joy.
I felt my lips, and I can still feel his lips on mine. My entire face got scarlet, and I had to stop myself from shouting in delight.
"Calm down, Roseana. You are not a teenager to be giddy about your crush," I told myself, trying to control the wide smile on my lips that eventually couldn't be stopped.
I bury my face in my blanket and flip like a fish out of water, kicking my feet into the air like a woman out of her mind. I just stopped moving when my foot suddenly hurt. I temporarily forgot the doctor's advice not to move my foot.
I'm ecstatic, and I want to express my feelings. I'm not sure what I'm feeling; all I know is that I'm happy right now.
I screamed in a controlled tone, "Ahh!" I've only recently discovered how tough it is to stop making noise when privately crying as it is to stop exhibiting happiness. I felt like a high school student who had his ultimate crush notice him.
"What are you doing?" Damon's voice startled me. Under the cover, I blink many times.
Did he just catch me slithering around like a worm? Goodness!
I hid beneath the blanket. I didn't even bother to remove the blanket that had wrapped around my entire body. It would be preferable if I could remain like this until I recover from my embarrassment.
I mumbled, "You didn't see anything." Because of my embarrassment, I feel like I'm going to dissolve. I'm sweating under the blanket and having trouble breathing, but I'd rather suffer through it than witness Damon's reaction.
"Roseana, you are going to suffocate yourself; remove what is covering your face," Damon spoke quietly. I heard him approach the bed where I was sleeping and sit in a nearby chair.
I thought he'd talk with the doctor. They talk so quickly. I haven't even gotten over my enthusiasm yet, and he's already returned.
"Come on, Roseana," he insists.
I shut my eyes tightly. It's as though I have no choice but to confront him. Maybe I'll simply pretend nothing happened, as if he hadn't caught me practically rolling over on the bed from excitement.
I clutched the blanket firmly. I took a long breath and carefully drew the blanket down from my head to beneath my eyelids.
I took a look around. My gaze shifted inward, toward my nose. I wasn't expecting Damon's face to open up to me, just a few millimeters away.
"What are you doing? Hmm?" he softly inquired.