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wasn’t ready to go out the door, something was wrong.
    And it was.
    I had a crick in my back which could be from sitting with Dakota all day yesterday. I was also not at my place. I was lying over something very warm and kind of soft, but not. I lurched up and tried to move over the warm thing that happened to be Rand. I was on his couch curled up over him. He was sound asleep until my knee hit between his thighs and he lifted me off of his crotch.
    “Careful there babe. I like those parts to work.” He said sleepily with a hand over his crotch.
    I landed on my feet and stood shakily for a second or two before I started rambling. “Work. Got to go.” I said sleepily yet on the verge of panic.
    He sat up , swung his legs to the edge and then stood up. He watched as I rubbed my eyes. We had ordered pizza. Eaten almost all of the large pie before he turned on the TV. I remember watching a few minutes of some kind of sports show before I obviously fell asleep. Here I was now. Half asleep in scrubs that I had in my trunk. I had changed into them after doing a spit bath in his sink while we waited for food. “Go use the bathroom. Wash your face and brush your hair. I think that I have a spare toothbrush in one of the drawers.” He turned me as he kissed me lightly. “Go.”
    I walked out of the bathroom, put on my shoes and grabbed my purse. I was ready to go but not wanting to when Rand walked to me. He said in his best fifties wifely voice. “Have a good day honey. See you when you get home.” He held breakfast in his hands out to me.
    I started laughing and he spoke a gain. “I work ten to six. When’s your lunch?”
    I shrugged my shoulders. “On my feet when I can.”
    “Mine’s at two. Find me if you can. If not I’ll find you end of shift.” He then really kissed me then turned me towards the door.
    I left his condo with a freshly microwaved breakfast sandwich that tasted like crap and a bottled cold coffee that tasted wonderful. Guess yin and yang come in all different flavors.
    I walked in to work two minutes late. Not bad considering how my morning had started.
    I was assigned to Dakota again. He was my only patient today. When I walked in his room I saw why. He was gray. Not pale. Not unhealthy pale. He was gray as he neared death but he was still fighting to live.
    He should have gone in a coma overnight. It would have been a blessing for him to do it. He was in so much pain that I could see it. I upped his morphine as the doctor had ordered. I started washing his extremities. His arms and face first. I saved his feet for last. I started applying lotion carefully as not to hurt or tax his nerves. The whole time I did this I sang to him. He adored Pink. What songs that I remembered I sang. What I didn’t remember the words to I hummed. I saw him start to get sick. I ran out of the room screaming at another nurse to care for him while I got meds. When I found we were out of Haldol on the floor I ran to the elevator.
    I should have known that we were running low. I should have had it filled on the floor. I should have, could have, would have , had I been thinking. I didn’t. Now I was behind the eight ball and Dakota was going to pay the price. There were other drugs that would have worked but not as well as that one. He responded best to it. I ran to the elevator and a couple was exiting it. I ran in and pushed the button for the main floor. When it hit the floor with the door opening far too slow for my liking, I ran to the pharmacy. Rand was there. I yelled Dakota’s name telling him to get me the drug ‘now’.
    Rand typed and sprinted. He threw me a box and a package of syringes overhand. I caught them and ran back to the elevator. I hit the button three times . It didn’t open. I was running out of time so I ran to the stairs, pulled open the door and sprinted up the four flights back to Dakota’s room.
    I knew the dosage by heart. I didn’t even look at his chart. I cleaned up after him and