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- I work 10 hours days 4 1/2 days of the week as a vet tech. Some days I come home and just fall straight to bed after a long day, but others I'll come on. I also compete in obedience competitions with my dog, so a lot of my time is spent training with him. The weekends and Mondays are my best days to be on.
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Giving a bit of a breathless laugh at the notion of him calling her mom, Hope smiled to him before she nodded and walked away then. When she got back to the apartment, Jazzy was as anxious as she had left the dog before, and when Hope went to check and see if the dog had eaten anything, only to see that she hadn't, Hope sighed and decided to pick her up to calm her down a bit. Little whimpers and whines came from Jazzy, but she otherwise stayed in Hope's hold, to which Hope was even a little thankful for because this almost comforted her in a way as well. At least she was holding something, someone rather, that was also close to her. Maybe not as close as she was to William, but Jazzy was apart of William, one that Hope also loved. She brought them back to the bedroom and set Jazzy down on the bed before she decided to take a shower, muddling over her thoughts as she stood under the water, wondering what William was doing, wondering if he was okay. Wondering if they had any results back.
The thoughts of that sent a shuddering breath out of Hope, but she bit her lip and turned the shower off before she headed out of it. And with the rest of the routines she did, with her getting into her night clothes, this day she decided to wear one of William's old shirts, one that came down to a few inches above her knees. She just wanted something to represent him in that moment. And as she climbed into the bed she started to check her phone before a period of text were sent between one another, her mind a bit calmed over the fact that he must be feeling well enough if he was texting her, even if she would have loved to have rather had been talking to him in that moment, texting was the next best thing, she figured. And when he mentioned something about his dinner being tasteless and bland, it reminded her that she hadn't eaten anything since that morning, but she wasn't hungry. The thought of eating made her sick because of the worry that continued to flutter through her. Maybe her stomach would be settled in the morning, she told herself, and then she would eat.
But she had grown disappointed when it was time for bed, sending one last text to William of a good night and that she loved him, and then she laid down in bed but was unable to get herself to get any sleep. Jazzy was sidled up against her side, her head resting against Hope's stomach as Hope laid on her back and continuously with one of her hands stroked down Jazzy's back. It was in that moment that she found herself a little grateful for the dog, because at least she didn't have to be alone right now. The both of them needed each other right now, she figured.
Only had she been able to get about two, maybe three, hours of sleep before her eyelids refused to close again. For hours she looked up at the ceiling, wondering if William was sleeping well enough or if he was complaining about it again. Regardless, when she turned and looked over at the alarm clock to see that it was seven o'clock, Hope decided to get up to take a shower. After the shower she took care of Jazzy by taking her out and then refilling her food again. She even got herself a little breakfast which just consisted of two pieces of toast, something that she could stomach for the time being. When she was finished with that there were still another hour before she had to leave, to which she spent that time with Jazzy, telling her that everything was going to be okay and that there was nothing to worry about while trying to gauge the dog's mind with a few toys she had. Apparently Jazzy wasn't amused by anything by her lack of wanting to play, not that Hope could blame her.
When it was time for her to leave, and as she started towards her car, she sent William a text to let him know that she was on her way, and when she made it back to the hospital she went back down the halls and ended up back in the waiting room where she walked over to the nurses station. It was about five minutes after nine, so when the woman told her that he hadn't been moved and that she could see them, Hope smiled as the woman lead her to the room. The nurse opened the door with a good morning before she let Hope into the room and closed the door behind her, letting the two by themselves for a little bit as she would go to get the doctor. "Hey, good morning." She smiled as she looked at William, herself walking over to the bed and then leaning in to give him a kiss. "How are you feeling?"
The thoughts of that sent a shuddering breath out of Hope, but she bit her lip and turned the shower off before she headed out of it. And with the rest of the routines she did, with her getting into her night clothes, this day she decided to wear one of William's old shirts, one that came down to a few inches above her knees. She just wanted something to represent him in that moment. And as she climbed into the bed she started to check her phone before a period of text were sent between one another, her mind a bit calmed over the fact that he must be feeling well enough if he was texting her, even if she would have loved to have rather had been talking to him in that moment, texting was the next best thing, she figured. And when he mentioned something about his dinner being tasteless and bland, it reminded her that she hadn't eaten anything since that morning, but she wasn't hungry. The thought of eating made her sick because of the worry that continued to flutter through her. Maybe her stomach would be settled in the morning, she told herself, and then she would eat.
But she had grown disappointed when it was time for bed, sending one last text to William of a good night and that she loved him, and then she laid down in bed but was unable to get herself to get any sleep. Jazzy was sidled up against her side, her head resting against Hope's stomach as Hope laid on her back and continuously with one of her hands stroked down Jazzy's back. It was in that moment that she found herself a little grateful for the dog, because at least she didn't have to be alone right now. The both of them needed each other right now, she figured.
Only had she been able to get about two, maybe three, hours of sleep before her eyelids refused to close again. For hours she looked up at the ceiling, wondering if William was sleeping well enough or if he was complaining about it again. Regardless, when she turned and looked over at the alarm clock to see that it was seven o'clock, Hope decided to get up to take a shower. After the shower she took care of Jazzy by taking her out and then refilling her food again. She even got herself a little breakfast which just consisted of two pieces of toast, something that she could stomach for the time being. When she was finished with that there were still another hour before she had to leave, to which she spent that time with Jazzy, telling her that everything was going to be okay and that there was nothing to worry about while trying to gauge the dog's mind with a few toys she had. Apparently Jazzy wasn't amused by anything by her lack of wanting to play, not that Hope could blame her.
When it was time for her to leave, and as she started towards her car, she sent William a text to let him know that she was on her way, and when she made it back to the hospital she went back down the halls and ended up back in the waiting room where she walked over to the nurses station. It was about five minutes after nine, so when the woman told her that he hadn't been moved and that she could see them, Hope smiled as the woman lead her to the room. The nurse opened the door with a good morning before she let Hope into the room and closed the door behind her, letting the two by themselves for a little bit as she would go to get the doctor. "Hey, good morning." She smiled as she looked at William, herself walking over to the bed and then leaning in to give him a kiss. "How are you feeling?"