I stared at the floor as I replayed what Tom had said in my head. He was long since gone. In fact, he’d gone pretty much as soon as he told me. I’d been fucking John on a regular basis for most of the year by now, and though I told him he was welcome to find someone to go out with, he seemed convinced that if he let me fuck him enough, we’d magically fall back in love. The guy seriously needed to get a grip. I pulled my phone out of my pocket with a sigh.
“John, we need to talk”
I frowned, rubbing my arm where I’d been stabbed with a fucking needle. I fucking hate hospitals. It took three porters to pin me down so the nurse could give me a sedative, which I’d asked for to calm me down, before actually getting down to business. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was gonna be, but then again, that could’ve been because of the sedative. That wouldn’t fuck up the results, would it? Shit, what if it did? Cay, just chill, everything’s gonna be fine.
It took me a few days of moping to convince myself to go over and see Maxxie. I waited til I knew Hadley and the kids would be away from the house before making my way over. I was so nervous I felt like I was gonna puke. I knocked on the door, hoping he hadn’t gone out or anything.
“Hey” I smiled when he answered.
"What're you doing here?" he asked, frowning slightly.
"Came to see you" I said but he didn’t say anything. “Can I come in?”
He let me in and I sat myself down on the couch.
"How've you been?" I asked.
"Fine, thanks. Coffee?" he asked and I nodded.
He got a coffee for us both and I smiled, taking it from him. He sat down in an arm chair and I tried to build up the confidence to tell him.
"How's Hadley?" I asked sipping at my coffee.
"He's good. How're you?"
"Good" I said, taking another sip.
He flashed me a tiny smile and I smiled back. I could tell Maxxie didn’t really know what to say, and I still hadn’t built up the confidence to tell him.
"So, uh, what're you really here for?" he asked, kind of curiously.
I sipped nervously at my coffee, trying to change the subject by asking Maxxie about the brats. Yeah, it didn’t work. He kept quiet.
"I need to pee" I said, making an escape to the bathroom.
He arched an eyebrow as I left. I took my time, trying to will myself into telling him. C’mon, you fucking coward. I sort of planned out in my head how to tell him but the sheer thought of it made me puke. I let myself out of the bathroom once I’d finished puking up my breakfast and pretty much walked into Maxxie.
"Stalking me?" I asked, chuckling a little.
"No, just wondering what was taking so long"
The two of use headed downstairs, sitting back down. I drank the last of my coffee, wondering if that was really the best thing to do when my stomach was doing back flips.
"Do I get to know why you're here yet?"
"There's something I need to tell you"
I let out a quiet nervous laugh. “Uh, so here’s the thing... I kinda might have HIV”