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The Roommates – Fast Forward to 2019: Chapter 17
Tina had called her office and told them she’d be out for the day. Bette’s head had throbbed and she was sick to her stomach. Her belly had heaved until it was empty. Tina had held back her hair and rubbed her back. Bette stood to her feet and brushed her teeth.
“I think you should stay home,” said Tina.
Bette met her gaze in the bathroom mirror before looking away. She finished brushing and gargled. She was wearing a purple robe that Tina had found for her. Her eyes were watery when she turned around. “I don’t know what to do, T. I have to get everything ready for the show. But I – – -.”
Bette stopped talking. She still hadn’t told Tina what had happened. And she didn’t want to. Talking about work meant talking about Sidney. And talking about Sidney led down paths she wanted to forget.
“Just take this one day. Just one day. You’ll go in to work tomorrow. But take this day to recuperate.”
“You’ll stay with me?” asked Bette.
Tina stepped closer to look at the wound on Bette’s head. The left eye was slightly swollen, the lid hanging a little lower than it should. She went to touch the side of her lover’s face, but Bette stepped back.
“Let me help you, Bette.”
Bette folded her arms protectively across her chest. “It’ll be okay.”
“That doesn’t look good. I think you need stitches, Bette.”
The brunette shook her head, her wild tresses moving as she did so. “No.”
“No, Tina. I’m not going anywhere. No one is going to see this. It’ll heal. I’ll be fine.” Bette’s mind was racing. What would she possibly tell people about how she’d gotten the injury? No one needed to know.
“Sweetie. I know you’re scared – – -,” Tina began.
Bette hated to admit her fear. She frowned, her brow furrowed. “I’m not scared.”
Tina eyed her, choosing her words carefully. “How can I help you, Bette?” Will you at least let me clean it and put some band-aids on it?”