“Do you know who that is?!” Allison squeals at Lauren, “I can’t believe Eason Elden is here! In our hospital! And I will be taking care of him!”

Lauren rolls her eyes back at Allison. “Yeah, okay. Since you are so excited about this celebrity, how about you go change his catheter and measure his urine output.” All she wants to do is give report and get out of here. She has been working all night, a pillow is her only fantasy now.

“Oh. My. God. I would love to! Thank you so much!” Allison shouts in her ears, and skipped down the hall. “Hi Mr Elden! I’m such a big fan!”

Lauren shakes her head. Thank goodness they are in the vip suites so no other people can hear her fellow nurse. This is just plain embarrassing. Besides, what’s so special about this dude anyway? They grew up on the same block and went to grade school together, but he was a terrible kid! Sure he’s a piece of eye candy now, but what big shot movie star isn’t? And hitting his head after a party would indicate he is an irresponsible man child. His blood alcohol level is off the charts. Oh well, glad it’s over.

10 hours later, Lauren feels like she never left the hospital. It’s her second night, out of seven—it’s usually her worst one. As soon as she comes in, Allison runs up to her and starts to gossip with her face beaming. “Did you know Eason also knows how to sing? He is so good at playing the guitar too! He even makes the hideous hospital gown look sexy! I wish I get to stay in here forever!”

“Be my guest! I would rather go home anyway.” She is not a fan of him. Last night he was not pleasant to work with. Kept making requests, more pillows, more water, asking the same questions over and over, like he was her only patient. But now she’s back, to do this all over again.

A few minutes into her shift, the station secretary called her pickle phone. “Room 8 needs a shower.” Lauren grunts. She just started charting on another patient. “Ok, be there in a few.”

“No, he insisted on you going in there, now.” The secretary answers with a firm tone.

“Ugh! Fine!” Lauren closes the chart and rolls her computer to room 8. “What can I do for you Mr Elden?”

Eason Elden is standing next to his bed with his wrist still connected to an IV pole. The top of his head is almost as tall as the pole itself. “I need a shower, I was told I must be supervised.”

“Yes.” In case you are still intoxicated and slip on your ass and die. Lauren wants to say that, but fights the urge to say it out loud. Lauren turns on the shower for him and tests the water. She then takes his IV line and puts a cap on it, disconnecting it from the ringer solution. “You are good to go. I will be right here if you need me. Just tell me when you are ready.”

“Um…so you are gonna watch me shower?” He furrows his eyebrows, “there is no curtain.”

“Well…there is this thing here called a door, you can shut it.” Lauren smirks, what an idiot.

“But if I closed the door, how would you know if I’m not passed out?”

“I think I can hear you if you fall. You look like you are standing just fine.” Lauren closes the door as he goes into the shower room. But in less than two minutes, she hears a great thud. Shit. She thinks, and rushes to open the door. “You okay?…”

“I’m fine! I’m fine! I just hit my head on the shower head…”

Of course he was completely naked. Magazine shots surely wasn’t photoshopped, his abs, his muscles, his tan, his…Lauren blushes a little and closes the door. “Sorry.” Her heart beats a little faster. He didn’t look this attractive last night when she was putting the catheter in, granted he was covered in vomit… it’s a good thing he doesn’t remember her, otherwise it would be a little embarrassing.