You Might Like This--Spanna
Spencer had always hated being sick. Obviously, no one liked being sick, but she really, really hated it. She hated missing work, she hated being stuck in bed, and she hated having other people take care of her. Right now, though, she would give anything to just be sick. Instead, she was recovering from a bullet wound to the chest, and couldn’t even go to the bathroom without her girlfriend’s help.
Hanna had been a godsend the last few days. Ever since Spencer had come home from the hospital, Hanna had done everything she could to make her comfortable. She had gathered up all of Spencer’s favorite movies and tv shows, she made sure she had Spencer’s favorite foods, and she kept the never ending visitors to a minimum. Spencer wasn’t sure what she would have done without her.
Of course, it had been a different story in the hospital. It had taken nearly the entire week for Spencer to convince Hanna that what happened hadn’t been her fault. She understood where Hanna’s guilt came from, but she had forgiven her for kidnapping Noel long before she was shot. A gentle knock startled Spencer out of her thoughts.
“Are you awake?” Hanna asked softly, walking into the room.
“Yeah, what’s up?” she asked. Hanna smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed.
“You might like this,” she said, handing Spencer a mug. Spencer’s eyes widened as she inhaled the scent of coffee.
“Really? I can have coffee?” she asked in amazement. The doctor had prohibited her from consuming any caffeine, which had only served to make her extremely cranky. At least was she was sick, she also lost her taste for coffee, so it wasn’t the proverbial forbidden fruit. Hanna nodded.
“I talked to the doctor and she said that you can have one cup a day for now,” she explained. Spencer took a long sip, a smile spreading across her face. She didn’t fail to notice that Hanna’s idea of a cup probably equaled at least two and a half of what a doctor considered one.
“So, uh, Mary called again,” Hanna said cautiously, not looking at her girlfriend. Spencer narrowed her eyes.
“Did you just bribe me with coffee?” she asked suspiciously. Hanna shrugged.
“Maybe a little bit,” she admitted. "Did it work?"
Spencer sighed.
“Maybe a little bit. So what did she want this time?” she asked. She’d been adamant about not wanting to see the woman claiming to be her birth mother, and she hadn’t broached the subject with her parents yet. She wasn’t sure why she was postponing the discussion. Either they admitted that Mary was her birth mother, or they denied it. Finding out the truth would be as simple as a blood test.
“The same thing she wanted the last five times. She wanted to see you,” Hanna said. Spencer nodded. She’d expected as much.
“What did you tell her?” she asked.
“Oh, she’s on her way,” Hanna said casually. Spencer’s eyes bulged, and Hanna giggled.
“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. I said you’re not up to visitors right now, and you’d call when you’re ready,” she said. Spencer rolled her eyes.
“She probably knows you’re lying to her. I’m sure she knows Alison has been visiting,” Spencer said. Hanna shrugged.
“Maybe. So what? It’s your decision when you see her,” she pointed out. Spencer nodded slowly.
“I guess I should talk to my parents sometime,” she said, dreading the idea of it. Her relationship, especially with her mother, had improved so much over the last five years, and she hated the idea of something ruining the progress they’d made.
“Whenever you’re ready,” Hanna said supportively. Spencer smiled and took another drink out of the mug.
“Have I mentioned I really love this coffee?”