the next day

the phone woke me up. S. was calling with news. Sh. was ok, was being moved to a ICU bed and SL was going home to get some sleep. i said i'd be going to the hospital later and he suggested we go together. ok. 

most of the day i felt like i was majorly jetlagged. i was feeling weak. then i got bombarded with SMSes after offering a ride to the hospital and i couldn't quite deal with them all. picked up S. as planned and got to see Sh. 15 mns before they threw us out. he was so groggy that we decided not to wait and let him rest. on the plus side, he was not in the ICU at all and apparently out of harm's way. 

i wasn't feeling great and, to be honest, didn't really feel like going home and being alone so we sat down in the park in front of the hospital until i felt better. when i said i was ok to go he said there was no rush so we kept talking. we were there for an hour and a half. it was great and made me feel much better. the only minute i wasn't comfortable was when he mentioned his girlfriend. cos let's face it, we'd been flirting on and off since the bus the other night. and i kept waiting for it to stop, for him to realise that this was probably not a good idea, torn between just accepting it (he is leaving next week after all so it technically isn't hurting anyone) and telling him to stop. later, in the car, he offered to cook for me in my kitchen. what was i supposed to say? i'm not the jealous type but i wouldn't like it if my boyfriend offered to cook for other women and i couldn't think of anything else so i didn't say anything. i don't really know what to do.