Bathroom Break

Chelsea followed Sam into the bathroom, her head hung low and her hands clenched into tight fists as a mixture of fury, panic, and self-loathing stormed through her mind. The moment the door closed behind them, Sam swung around to face Chelsea, her mouth pulled into a deep frown. “What are you doing, girl?!”

Chelsea avoided meeting her gaze. “She started it…” she mumbled like a child.

“Did she really?” Sam crossed her arms. “Look, I get you’re into Newman and all… but you’ve got to rein in the sparring with his girlfriend, yeah? We’re in a hospital for fuck’s sake. This isn’t the place for a soap opera.”

“I know,” Chelsea choked up. “I… I can’t help it! It’s Newman, just being near him makes me feel — it makes me go crazy. I just can’t look away! But then there’s that British skank lounging on his lap and I just… urgh, I hate her!”

“I think I know kinda what you mean…” Sam sighed. “I mean… I’ve never met a guy I look at the same way as I do Newman… it’s like you’re just drawn in, y’know? Like a magnet.”

“Yeah…” Chelsea sighed wistfully, imagining the feeling of her own ass in John’s lap… feeling the warm embrace of his arms wrapped around her waist as he gently nuzzled into her neck...

“But that’s why I don’t think it’s real!” Sam continued. “I mean, I was never into him before! He never had that effect before. It has to be magic or some shit, and it’s making you act out, I think.”

“That’s cruel of you, Sam,” Chelsea said quietly as she clutched her chest. “My feelings aren’t manufactured. I liked him before, and I like him now too.”

“Well, yeah… but-” Sam cut herself short and let out a sigh. “Nevermind. Just… don’t engage with Red, okay?”

“Believe me, I’d like to avoid her altogether if possible,” Chelsea muttered and wet her hands under the sink tap before splashing her face with cool water. “She’s not even human… it creeps me out. How can Newman be into her? It’s like fucking an animal. It’s gross.”

Sam began tapping her foot impatiently. “C’mon, El, that attitude is a problem. You can’t honestly believe it makes a good impression on Newman, can you? And putting Red’s humanity aside for now… you realise I might not be human either, right?”

“That hasn’t been proven,” Chelsea pointed out.

“Still!” Sam pressed. “I might not be. Say I am a Dhampir like Newman thinks, would your opinion change of me then? Would I be a freak to you too?!”

“I don’t know!” Chelsea replied heatedly. “I don’t want to think about it!”

“Well, start thinking, girl,” Sam shot back. “Because I am fucking terrified that I might be and I really fucking need you here for me.”

Chelsea bit her tongue and shifted her hand to grip Sam’s. Sam squeezed back tightly. “...I am here for you, Sam,” she said after a moment of silence.

“Tha-” Sam was cut short as the abrupt sound of a flushing toilet filled the bathroom.

One of the stalls to the back corner gently swung open and a woman stepped out, giving the two of them a bright smile as she sauntered over to the sink next to Chelsea. Both girls had clammed up, their faces slowly turning a bright red and ready to die of embarrassment. It was impossible that the woman hadn’t overheard their very personal and emotionally charged conversation. Yet, somehow, she seemed impervious to the awkwardness radiating from Sam and Chelsea.

She seemed human, though there was an unearthly quality to her as well, with verdant hair and eyes which were as rich as emeralds. The crisp black suit she wore accentuated a curvaceous hourglass figure topped with sizeable but manageable DDs and complemented by wide, motherly hips that curved into a bubble butt you could nap on.

Chelsea had no idea who this woman was but she was envious of her figure. She was gorgeous and the confidence she radiated left Chelsea half-convinced she owned the world. The green-haired women cast a sideways glance in Chelsea’s direction as she washed her hands. “You seem very frustrated sexually, darling. I’d try masturbating a bit more if I were you; once a week is simply not enough for a young woman such as yourself. And if you’re still feeling a bit touched, a silicone friend works wonders,” the woman said unabashed.

“Wha-” Chelsea felt a lump form in her throat. What the hell did this woman know about her bedroom rituals?! Neve rmind that she was right. “Who-”

“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” the woman waved Chelsea’s budding questions away. “Just straighten your back, clean up, and get a smile on your face. You have about… five minutes,” the woman gave them both a wide smile before turning towards the exit.

“...Now that’s an ass,” Sam drooled quietly, distracted by the pendulum sway of the woman’s behind as she walked away.

“That’s your takeaway from that?!” Chelsea hissed back, still red in the face. She ran her eyes down the bathroom stalls, checking for other closed doors. There were none, thank god.

“She was hot! Sue me!” Sam shrugged.

There was a moment’s pause as the last of the tension in the air vanished, before both of them began to laugh. “I’m sorry, Sam,” Chelsea sighed once she caught her breath again. “This has been a crazy day… but I am here for you.”

“I know,” Sam smiled back, taking her hand. “You’re a good friend. The best in fact. Anyway, you ready to head back?”

“Yeah, I suppose so,” Chelsea sighed and steeled herself for another hour of tension, resolute to just ignore it.

The two of them stepped out of the bathroom and rejoined the others in the waiting room around the corner. John wore an irate expression as he talked quietly with the red-head, Brighton. His girlfriend, however, was notably absent.

“...I’m really not sure you should have done that, John,” Brighton frowned.

“I only did it to avoid another scene,” John replied defensively. “It’s better this way.”

“If you say so,” Brighton’s frown did not let up. “But she’s going to be mad at you if she realises.”

“What happened to Red?” Sam interjected, asking the question also on Chelsea’s mind.

John’s frown deepened as he looked up to them. “In the interest of avoiding further conflict she… ‘agreed’ to go home for now.”

“That’s very much appreciated,” Sam sighed with great relief as she plopped herself back down in her chair. “...Not that I hold her at any particular fault here,” she added.

John shrugged before turning to look coolly at Chelsea. “I get that today’s overwhelming for you, but I’d rather you didn’t take it out on my girlfriend.”

Chelsea could only meekly turn her head away under the pressure of his gaze. A hard lump formed in her throat, and despite wishing to apologise for her behaviour, she found herself unable. Fortunately his stare shifted away from her as a polite cough asked for their attention. The pink haired nurse from before smiled warmly at John.