Hunk of junk

I had been sitting by grandfather's bed watching him sleep for two hours. I had talked to the doctor and news was not good. He had a tumor pressing on his brain. They didn't know if it was cancer or not, not until they go in and remove it. He was in a coma and not sure if he would wake. Surgery was to be on Thursday. It was Tuesday and no one knew if Uncle Jimmy would make it back in time.

"Grandpa, I'm still here. Uncle Jimmy called. They are getting him on a chopper tomorrow for Germany. From there, he will come to Charleston and then here. I hope he makes it."

I can't cry anymore. My tears are all dried up. I needed to get my shit together. I had a place to stay. I needed clothes and some food. I was in a city where I knew no one. Well that wasn't true. I knew Sam.

Sam. His sexy brown eyes. His dangerous look. He rocked the bad boy thing. Thinking about him gave me butterflies. I was still surprised he just showed up out of the blue today. I was thankful and grateful. I must have seemed rude for not being talkative. But he makes me so nervous.

I know he is older. He is in the Navy. He is kind and sexy. Did I mention sexy? This was all I knew about him. But why did I feel comfortable around him? I have always been shy around people. Especially guys, this was why I never had a boyfriend. When I was with Sam, it felt different.

Visiting hours here where noon to 8 o'clock. So I needed to get up early in the morning. I would go home and grab clothes and stuff for both of us. Then get a few groceries for the motel room. It is a three hour drive from here to there, then back. So if I left at 6 am, I could be back here by 1 o'clock. That's the plan for tomorrow. Tonight I needed to find somewhere to get clothes for tomorrow and something to sleep in tonight. I looked at my watch and it was 7:45. Time to leave and meet Sam. Oh boy! My stomach was flip flopping just thinking about him.

I walked out of the hospital and my breath caught in my lungs. Leaning against my car, just like the other night, was Sam. Dressed in his usual jeans and black shirt, his sunglasses were on and hiding those eyes, I could feel myself melt.

" Hey there."

" Hi, Sam."

" How did today go?"

" Really no change. He has a tumor on his brain and they are doing surgery the day after tomorrow. The Red Cross is helping my uncle get home, but I'm not sure if he will make it im time."

" I'm sorry. I don't really know what to say. "

" It's ok. Thank you. So I do have a question, for you. Is there any where between here and the motel I can get some clothes?"

" I think so. But first we will drop your car off cause I can't be seen in a Plymouth."

"Excuse me, this car is a classic. It is in wonderful condition. 1969 Roadrunner with a hemi that has no rust and purrs like a kitten. It has been garage stored since my dad bought it new. I don't see your car, so where did you park?"

" I brought my bike. It's over there. Let's see if you can keep up with it in your hunk of junk." Sam said he wondered over to his bike.

He has a bike. I knew he was a bad boy. This will be interesting. I got behind the wheel of my car. It's not a hunk of junk.