Jazz and Merritt had been shown into an exam room at the hospital and told that Dr. Wyatt would be with them shortly. Merritt had once again become nervous anticipating what the doctor might tell her and Jazz too was worried. Not only was she thinking about what Mickey may have given her friend but what Sudz might have given her. She cursed herself for not insisting he wear protection. What kind of horrible luck did she have anyway? Almost a year since she'd last had sex and then she learns her partner has been intimate with a prostitute.
It was only a few short minutes before Dr. Wyatt arrived. He was wearing a crisp white jacket and small wire-framed glasses that added an incredibly intelligent facet to his rugged good looks. He was smiling when he walked in, looking first at Jazz - his eyes lingering on her face, then glancing at her body - and then at Merritt, professionally.
"I'm so glad you've returned. I suppose your friend told you I was concerned...?"
"She did. I hope I don't have reason to be," Merritt's voice was small and worried.
"Oh my dear...I hope I didn't alarm you. I only meant I was concerned because you hadn't returned to the hospital, not because the test results were worrisome." His voice was kind and sincere, extremely professional. As he spoke he examined the cut above her eye and removed the bandage from her lip.
Jazz spoke up. "Doctor, didn't you tell me that Merritt needed to come in for some more tests? I thought that's why you came out to the campground."
James glanced in her direction and saw that she had a rather stern look upon her face. Is that what he said? He wasn't sure. "Well...I'm sorry I was unclear. But you'll both be happy to learn that the tests we ran earlier have shown nothing to be concerned about. " He picked up her chart which was lying on the counter to the side of the gurney. Glancing over the open folder, rustling the pages back and forth, he read off the list of negative results, all indicating that Merritt was neither pregnant nor had been exposed to HIV or any other sexually transmitted disease. "Of course, in a situation like this I would suggest you go back to your own doctor when you get home, let him run some follow-ups, that sort of thing. But I don't anticipate any problems at all."
He smiled at Merritt briefly and then turned his attention to Jazz. "Again, I'm very sorry if I unnecessarily worried you." His eyes crinkled appealingly.
Then he turned back to Merritt and cleaned the cuts, saying he still didn't believe she was going to need any stitches and gave her some followup instructions. All the while Merritt was silently thanking God that nothing even more terrible was going to happen to her. She didn't realize the tension and worry she'd been carrying around until it evaporated.
As he tended Merritt, Jazz was looking at him intently. She was trying to find something she didn't like about him but was coming up empty. Nevertheless, a tiny warning still lay deep in the back of her mind, and she was seldom wrong when she felt these concerns.
Jazz was very confused, and still angry each time she thought about Sudz and what he'd done. And yet the story that he told her about his sexual experiences in the past rang true and the fact that he shared them with her did mean a lot. But was that really any reason for what he did? A tiny shiver of revulsion shot through her as she thought about Sudz having sex with Terri.
"Merritt, just keep those cuts clean...here's a little Neosporin you can use. And let's see...I gave you some pain pills, right? But it goes without saying, no drinking with those, okay? I'm very happy you're going to be fine. I know it was a terrible experience and hope that the person who did this to you will be made to pay."
Merritt smiled and climbed down off the gurney. "Thank you, Doctor. You've been very kind." Then, glancing at Jazz said, "I'm going to get a cup of coffee before we leave. I'll...uh, meet you in the waiting room...?"
"Get me one too, okay?"
She watched Merritt leave and then turned to James. But he spoke first.
"I've been thinking about you all afternoon. I hope you've decided to take me up on my offer...?"
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"Well that sounds mysterious. What's going on?" Heather looked at Gin with curiosity.
Gin wondered whether to say anything to Heather or not. Her original plan was to broach the subject with Jodi first; but then she realized that evidently lots of their group already knew it anyway, so she may as well clue Heather in now before she heard it from somebody else. And so Gin told Heather what had happened earlier with Jazz and Terri.
"You hit her?!"
"I swear Heather, it happened so fast I didn't even know it. God! She was so hateful, too...you could tell she'd just been waiting to spill it."
"Well, I still don't believe it. I happen to know that Merritt's only been back in town for a month or so...how could anything have happened in that length of time? And if they were having an affair, don't you think it's kind of weird that they'd want to be travelling together...with Jodi and Snow?"
Gin thought of just how close to home this conversation was heading. Here she was, on a trip with the man she loved and the woman he loved, and that didn't seem strange to her at all. She just wanted to be around him as much as she could, regardless of where they were. Maybe Merritt was the same.
"How does she know that anyway? Little slut, she's probably just trying to stir up trouble."
"But why, Heather? I can see where she'd be pissed at Jazz after hearing her call her a whore. But I'll tell you this...Jazz acted like she just might have believed what Terri said about her and Sudz! Can you imagine? When we left she didn't waste any time finding Sudz...and then you saw her, heading out with her bag! I can't help it. Yes, Terri's nothing but a common whore...but it seemed like she was telling the truth!"
Heather was silent, trying to digest what she was being told. "And Terri said that everybody knows? I mean, about Merritt and Viper?"
Gin nodded, almost physically sick at the thought that it could be true.
"Do you think that...Jodi knows?"
Suddenly Gin just lost it. She'd tried to tell her sister that there was something between them and she just ignored it! Laughed it off! But she'd been right, right about that tramp all along. The humiliation! Jodi would leave him...she was sure of that. Her sister could be very understanding but not about this. And if Jodi and Viper split up, she'd never seen him! Oh my God...that bitch!
"I don't know, but we're gonna find out! If Viper and Merritt think they can sneak around behind our backs and we're too stupid to figure it out..." She stopped suddenly, realizing what she'd just said. Gin looked at Heather, wondering if she'd caught it. And then her face fell. Because she had. The sisters could read each other pretty well. Sure, they all had their secrets, and allowed each others' privacy. But sometimes they caught glimpses inside the other that they may have suspected for a long time but never questioned or confirmed. And then sometimes little pieces that never really made sense before just fall right into place.