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                  “Why are you being so nice to me?”   She asked seriously.
     
                  He paused in his struggle with her hair.  “ Why would n’t I be ?” 
     
    She turned carefully and looked up at him. “ I appreciate it, I really do.  I just don’t understand… why you’ve stayed with me. ”   It embarrassed her to ask it in such a blunt way, but she truly didn’t understand.  Marty was as cold and distant as they came; mumbling his greetings and finding fault easily.  He was sarcastic and could curse a blue streak at the drop of a dime.  On top of that he had a temper and was known to throw food, dishes, and spatulas when he was pissed.  So, to see him brushing her hair with painstaking gentleness was – to say the least – disturbing.
     
                  His gray eyes stared into her brown ones.  Something stirred in Nicole; a warmth , s omething she hadn’t felt in a long time.
     
     
                  “I feel partly responsible for what happened to you.”
     
                  That surprised her . “ But why? ”
     
                  “ Because you’re on a bike--at night--alone.”
     
                  “Why would you be responsible for that?”
     
                  “Because…”  He looked uncomfortable.  Gently he turned her head back around so that he could continue brushing her hair.  “Because you work for me and when you leave my establishment it should be safe for you to get home.  I don’t think riding your bike in all weather, at night is particularly safe.”
     
                  “You’ve…thought about this before?”
     
                  “Yeah.  I think about all you guys…even if you all think I’m just plain mean .”
     
                  Nicole turned back around.  His face was its normal stern but she saw a twinkle in his eye.  Did he always have that twinkle ?  Was that how it really was with Marty?  He wore a cold mask but it was only hiding that twinkle ?
     
                  The door opened and the nurse returned with a tray of antiseptic and gauze .  With an approving smile she nodded at the sight of Marty grooming Nicole .  “You’re lucky, Sweetie, to have such a good boyfriend.  He never left your side once when you were unconscious.”  Marty put down the brush but didn’t so much as open his mouth to correct the nurse’s assumption .   Nicole kept her eyes lowered, confused and uncomfortable.
     
    The nurse cleaned and applied salve to her stitches.  When she was fin ally f inished torturing her poor scalp , she a nnounced that they wouldn’t need bandages and warned her to clean the stitches once a day.
     
    How was she supposed to do that? She had shoulder length hair that was like a 1960s afro right now! She guessed that she should be thankful that she hadn’t had to get her head shaved. Not that she really cared about such things. The last thing she cared about was her looks.
     
    After the ordeal, Nicole had a killer headache and the nurse left leaving her more painkillers. 
     
    Marty watched her as she grimaced trying to find a comfortable pillow arrangement for her head. Without being asked he plumped her pillow and adjusted her covers.  Nicole stared at everything but him with a mixture of confusion and gratitude.   For the first time the silence was awkward between them. 
     
    She was reluctant to meet Marty’s gaze , because he was just standing there looking down at her; all muscled out in his t-shirt and recently shaved head and face.  It wasn’t far- fetched; the nurse ’ s assumption that Marty was her man.  He was acting like a very devoted boyfriend.  Much more devoted then James had when she had last been in the hospital giving birth to their child .  Marty cleared his throat and she finally looked up coming back to the present