It’s yours and Jack’s anniversary. He’s planned something special, nice hotel away for the weekend.
The first night you stay in and there’s a knock on the door. You pause mid make out on the bed to find the couple from the room over the way out of breath. “Have you got a first aid kit?!” She screams. “My partner tripped, he’s bleeding and I need more bandages or towel or-”
You’d stop her quick, “Jack, need the towels and the aid kit, now!” You laughed at Jack insisting on bringing one, he’d told you hotel first aid kits are shit and are always locked away and take too long and comes with a kid who barely passed a first aid course. The pair of you would run to the other room, make our session long forgotten.
The second day, you decide to venture to the pool. Nice relax, Jack insists the jacuzzi is purely medical (the warm water helps his leg) but really he just wants an excuse to lounge in it for hours with you by his side.
Your relaxing would be interrupted by a blood curdling scream. You watch as a lifeguard is pulling a lifeless woman out of the pool.
You scramble out of the jacuzzi and run, careful not to slip and become a casualty yourself as you introduce yourself and role and begin commanding the scene. Compressions. Towel. Defibrillator. 911. After it was paper work in the hotel office.
So much for the relaxing jacuzzi!
The third night you were sure the hotel was cursed and insist on going out and finding a nice restaurant to enjoy your actual anniversary night…haha.
The meal was great, the wine was amazing and you were impressed by the starter so far. You reach for Jack’s hand over the table and give it a squeeze.
“Just what the doctor ordered,” you’d joke.
Then would come the crashing of glass and cutlery as an older man collapses off his chair and to the ground.
“HELP! IS ANYONE A DOCTOR!”
Yeah…so much for getting away from the hospital for a while!
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