Love Emergency

Story Sent in by Constance:

I was to meet Henry for the first time at a local restaurant but a little bit before dinner he texted, "Meet me at RGHER 1425 Portland Ave."

I texted back, "Is that a bar?"

He didn't respond. With nothing else to go on, I made my way to 1425 Portland Avenue. It wasn't a bar. It was Rochester General Hospital's emergency room. RGHER.

I parked and called him and he picked up. I said, "The emergency room? Are you okay?"

He said, "I'm fine. I'll be out in a minute."

I hurried into the waiting area and he entered it a few moments later. I went up to him and asked, "What's wrong?"

He said, "Just had a problem but it's all fixed, now. Ready for dinner?"

"What sort of problem?" I asked, genuinely concerned.

"A dick problem. Ready for dinner?"

I said, "M-maybe you should go home and just relax or something."

He said, "Up to you. I'm fine, my dick's fine. Up to you."

It took me a few moments to gather my thoughts but I ultimately said, "I think I'm going to call it a night."

"Up to you," he said, "Goodnight."

He left the waiting room and made for the parking lot. I wasn't far behind, and I drove home.