Melinda And Jim's Exception: A Narrative Fiction

It's the talk of the town.

Three of Melinda and Jim's children had been involved in a t-bone collision. I heard it was bad.

I need to see her; see if she's okay.

She has always been there for everyone and I bet she has people there... but I need to be there.

"Could you tell me where any of the Clancy children might be?"

"Are you family?" The nurse asks, looking up from the computer.

"I'm a close friend of Melinda, their mother." I say loosening my tie.

"I can't distribute that information sir," she explains. "I am under very strict rules from the chief of surgery to not tell anyone other than family."

"Well can I talk to the Chief?" I ask rub my head.

"He's in an immediate surgery on one of the victims of the crash," she explains.

"I need

I'm a friend of Melinda," I say, my anger building up inside.

All I want to do is see Melinda. I don't care about Jim.

Never have.

Never will.

"Sorry sir," she mutters.

"Is there anyway you can just tell me what floor?" I yell.

"Sir... I can't tell you anyth- hello Melinda." She says looking behind me.

"What's going on?" Melinda calls out and walks toward us.

"This man is saying he's your friend." She explains as her pager goes off. "I told him that Jim said I couldn't give out any information to anyone but family and the police."

"Go to your page, he is my friend. Rick what are you doing here... it's the middle of night." Melinda says dismissing her.

"I heard about the crash and I needed to check on you." I say walking toward her.

"You didn't have too," she sighs. "But I appreciate it and so would my kids. I have to get back to my girls... umm... you can come if you'd like."

"I'd like that. Are you okay?" I ask looking over her.

"Physically I'm fine. I wasn't in the car that got hit," she says walking next to me. "But Emma, Mackenzie, Katie and Ned are all hurt. Two of them are pregnant and Emma's hand shattered. She's a violinist... if she loses this amazing gift she has, I don't know if she'll come back from

I want it to be real, but I know she wouldn't join in the fantasy. But maybe she would.

I wrap both arms around her, hoping that with time, she'd come around and feel the same way. That she'd see that I'm for her. That I've loved her since the first day she graced me with her presence.

*Melinda's Point of View*

I won't say he's a bad kisser because he isn't.

But even with him being a good kisser, it is like an old piece of wet, dripping tire is being turned in my mouth.

I hate the feeling of him against me. I try to get the courage to push him away but he resists, taking it as a chance to press closer.

"Stop," I sob. "Stop!"

"Melinda?" Jim came out from nowhere and I turn to see him.

I look back at him and he just looks at me with a blank face, his fingers touching his mouth.

"Sorry," he whispers. "I don't know what came over me..."

"I'm married. You don't just do things like that! You're not my husband nor will you ever be anything but a friend to me. I will never want you they way you want me too... just go home Rick." I sigh and then turn to see my husband.

"What happened?" Jim asks embracing me, his lips touching the top of my head.

"He kissed me." I