Kiss & Tell

“I know what we need!” she said, reaching out to grab the squeeze tube.

“It’s because of all the hair” She said, only seeming a little apologetic at the thought. It was really hard to concentrate, given the fact that other people were waiting outside. I am sure they would have heard the groan of the bed under my weight.

She was still bent over the side of the bed I was on. I could tell that she was not used to this position. Her breathing became more labored. A lock of her hair now even dangled in front of her. 

“There it is!” she exclaimed finally, straightening up and tucking the lock of hair behind her ear. The gel itself was odorless, but I was sure it was going to leave a stain on my clothes once the deed was done. She squeezed out some of the gel on me and with her finger made little circles. I lost track of how much gel she used.

I was sure all this gooey plop noises would have perked up a few ears outside the room. She looked close to being done. Her movements were now crisper. She moved about with more precision, more purpose, She had to finish me off, the queue outside was not getting any shorter.

 “For the gel...“, she said, tossing some tissue at me. We were finally done.

I was spent. Waiting in queue for a whole day for an ECG as part of a full body diagnostic is no mean feat, and the fact that the nurse was unable to attach any of the ECG leads on my chest without the gel could have been the lowest point in the entire affair.