Faded Love! [Elvis Presley]

Chapter 11

The next week Elvis stayed right on track. I had to keep the facts from him. He was dumped. By his fiancé Ginger. The one person he was doing all this for. I wanted to make him see that he was doing this for himself. Not for Ginger.

Today I was checking Elvis vital signs. We had to go over to the hospital to run a few blood tests on him as well. Get blood work done. I was weighing him in his bathroom as I mark things down on his charts that were in my hand.

"How did I do nurse?" he asks me.

I nod then smile. "You are doing well! You slimmed down a couple of pounds Mr. Presley!" I happily announce.

"It's Elvis. I do not need to be reminded how old I am by the formalities" he chuckles.

I smile. "Sorry.... Elvis!" I correct myself.

"Only a couple of pounds?" he grumbles as he looks down at my chart, I was jotting down notes in.

I nod. "Well better than nothing! You are getting there! Shaping your body takes time! And you are sliming down quickly!" I promise him hoping he would keep hope in himself.

"Ginger will be so proud! I will be slimmer by Christmas! And I will look like a million dollars in my tux when it comes time to say I do!" he happily boasts.

My heart sinks. Poor Elvis. "Right. We better get going to the hospital. The guards are ready for us downstairs to head over there and get your blood work done" I change the subject off Ginger.

We head downstairs. Then Elvis opens the car door for me to get in. His driver takes us off in a Dodge car he owned. I could not keep up with all of Elvis cars. His horses. He had many things.

He was very blessed to say the least. I could not afford a car or a home of my own. I hoped one day to at least be able to live on my own and be able to support myself. That was my only goal in my life. Sad really.

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"What are you thinking about nurse?" he asks me. "You look pretty deep in thought there"

I shrug. "My goals in life really is all that is on my mind"

"Let me guess. You want a family one day. A marriage. A little picket fence and a home?" he jokes.

My face falls. I knew I would never find those things for my life. I never could count on my own family much less create my own family. "No, my goals are to have my own apartment. Live on my own. Not deepened on my friends or my boss. Just me. I want to depended on me" I state to him.

He looks surprised by that. "What? Just to rent an apartment? You do not have any bigger dreams?" he asks me.

I shrug. "Why? That is a big dream for me"

"I was poor myself long time ago. I lived in one bedroom with my mom and my pop. I knew I wanted a better life for my mom. And I did that for her. I dreamt big to get where I am today" he points out.

I laugh. "Elvis you are talented, and you have an amazing voice. I have none of those things" I joke.

"But there is so much more you could do. One day you will have that family and a house of your own" he vows.

I smile his way. "Well thank you for thinking highly of me" I remark.

We get to the hospital. Elvis and I are escorted into the hospital. A group soon gathers. Cheering Elvis name. Waving his way. Looking curiously at us. Wondering what was going on here. Elvis is taken to the back where he can have a private room where his blood work can be drawn. Barb was meeting us here.

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"Hello there Sandra! How nice to see you again! And you too Mr. Presley!" Barb greets us. She checks Elvis vitals. "Someone will be right with you to draw your blood work. Feel free to read the magazine's here in the room while you wait" Barb offers before she leaves the room.

"I never read those things. They never have truth in them" Elvis tells me.

I nod in agreement. I glance over where the stack of magazines rest on rack there along the door. I happen to read one headline. From the one called "Star!" I nearly gasp. There was Ginger Alden on the front cover.

Elvis was on there to. Ginger was on the cover with her new boyfriend. A tell all interview that she had moved on from Elvis. And they were broken up. I get up then snatch the thing before Elvis could get a glimpse of it. News sure spread fast around Memphis.

"Find something good to read there Sandra?" Elvis remarks.

"Oh yeah interesting" I stammer.

I see more magazines. Each headline had Ginger Alden splashed on the front cover. Finally, the other nurse comes in with Barb. The nurse is fawning all over Elvis. Distracting him from reading the headlines.

I stand in front of where the magazines are. Thankfully the nurse flirting with Elvis kept his mind on her. Soon his blood was drawn. And it was nearly over with. Barb makes me move so she can get out past the door there.

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"Mr. Presley, may I ask you something before I go?" the other nurse questions.

"Anything!" Elvis tells her. He flashes a smile her way.

"Can I ask you out for a date?" she nervously stammers.

He blinks looking surprised. The nurse was ten times younger than he was. "Oh, I am sorry. I am flattered. But sorry. I am spoken for. I am getting married around Christmas" he brags happily.

The nurse looks surprised by that. "So, you worked things out with Miss. Alden? The wedding is back on?" asks the nurse who looked confused.

Elvis now looks confused. "What do you mean back on? The wedding was never called off?" he laughs.

"Oh, I see. Sorry Mr. Presley. Forget I said anything" stammers the embarrassed nurse. She heads out on her way.

"What an odd thing to say to me huh?" he laughs. "What are they reading about me in those magazines. Can I have that one you are reading there Sandra?" he asks me as he holds his hand out for the magazine, I was hiding from him.

My face falls. "No, I am not done with it yet" I mutter.

"Give me the magazine Sandra" he demands sternly as he stands before me.

"No" I say as I go to even attempt to stuff it under my shirt. He goes to get another magazine. I dodge him. He moves I move in his way. He manages to move past me. He snatches a magazine. His face falls as he begins to read the headlines.

"Elvis I am so sorry" I say softly.

I was defeated.

He slams the magazine back into the rack. It falls to the ground. He storms past me. I follow after him. I grab him by the arm. Taking him out of where there was a crowd.

He did not need all of them having a front row seat to all his pain he was about to endure. His handsome face looks furious. Hurt. His vein near the temple of his forehead was throbbing he looked so mad.

"Elvis I am so so sorry" I say softly.

"How long have you known?" he demands to know.

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I wince.

"How long?" he wants to know.

"About a week" I softly say. "Ginger called me. She wanted me to tell you the news"

"Why did you not tell me the news?" he wants to know. He glares angrily at me.

"Elvis I was worried that you would stop your progress. And that you were only doing this for Ginger and not for you" I say softly. "That was the only reason why I put off telling you about the breakup" I explain to him.

"I told you before I wanted to get better because I wanted to get better. Sure at first it had a little to do with Ginger. But you made me want to keep going for myself" he says to me.

"Are you going to keep with it?" I ask him.

He nods. "Of course I am"

"Good" I say softly. "I am so sorry about Ginger"

"Don't be. It is fine" he mutters. "We were to far apart in age. We had nothing in common" he quotes the magazine bitterly. "Let's get the hell outta here" he states.

We head back to Graceland. He does not say another word. He stares blankly out the window. I wondered what was going on his poor head. Not everyone had goals to be married or have a family. But it was clear that Elvis wanted that.

Elvis could have anything he wanted. But somehow that was the one thing he could not provide for himself. It made me feel so bad for him. I did not want to press into the matter. And keep bringing it up. Unless he wanted to be the one to talk about it.

I was not a shrink. I could not help him there.

We get back to Graceland. I am upstairs. I pace the floors. I felt something was going to change around here. It was either going to set Elvis foreword with his life. Or set him backwards in his life. I could not tell yet where that was all going to go. It made me nervous to say the least. I needed a friend to talk to. Mary Anne.

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"Sandra is it true that Ginger broke up with Elvis?" gushes Mary Anne on the phone.

I sigh. "You too? I am not supposed to talk about my boss. But yes, it is true. That is all I can say" I tell her. It was not right of me to call and gossip. I had planned on doing that. Elvis trusted me so far. And I could not break his trust. Not even for Mary Anne.

"How did he take it?" she begs to know.

I roll my eyes. "I can not talk about Mr. Presley, Mary Anne" I warn her again.

"Sorry, how are you?" she retorts the question.

"I am stressed. Worried. And stressed" I admit.

"Worried about Mr. Presley?" she asks me. "I bet he is so broken hearted"

"Look Mary Anne. I better go. Goodbye" I go to say.

"But please tell me something" she begs.

I hang up on my friend. That got that out of my system.

Elvis knocks on the door. "Hi" he says softly.

"Elvis hey" I say as I get up off my bed.

"I just wanted to say I know why you hid it from me. Not to hurt me. But to keep me from getting hurt. Thank you for being my friend" he says softly to me.

I nod then smile. That was the first time he called me his friend! "Thanks Elvis. That means the world to me that you trust me enough to call me a friend" I say with pride.

"You have slowly become a friend. I do trust you. Do not break it. I do not trust easily" he warns me.

I nod. "I get that" I agree.

"I also know you have my best interest at heart to. Well you have to you are a nurse" he laughs.

"Can I share something with you seeing as we are friends now?" I ask.

"Go ahead" he says.

"When I first took this job when Ginger hired me, I was beyond thrilled. You were always my favorite singer. And when I found you did not like me being here that crushed me. I nearly quit this job so many times. We clashed off and on again" I admit. "But I stuck it out"

"What made you do that for me?" he wonders.

"You were lost. And you did need help" I say softly. "I wanted to help"

"You have. Thank you" he says to me. He actually smiles. I smile back.

Then he gets up and leaves the room.

Elvis and I were finally starting a friendship. I could live with that. It was a great way to start things. I knew I could never ever be with a man like Elvis. I was to plain and a no one for someone like him. But it was something to be apart of his world. That meant so much to me. It thrilled me deep inside. It made me proud to be his nurse.

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