Molly takes me for a wonder around the hospital. Neither one of us speaks. It doesn’t matter whether you know a person, whether you love them or hate them…death is brutal.
It’s half an hour later when we finally make it back to the room. I’ve pulled myself together, and just in time too. Theo is sat on my bed alone. His beard is once again stubble, and he’s changed into a black t-shirt and jeans. His arms are crossed over his chest and the sleeves of his t-shirt strain against his biceps.
I smile at him, but he just narrows his eyes at me. Molly literally rolls me into the room and makes a sheepish getaway. Traitor.
“Where did you go?” He asks.
“Just for a wonder. I was bored.”
“You just woke up from a coma, you don’t just get bored and go for a stroll.” He raises his eyebrows as though waiting for my response.
I shrug. “Well I did.”
I don’t want to meet his scrutinising gaze, so I wince and grasp at my ribs. It works, he instantly jumps to my side trying to help. Yeah, I’m a bitch, but I don’t want to face the shit storm that will hit if he finds out I saw Cassie.
He helps me into bed. He tries to help me with my piss bag but I hug it to me like it’s made of bloody gold. He frowns at me. “You are not touching the piss bag.” I say, absolutely mortified beyond words. He tries to hide his smile.
“Babe, it’s only a plastic bag.” He tries to appease me.
“Of wee.” I clarify. This time he does laugh.
“You are so cute sometimes.” I scowl as he ruffles my hair, yes, like a dog.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
THEO
Lilly has been in the hospital for four weeks now. I spent that first week just praying for her to open her eyes. I’ve spent this last week wishing she would just go to sleep. I love her, but Jesus, she is the worst patient I have ever met. The doctor tells her she needs a catheter, she demands they take it out because, and I quote; ‘it grosses her out’. She’s told to stay in bed, she leaves. The only time she does as she’s told is when she’s asleep, or out of it on drugs.
I’m heading to the hospital today to bring her home. The doctors wanted her to stay for another week, but again, she bitched and moaned until they relented and said she could go home with lots of drugs. I get why she doesn’t want to be there. She’s had three more surgeries since that first night, two on her ankle, and one on her collar bone. She’s had enough.
When I get to her room in the hospital, her brother is there. He’s sat on the end of her bed laughing at her. The smile on her face is just perfection. They both look up when they notice me.
“Hey.” Lilly beams.
“Hey, sugar.” I walk over to the bed. I wrap my hand around the back of her neck as I lean in and kiss her forehead. Her hair smells of strawberry from the shower she made me help her with last night. My poor balls. Never mind blue, they pretty much shrivelled up and died after that. It’s not my fault that my cock doesn’t understand the whole verging on death thing.
“Hey, Harry.” I offer him a nod.
“Hey.” Harry and I are still not on great terms. He blames me for everything that has happened to his sister, and I get that. This was my fault. I just don’t want a rift between us effecting Lilly. Harry is important to her. Their relationship was tenuous at best before the crash, and that was my fault as well. She chose me. She should have chosen him. Harry wouldn’t have let this happen. He would have protected her.
“Has the doctor been to see you?” I ask her. It feels weird not knowing what’s going on. I’ve been staying here with her every night. I went home last night to make sure everything is ready for her when she comes home.
“Yes, I’m good to go. Bust me out of this shit hole.” She wiggles in the bed a little and it makes me laugh.
“Okay, well clothes would be good babe. Or were you planning on exposing your arse crack to the world?” She scowls and I laugh.
“I’m going to go, Lill’s.” Harry stands and kisses her on the cheek. “I love you. I’ll stop by later.”
“Love you too.” She smiles at him. He turns and leaves without a word. Lilly turns to me. “Have you two not made up yet?” She says with a frown on her beautiful face.
I offer a non-committal shrug. “It will be fine. Eventually.”
She huffs. “Men are so childish about these things.” I say nothing as she rants. “Anyway, I really need to pee.” She looks so embarrassed it’s cute.
“Your wish, my command.” I help her out of bed and to the small toilet cubicle. This is a drill we’ve done many times over the last couple of weeks.