Three Thousand Miles(2)

“Mom, please tell me where he is!”

“Alanna, I don’t know,” she says in a broken voice.

“He was here in New York the day I was hurt. He was going to meet at college he wouldn’t just leave me!”

“I don’t know what to tell you, he hasn’t been here, Alanna,” I shake my head this cannot be true.

“Has he even called?”

“He calls the hospital almost every day but no one knows where he is. He just asks if you are ok then he hangs up. Alanna, is there something you want to tell me about him?” I feel nervous and I fear that my mom knows something. “What could I tell you?” I say in a rattled voice.

“Did he break up with you?”

“No he was on his way to be with me he loves me. I don’t understand why he is not here, will you please get me my phone?”

“No Alanna, you’re not up to that, I better go get the doctor you need to be checked over,” my mom says and walks out the door. I rest my head on the pillow and a gentle tear comes to my eye. I wish that Adrian were here and I cannot lose him he is my world.

“Miss Hart how are you feeling,” the male doctor says as he enters the room with my mom by his side. I sit up straight and quickly wipe away my tears I look to him and say.

“I am little sore but I am ok… I guess,”

He walks over and takes my hand, he flips it and checks my pulse as he does I can’t help but stare at this doctor. He is gorgeous, so young his dark hair and eyes are beautiful, and I lose myself in the dark richness of his exotic skin. He smiles at me and says.

“I know this must come as a shock to you but you are fine now. It will take a while longer for the pain to go away and I will give you some pills for that. However, you will have to do some physiotherapy, it was quite an impact and your muscles have weakened but I have every belief that you will live a long, healthy life. It will just take some time to get you back to the way you were.”

I smile at him and I say

“How much longer do I have to stay here?” He laughs as he replies.

“A while longer, I am afraid,” I sigh and he writes down something on his clipboard.

“Do you think it would be ok if I had my phone?” I say in a sweet voice but before he gets the chance to answer, my mom interrupts.

“Now Alanna let’s not try to do too much, too fast, you need time to rest.” I don’t look at her I know she is only doing this because she doesn’t want me to call Adrian. I look to the doctor, he sees the look of despair on my face he stares into my eyes, and I stare back, he begins to talk in a soft but masculine voice.

“Miss Hart, please rest, now I will send in the nurse to check you over again, goodbye for now.” He says and I feel that he is a little uneasy he walks very fast out of the door until he is out of sight. My mom walks over to a dark grey closet at the opposite side of my bed and opens it with a key. She takes out a fresh nightdress and my wash bag. She walks over and lays them on top of the bed.

“Darling I am so happy that you are ok, I have never been so scared in my life!” I look to my mom and I wonder if Adrian was scared, does he even care about me anymore? I cannot think of all the possibilities and my heart aches as I realize that he may be gone for good.

The nurse, called Melissa, is now in the room she has poked and pulled at me in every way. She has slid me out of the bed and I am now sitting on the edge.

“Miss Hart it’s very important for you to move around you need to familiarise yourself with the way you used to move so in your own time please try to stand up,” my heart races.

“What if I can’t do it?”

“Then don’t worry it’s your first time trying so don’t be too disappointed if it doesn’t work the first time.” I look to her as I put my hands at either side of me. I push down on them and try to force my legs to lift me up. I feel pressure and pain coming from my abdomen, I do not want to fail, I want out of here as quickly as possible. I try this time with more power and I start to rise up and again the pain I have is excruciating but I look past the pain and I stand fully up.

“Oh Alanna,” my mom shouts as I stand there looking at her and the nurse.

“Now miss Hart do you think you can walk?” I nod to her and I start to put one foot in front of the other. I walk about half a step and I stop.

“What’s wrong?” Melissa says,

“It is sore when I try to move”

“Can you sit back down, I will get the pills”

“No, I will stand if that’s ok?” She nods to me and gets me two little white pills and a small glass of water. I hand the glass back to her and again try to walk. I close my eyes slightly and I grit my teeth from the pain. I move slowly across the room and I turn and walk back.