Unforgiven(57)

“I’m dropping Jess off to Gabe, then I’m going to get some sleep. I’ll be back in the morning.” His heavy footsteps lead him back to the door, where he flicks off the light once again and leaves me alone in the dark. Sadly, I feel nothing when he yells at me. I’m just thankful they’re both gone.
 

 
I wake to sounds of a food tray being slid onto my bedside table. There is a kink in my neck from the way I slept and my mouth is insanely dry. “Morning,” the young girl says as she pulls the cover off a plate of scrambled eggs. “Scrambled eggs, applesauce, and grape juice,” she says, smiling at me. My stomach turns when she lists today’s breakfast. I’ve been nauseous since I drank the apple juice yesterday. I push the incline button on the bed and raise myself to a seated position. It’s the first time I’ve sat up since I’ve been in here.
A nurse comes to check my vitals and tells me that today they will let me shower. I push the scrambled eggs around the plate with the fork, but attempt a couple of bites of the applesauce. My stomach growls and I finally take a couple of bites of egg. I catch Landon out of the corner of my eye as he stands in the doorway of the room, waiting for the nurse to finish and leave. He steps aside as she leaves and he comes in, closing the door behind him.
“Hey,” he says as he stands at the foot of the bed.
“Hey,” I repeat, not making eye contact with him. I take another bite of eggs before picking up the cover and placing it back on the plate. I shove the bedside table away and recline back in the bed just a bit.
“So you’re not going to talk to me?” Landon asks.
“What do you want me to say?” I finally look at him.
“Let’s start with how you’re feeling this morning.” He turns his head to the side in a cocky manner.
I sigh, knowing that Landon isn’t going to leave me alone, so I may as well just get over my attitude with him. “I’m feeling okay. They are letting me shower later, so I’m sure I’ll feel even better after that.”
“Good. When are you meeting with the psychologist?”
“Tomorrow. Depending on the outcome of that meeting, I might be able to leave. At least that’s what the nurse said.”
“Are you still planning to leave Phoenix?” he asks hesitantly.
“Plans are still the same.” I nod my head. “Well, parts of the plan are.” I swallow hard when I think about Matt and the conversation I owe him when I get home. But first and foremost, I have a lot of loose ends to wrap up in the next two days.
“Lan? Two questions.”
“Go for it,” he says.
“Did Jess and Gabe leave yet?”
He inhales sharply, then sighs. “Yeah, they left last night. Jess was pretty upset and Gabe just wanted to get her home.” I close my eyes momentarily as guilt settles in when I think of how I handled the situation with her last night. It’s not her fault that Matt left, but I know my reactions and my words implied it was.
“Okay. Can you bring me my laptop and cellphone from the condo?” I ask him my final question.
“Yeah, sure.”
With one last night in the hospital before they discharge me tomorrow, hopefully, I decide that I’m the only one that can get my life back.
 

 
I step into Landon’s rental car and lean back against the headrest, closing my eyes as he drives me back to my condo. I mentally make a list of everything I will need back in North Carolina. I’ve made phone calls to Jack, my agent, who was, for the first time in his life, a man of very few words. I explained my entire situation and, surprisingly, he was encouraging and supportive. I’ve left a voicemail for Rob and sent a text to Mike.
Stepping into the condo, I’m shocked to see how clean it is. I set my keys on the kitchen island and look around. “I didn’t realize how bad it had gotten until I see it now,” I muster.
“This was all Jess,” he says. A giant stack of dry cleaning hangs from a wardrobe rack just outside my bedroom door. Every dress and pantsuit has been cleaned and carefully arranged on the rack. I thumb through the hangers and look at Landon.
“Jess?” I ask. He nods.
Piles of clean laundry sit folded on the foot of my bed. Jess made my bed for the first time since the day I moved in. The bathroom has been cleaned and the counter full of cosmetics and lotions have been arranged neatly and orderly. I look at Landon, who has been following me from room to room and my eyes tear up when I think about how terribly I treated Jess. My friend single handedly was piecing my life, the way she remembered it, back together.
I walk to my bed and sit down, my legs dangling over the edge. My toes brush the wood floor below as I turn to look at Landon. “Do you think she will forgive me?”#p#分页标题#e#