me. The better half. His laugh made me happy. His smile usually made me hard. I missed feeling him inside me, holding me in those strong arms. “No. Gabe is everything.”
Jamie chuckled and leaned forward to hug me. “Then focus on that and get better. Nobody can take him away from you.”
Chapter Six
S
PENDING the weekend in a mental hospital had been a bit like a vacation. If there had been people screaming or acting odd, they kept them all away from me. Jamie and Kelly took turns reading to me during the day. Though, whenever Kelly tried to read a romance out loud, he started cracking up, which sent me into easy laughter that didnt end until the doctors had come to warn us to keep it down.
My blood pressure was fine. The ache in my hands sometimes felt too much to bear. But theyd given me painkillers for that. Apparently, when injected straight into my veins, lots of drugs worked.
When they released me Sunday night, Id never been so happy to be back in the car heading toward Gabes place. Jamie drove. Gabe sat in the passenger seat, and Kelly sat in back with me. Of the whole group, I think I felt most comfortable with Kelly. If asked why, I couldnt say. Other than that he didnt seem to expect anything from me.
We stopped for ice cream, even though the temp was less than twenty degrees. Gabe had to feed me mine. But the hot fudge and sugary strawberry mixture tasted like heaven. Kelly had dialed Dr. Tynsen for me and held the phone up so I could schedule my appointment. She told me to come by in the morning. I relayed the message to Jamie, who would be driving.
That night Gabe and I took a bath together. Wed put plastic bags around my hands and used rubber bands to keep them on. I sat in his lap in the warm water, his happy resting against my back. We didnt talk much and just enjoyed the feeling of each others presence. When we finally went to bed, he wrapped me up in warm flannel and tucked me in with a light kiss on the lips. Then he disappeared into the living room to do whatever it was vampires did all night. The bed was a lot lonelier without him.
The morning brought Jamie and a bag of bandages. He rewrapped each hand and cleaned the kitchen while I watched. My hands looked gross, wet, cracked, and red. He had carefully applied some sort of cream before wrapping them up again. The towels Id used that night had been thrown out. Jamie said there was so much cleaner on them they werent safe to go through the wash. And the cleaner had been the kind youre supposed to use gloves with. All cleaning solutions had been removed from the house, replaced with natural products, or so Jamie told me.
Doing anything without hands was pretty hard. From peeing to trying to make breakfast. E-mail was fairly easy. I clicked into the new box, somewhat surprised at how empty it was. No hate mail. Just a confirmation of the new message from my doctor and one from an unknown address. I clicked it open hesitantly. The whole thing made my head spin.
Seiran,
Saw you on the news recently. Knew you’d grow up to be a looker. I miss riding your ass. I’ll see you soon. May even bring a few friends.
Yours,
Matthew Pierson
Itd been eight years since Id seen him last. The words almost sounded ominous, like he was going to find me whether I wanted him to or not. Struggling to breathe, I deleted the e-mail, cleared my trash, and logged out. The day could only get better, right? Even if memories of Brock were being replaced with ones of Matthew.
Arriving at the doctors office was much like it had been last week. Only Jamie had parked the car, walked me to the building, and told me he would wait in the lobby, no matter how I protested. Not like Id be doing much or going anywhere anyway. Hard to function, being the freak with big white gauze-covered hands.
Dr. Tynsen closed the door, and I settled onto the couch. “I want to go through the incident with Brock. No matter what.” I told her. Whatever was making me unable to perform for Gabe
Jamie chuckled and leaned forward to hug me. “Then focus on that and get better. Nobody can take him away from you.”
Chapter Six
S
PENDING the weekend in a mental hospital had been a bit like a vacation. If there had been people screaming or acting odd, they kept them all away from me. Jamie and Kelly took turns reading to me during the day. Though, whenever Kelly tried to read a romance out loud, he started cracking up, which sent me into easy laughter that didnt end until the doctors had come to warn us to keep it down.
My blood pressure was fine. The ache in my hands sometimes felt too much to bear. But theyd given me painkillers for that. Apparently, when injected straight into my veins, lots of drugs worked.
When they released me Sunday night, Id never been so happy to be back in the car heading toward Gabes place. Jamie drove. Gabe sat in the passenger seat, and Kelly sat in back with me. Of the whole group, I think I felt most comfortable with Kelly. If asked why, I couldnt say. Other than that he didnt seem to expect anything from me.
We stopped for ice cream, even though the temp was less than twenty degrees. Gabe had to feed me mine. But the hot fudge and sugary strawberry mixture tasted like heaven. Kelly had dialed Dr. Tynsen for me and held the phone up so I could schedule my appointment. She told me to come by in the morning. I relayed the message to Jamie, who would be driving.
That night Gabe and I took a bath together. Wed put plastic bags around my hands and used rubber bands to keep them on. I sat in his lap in the warm water, his happy resting against my back. We didnt talk much and just enjoyed the feeling of each others presence. When we finally went to bed, he wrapped me up in warm flannel and tucked me in with a light kiss on the lips. Then he disappeared into the living room to do whatever it was vampires did all night. The bed was a lot lonelier without him.
The morning brought Jamie and a bag of bandages. He rewrapped each hand and cleaned the kitchen while I watched. My hands looked gross, wet, cracked, and red. He had carefully applied some sort of cream before wrapping them up again. The towels Id used that night had been thrown out. Jamie said there was so much cleaner on them they werent safe to go through the wash. And the cleaner had been the kind youre supposed to use gloves with. All cleaning solutions had been removed from the house, replaced with natural products, or so Jamie told me.
Doing anything without hands was pretty hard. From peeing to trying to make breakfast. E-mail was fairly easy. I clicked into the new box, somewhat surprised at how empty it was. No hate mail. Just a confirmation of the new message from my doctor and one from an unknown address. I clicked it open hesitantly. The whole thing made my head spin.
Seiran,
Saw you on the news recently. Knew you’d grow up to be a looker. I miss riding your ass. I’ll see you soon. May even bring a few friends.
Yours,
Matthew Pierson
Itd been eight years since Id seen him last. The words almost sounded ominous, like he was going to find me whether I wanted him to or not. Struggling to breathe, I deleted the e-mail, cleared my trash, and logged out. The day could only get better, right? Even if memories of Brock were being replaced with ones of Matthew.
Arriving at the doctors office was much like it had been last week. Only Jamie had parked the car, walked me to the building, and told me he would wait in the lobby, no matter how I protested. Not like Id be doing much or going anywhere anyway. Hard to function, being the freak with big white gauze-covered hands.
Dr. Tynsen closed the door, and I settled onto the couch. “I want to go through the incident with Brock. No matter what.” I told her. Whatever was making me unable to perform for Gabe
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