Right Kind of Wrong Page 13

“I’m not sure when you can take an actual shower, but I can help you into the bathroom and clean you up.” She tells me.

  “You wouldn’t mind? I feel so gross right now.”

  “No, not at all. In all honesty, I don’t blame you, I’d want to shower and get cleaned up too.” The nurse says nicely.

  It’s around seven when my door opens and in walks more flowers, balloons and a pair of jeans. I know it’s Xander, but there’s so many balloons and flowers hiding his face. “Hi,” I say.

  He pushes the balloons off to the side, “Hey baby. Where is everyone?”

  I let out a small laugh, “I kicked them all out after you left.”

  “Oh shit, why didn’t you call me?”

  “I needed some time to myself.” I scrunch up my face.

  He puts everything down and walks over by me, leans in and kisses me. “You feeling ok?” He asks looking around and noticing everything is turned off.

  “No monitors, no bag. I take it everything is ok?”

  “Yeah, they’ll take out the IV completely once they know I can monitor my pain with the oral meds.”

  “Awe Baby, that’s awesome!”

  “I know, I will do everything I can to leave this place tomorrow.”

  “Well don’t rush it.” He says looking around and notices the ultrasound picture on the tray. He reaches for it, “What is this?” He asks.

  The tears start to form at my eyes, “It was our baby. I had it in my purse when I came to see you.” I wipe the tears from my eyes.

  He holds the pictures and stares at it, starts shaking his head, “I’m sorry, little one.” He touches the picture and it makes me cry even harder. “I’m sorry, Xander.”

  “No Emily, I’m sorry. I did this to you and our baby. I’ll never forgive myself.”

  I grab his arm and pull him to sit down. “Stop, it’s not your fault.” I grab his face making him look at me.

  “The only person’s fault this is, is the asshole that hit me.”

  “But Em,”

  “No ‘but Em,’ I could sit here and blame myself, but what good is it going to do. We need to focus on the now and what’s in front of us.”

  “I love you,” He says kissing me. We break free, “I love you too.”

  “So are you going to help me get out of this bed or what?” I ask trying to lighten up our mood.

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, they said I could start walking if I had someone with me.”

  “Hell yeah! Oh wait, hang on. Mel packed you a bag.” He says getting up and getting the bag.

  He brings it over and lets me go through it. “Oh my god! I love that woman!” I almost squeal. I grab my fuzzy socks and Hello Kitty white pajama pants she packed for me, “Put them on for me please?” I pout. He laughs and puts my socks on and helps me into my pants.

  “Here, she told me to bring this too.” He hands me my pink Real Tree zipper hooded sweatshirt.

  “God, love that woman!” I smile.

  I’m a little wobbly but it feels good to stand. He wraps his arms around my waist, “God, I’ve missed being able to do this.” He smiles down at me.

  “I’ve missed this too,” I stand on my tip toes to give him a kiss.

  “Ok, need to not do this, otherwise I’m going to want to do a lot more.” He says in almost a growl.

  I let out a giggle, “Sorry, well not really.”

  “Yeah, we need to get you walking.”

  I grab a hold of his hand and we walk towards the hallway. Nurse sees us, “Good to see you up and out. Just don’t overdo it. Ok?”

  “No worries, he’s here and he won’t let me doing anything crazy.” I smile at the nurse and look over at Xander.

  We took our time walking the hallways, just talking and being us. It’s nice to be up and moving around, but I cannot wait to get home and start living life again. We were on our way back to my room, when I see my dad walking towards us.

  “What the hell are you doing with my daughter? She’s not supposed to be out of bed!” He yells.

  “Dad! Not out here, Christ.” I snap, Xander and I walk in my room.

  “Do you want to tell me why you had her up?” My dad snaps.

  “For your information, Sir, I had permission to take your daughter for a walk. They want her up and moving around.” Xander stands his ground with my dad and I’m not going to lie, it was a total turn on!

  “I’m going to go find the doctor, because I don’t believe you.”

  “Dad! Shut up already. I was told I could go out for a walk, they took the damn IV out and my catheter. So knock it off! And quit treating my boyfriend like shit. This is ridiculous.” I snap on him, I don’t care that my ribs are in pain, this is bullshit and I’m not going to let it happen.

  “I’m sorry, it’s just when I walked in you were gone.”

  “Dad, I am fine, but really if you’re going to be like this. Then you and mom should just get back on a plane and leave, because I’m not going to deal with your crap and neither is he. Your choice, start being decent or leave.” I let out a breath and sit on my bed. Xander is right here helping me get back into bed and covered up.

  “I’m going to go get a soda. I’ll be right back.” He kisses me on the forehead and leaves.

  “I’m sorry Emily,” My dad says calmly.

  “Dad, it’s not me you have to say you’re sorry to, it’s Xander. I don’t know what is going on with you, but you need to stop. I can’t take this crap anymore.”

  “I know, but I don’t like seeing you here. You shouldn’t be here. You should be at home or in your classroom teaching, not in a hospital.”

  “Dad, shit happens. This could have happened anywhere. You can’t keep us in a bubble. I love you and all, but this is why I left. This is why I had to get away. You don’t let us kids live our lives. I’m not about the church, I’m not about the man making the money. Damn it, I want to be me, live my life, to make my own mistakes. This accident, it happened. So I’m in the hospital and they had to shock me. It’s ok. I’m alive and it’s all because of Xander. You need to get to know him.”

  “Emily, you really left because of me? I had no idea you felt this way.” My dad says in almost a whisper.

  “Yeah you did, you just didn’t want to hear it or see it.” I say quietly.

  “You really think you’re only purpose to live is because of that guy?” He says with a disgust tone.

  “Like it or not dad . . . yeah I do. I could have gone anywhere, but I got offered a job here. I met him the first night I went out with Mel and her friends. Two weeks later, he’s in my classroom because his daughter has me as a teacher. Tell me that is not meant to be? Tell me this shit wasn’t written in the stars?” I take a breath, “You can’t, because you know it’s true.”

  My dad sits there in silence staring at me. “Where’s Mom?” I ask.

  “She stayed at the hotel, said she’d come tomorrow to see you.”

  “So you came here to grill me about Xander or what? Cuz if that was your main reason for being here, Dad, you can leave. You will not change my mind.” Someone knocks on my door and slowly opens it.

  “Mrs. Hunt!” I say in my excited tone. Xander looks a lot like his Mom, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. She’s wearing jeans and a red sweatshirt with a pair of boots.

  “Hey sweetie, it is not too late, is it?” She asks.

  “No, not at all.” I give her a big smile, “Mrs. Hunt, this is my dad, Robert Hayes. Dad, this is Xander’s mom, Ellen Hunt.” I say with a smirk. Yeah let’s see you talk shit now, Daddy. I say to myself.

  “Well, it’s finally nice to meet you.” She says holding out her hand.

  “Likewise.” My dad gives his fake smile and shakes her hand. Asshole! I scream at him in my head.

  “Well Emily, I am going to go. Your mother and I will be back tomorrow.” He says sternly. Kisses me on the top of the head and walks out.

  “Did I interrupt something?” Ellen asks.

  “No
, not at all. My dad is just being difficult. He can’t see things that are right in front of his face.”

  “Oh, ok.” She says. “Where’s Xander?”

  “Not sure, he said he was going to go get a soda, but that was a while ago.” I blow out a breath.

  “So how are you doing?” She asks.

  “I’m ok, I want to get out of here.” I let out a little chuckle.

  “I know, Sweetie. Hopefully soon. Xander told me about the baby. I am so sorry.” She wipes a tear from her eye. I reach over to my tray and grab the ultrasound picture. “Here’s our angel.” I hand it to her with tears in my eyes.

  “Oh, honey. So tiny, but so precious.” She whispers.

  I squeeze her hand and we sit in silence. Xander comes walking in with a huge smile on his face until he sees his mom and I with tears in our eyes.

  “What happened? Are you ok?” He asks in a panic.

  “Nothing, I just showed your mom our angel.” I give him a weak smile.

  “Oh! Fuck, you two scared me. Mom what are you doing here?”

  “Dad took Harlie out for some ice cream so, I figured I’d slip out quick and come see Emily.” She says giving me a smile. “That’s ok, right?” She asks him and before he could answer, I answered for him.

  “Of course, you’re always welcome.”

  “Good, Well I’m going to let you get some rest.”

  “Thanks for coming by. It means a lot to me.”

  “Thank you for sharing our angel with me. I love you kiddo.” She says and hugs me.

  “Love you too.” And I actually do, his mom has always been welcoming to me and I really do adore this woman. Xander walks his mom out, and comes back in to sit with me.

  The rest of the night went as good as it could have gone. They came in at midnight and took my vitals for the last time of the night. The doctor wants to see if I can sleep with just oral pain meds. I’m good as long as I take them every four hours. I’m still in a little pain with them, but I can manage it. I’ll do just about anything to get me the hell out of this place.

  “You tired?” He asks me.

  “Kind of, why?”

  “Cuz if you weren’t I was going to have you listen to something.” He says looking down at his phone.

  “I’m not that tired, so if you want me to listen to something, then give it here.” I hold out my hand.

  He gets on my bed and sits next to me, “I heard these songs on my way here today and I think it’s our songs for right now.” He says softly and taps play.

  “Trying Not To Love You” by Nickleback plays over his phone.

  I close my eyes and listen to the song, just letting the lyrics sink in. It’s dead on to what we’ve been dealing with. Tears prick my eyes and I reach for his hand. “I’m done trying not to. I’m gonna let myself fall in love with you Xander, like it or not. I’m yours.” I put my head on his shoulder.

  “Good, cuz you’re mine.”

  “Start of Something Good” by Daughtry Xander plays next for me. I let the lyrics sink in. I look up at him and smile. “Yeah this is it. This is us, but I know this is just the beginning of something amazing.” He smiles and leans in and kisses me gently on the lips. “I might have to agree with you.” He pulls back and stares into my eyes.

  I grab his phone and search for the song, “Want to know what song was playing right before I got hit?” I ask him.

  “Not sure if I want to . . .”He trails off.

  “I Can’t Out Run You” by Thompson Square starts playing. “I thought it was crazy that this was playing when I was telling myself that I was leaving Arizona. I started crying just thinking about leaving this town, but I know I couldn’t live here and not be with you.”

  He puts his finger over my lips, “You don’t have to worry about that. No matter who likes it or who hates it. Seeing you here like this, almost loosing you. Emily I can’t do it without you.”

  “Good cuz you brought me back.” I say and I start to fall asleep. He wraps me up in his arms and I drift off to sleep.

  Tuesday came and went. The doctors still didn’t feel comfortable letting me go home. My parents were here all day and Xander came by for a little bit, but by 7 o’clock he was here for the night. The guy hasn’t slept for shit these past few days. I wish he would go home and get an actual good night’s sleep, but he refuses until he knows I’m out of this hellhole.

  Wednesday morning the doctors took blood work right away, had me go through another CT scan and made me do a concussion test. I’ve been eating, drinking, and going to the bathroom just fine. I’m stable on my feet and I can manage my pain with the pills.

  For the first time since I’ve been here, I’m alone. My parents are with my aunt doing dinner and whatever. Xander is picking up Harlie, so I have some alone time. It’s around 3:30pm and my doctor comes in smiling.

  “Ok, I like that you’re smiling.” I say to him.

  “Well, I have all of your test results. The swelling around your brain is gone, your incision is fine, there’s no infection. Your blood work looks great. You do have a concussion and I’m going to excuse you from work for at least six weeks, you’ll have to come in every two weeks to get checked and take another concussion test, but if you start to feel dizzy or get a severe headache, you’ll need to come back right away.” He says, I can’t help but get excited. Is he finally going to let me come home?

  “Will you have someone to help you around the clock? I think you need someone with you for a while.”

  “Yeah I’m sure I’ll have a bunch of people babysitting me.” I let out a laugh.

  “Well then, I am going to release you tonight. I will have the pharmacy fill your prescriptions and when you start to get low, you’ll have to get them refilled. I would say take these as long as you feel the pain isn’t manageable.”

  “Oh my god! So, I can go home?”

  “Yes, you can go home. It’s going to take a couple of hours, but you’ll be able to leave tonight. Do you have someone that will pick you up?”

  I start to laugh, “I’m sure there’s going to be a fight over who takes me home.”

  “Ok, well good. I’ll have the nurse come start getting things ready for your discharge.”

  “Thank you Dr. Hill for everything you did for me. I owe you so much.”

  “No need to thank me, you did this all on your own. You have a lot to live for and I’m just happy to see you walk out of this hospital alive.”

  I grab my phone and send a text to Xander.

  “Come get me! I get to come home tonight! : ) <3”

  It took all of thirty minutes and my hospital room door opened . . .

  I GOT A text from Emily. “Come get me! I get to come home tonight! : ) <3”

  “Holy shit! She’s coming home!” I scared the shit out of the jeweler.

  “Everything ok, Sir?” He asks me.

  “Yeah, it’s perfect. The woman I’m giving this to is coming home from the hospital tonight.”

  “Congratulations. So, this is the one you want?”

  “Yep, it’s perfect, just like she is.” I tell him. My baby is coming home. We get to start us, finally. The guy takes my credit card and processes the payment. I sign the receipt and take the box and put it in my pocket.

  I get in my truck and throw it in drive. I call Mel to let her know I’ll be bringing Emily home, as I’m walking into the hospital, I text everyone to let them know she’s being discharged. I couldn’t get to her fast enough. I don’t even knock, I just walk into her room.

  “Hi,” She says, her eyes smiling, her face is glowing. She’s got on her grey yoga pants, a pink t-shirt and her pink camouflage hoodie. She’s beautiful, I was right from day one, she can make anything look hot. I walk over to her without saying a word and kiss her deep and passionate, reminding her how much I’ve missed her.

  “Hi,” I break free from her. “So, you’re really coming home?”

  “Yep, you get to take me home. I told my parents to meet me a
t my house, that I needed you to bring me home. They weren’t happy about it, but I need time with just you.”

  “Me too, Baby, me too. Want to go to our spot before I take you home?”

  “Umm, Xander that really isn’t the best place for us.”

  “Em, I only told you that because I was scared of the things I started to feel. So, can we go there?”

  She gave me a small smile, “Sure, we can go.”

  “We need to make it our spot with good memories, not first night memories.”

  She finally gets discharged at 7:30pm. I get Emily, the balloons, flowers and her bag in the truck, “You ready?”

  “Fuck yes, I’m ready!” she giggles and the world is right again with that noise.

  I take off and turn on the radio. She flips it to country, of course. I don’t even care, she’s going home and she can listen to whatever she wants. She starts laughing at the song that comes on, “My parents need to listen to this song.” She says and turns up the song.

  I’m listening to it and I start laughing, “Yes, they do!”

  “She’s In Love With The Boy” By Trisha Yearwood was the song and it was perfect.

  We get to the lookout area and the lights are shinning bright. “Want to get out?” I ask.

  “Sure,” She says quietly. I don’t want her to hate this spot. I get out of the truck and walk over to her side, open the door and give her my hand to help her out. Everything is off except for the music.

  I have her wrapped in my arms, her back is towards me and we look out over the city. The stars are shinning above us and lights below us. “Did you see that?” She asks.

  “Yeah I did, did you make a wish?” I ask her as another shooting star shoots past.

  “Yep, but I’m pretty sure all my dreams have come true.” She says quietly and her grip gets tighter on my arm.

  I kiss the top of her head and turn her around. “I got you something,” I say pulling out the box. Her eyes got big and they looked worried, “Xander, that better not be a ring, damn it.” She says quietly.

  I start to chuckle, “No Em, it’s not ring. Not yet at least.”

  She lets out a breath, “Ok, good cuz I don’t think my parents could handle it.”

  I shake my head and laugh, “Here,” I hand her the box and I go over to the car and turn on the headlights so she can see it. She opens it and tears hit her eyes instantly.