almost
disappointed. What in the hell does she think people come the
emergency room for in the damn middle of the night. She looks down
at some paperwork and then back up at me. “Yes right this
way.”
I follow her into a treatment room and
Scarlet is actually awake. She looks up, “Hey what are you doing
here?”
“I drove up on the wreck. I called
911. You kinda scared the shit out of me, by the way.”
She chuckles. “Sorry about that.
Certainly didn’t mean for that to happen.”
“So what the hell did
happen?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not really
sure, some asshole came flying up behind me and then bumped me.
They had their headlights off so I have no clue who it could’ve
been. Next thing I knew I was waking up here.”
They spend the next hour or so looking
over Scarlet. She speaks to the police about the wreck. There isn’t
really much she can tell.
The doctor finally comes
through the doorway. “Ms. Johnson everything seems fine, you’re
bacsically just a little bumped and bruised. I would like for you
to stay with someone tonight just incase you have a
concussion.
You
need to be woke up every couple of hours.”
A few minutes later I’m pushing
Scarlet out of the hospital to my jeep. I put her in the passenger
side. After I get in the drivers side I turn to her. “Where is you
Momma? I tried to call her and Gable.”
“She’s at a spiritual retreat. She
can’t have her phone. Gable was probably still on stage.” She looks
around as we drive. “Where are you taking me?”
“To my house. You can’t be by
yourself.”
“Um, no. You can just take me
home.”
“No, the doctor said I have to wake
you up every few hours to make sure you don’t have a concussion,” I
tell her.
“No.”
“Look, it’s already almost morning.
Get a few hours of rest and then I’ll take you home.”
“What about my car?” she
asks.
“They said it was probably totaled. I
had them call my tow guy so we’d know where it was at. I’ll give
you his number and stuff.”
“SHIT!” She leans her head back
against the seat and closes her eyes. “Gable is going to kill
me.”
I reach across to her and grabbed her
hand. “Hey, it’ll be okay. Just relax. I’ll take of you.
”
I drive
slowly up the long gravel drive to my house. When I look
over, she’s asleep
.
My phone buzzes as I’m stopping I answer it. “Hello.” “Hey this is Gable is this Ryder?” “Yes. Hey Scarlet’s fine.” “Man I was freaking out. I just got back to the bus and got
my phone. Are you sure she’s okay?” “Yeah
man. Look she’s worried because your car is probably totaled. I
think she’s more worried about that than anything else.” “Tell her I said don’t worry about the fucking
car. What happened anyway?” “She was on
her way home and she said someone tried to run her off the road.
I’ll tell her to call you in the morning and give you more
info.” “Okay thanks man.” “Hey anytime. I’m just glad I drove up on it.” We
hang up and I look back over at the beauty of her face sleeping. I
walk around and gently lift her in my arms. I love the way she
sighs when she’s against my body.
I carry her in the house and straight
to my room, lying her gently on the bed. I slide her shoes and
shorts off and tuck her under the covers.
I hear her whisper. “Hmm, Ryder, you
can be so sweet.”
I strip off my clothes,
down
to
my boxers, and settle in on my side of the bed, setting the alarm
on my phone so I can check on her. She moves closer and wraps her
body around mine, settling her
head against my
chest. I softly stroke her hair and press a soft
kiss against her
head.
What is in the hell is
going on with me? This feels so natural; she feels natural. I can’t
be feeling like this. She confuses the hell out of me.
I wake up a few hours later when my
alarm goes off.
Mary Crockett, Madelyn Rosenberg