more days. I feel as though they are hiding something from me—something is off. I don’t know if there were worse injuries than I knew of or what, but I can tell it just isn’t right. I grow a bit annoyed at them and just sit back to listen to them talking. They seem to have a pretty good plan in place, let’s just hope nothing trips us up before then.
The nurse comes in to give me a sponge bath and the boys head out to give me privacy. It wasn’t lost on me the looks she was giving Wesson. He didn’t reciprocate them, and I know at this point I have no say in anything as I am basically pushing him away, giving him an out, but seriously I know she sees him in here with me all the time. I continue to watch her try to toss her hair as they exchange a few words and she laughs at something he said that I am sure wasn’t that funny. A low growl escapes me when she actually brushes his shoulder. That causes him to catch me watching; also I am sure he caught the displeasure on my face. He just smiles and winks as he and Parker exit the room.
I see them stop and talk with someone right outside my door and that is when I realize my room must be guarded. I shouldn’t be surprised but that makes me worry that escaping this place may not be as easy as they have made it sound.
“You have some great friends; they don’t leave your side for very long. They haven’t ever since you were brought in.”
Friends? I see what you are doing here lady, nice try.
“Well, one is my brother and the other one says he is my boyfriend. So yeah, I suppose they are doing their job.”
“Says he’s your boyfriend?”
“Do you not read the charts? I have memory loss.”
Okay, well, maybe I didn’t need to be that rude but this lady is getting on my nerves. I am sure that it has to do with the small amount of jealousy I saw in myself that I don’t want to admit was ever there.
“Sorry, yes of course, I knew that.”
I do feel a little bad for acting like this and apologize before letting her get on with bathing me. I am sure the fact that someone has to bathe me and that I have no control over my life right now has nothing to do with my growing frustration. After she leaves and I am told the boys will be back in a while, I decide to take a nap. I won’t get out of here if I don’t heal and resting helps people heal or so I keep being told.
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WESSON
I can’t hold back the smile as we leave Lillian’s room. I am practically dancing in the hallways. Parker is looking at me like I am crazy which I very well may be but I saw it—she still has a soft spot for me. I know I have seen her old self shine through her without her even noticing it and I couldn’t be happier.
“Did you see that Park?”
“Your dance? Yeah dude, way cool.”
“No, did you see how your sister practically growled at the nurse in there.”
“No?”
“She was staring at her like she was prepared to fight for me. She may not really remember much, well anything about us, but she was totally jealous which means, there is hope.”
“Wes, I have told you time and time again, there is always hope, she will remember. You are going to make yourself crazy.”
I shake my head at him. He doesn’t understand how I feel. She is my everything. I have lost everything in my life, my sister twice. I have done nothing but love her since we were kids and I saw how tough, brave and beautiful she was. I was put on this earth to love her and she loves me back. To have her not being able to remember the love we have is almost worse than never experiencing it in the first place. However, Parker is right. I have been going crazy over how she doesn’t remember. I know she does deep down. I know she will remember but I need to be realistic and work on the things that I can do now. I can protect her. I can get Mia back. I can help finish this for everyone.
“Alright, you may be right. I just, she just, she makes me
Morten Storm, Paul Cruickshank, Tim Lister