Текст книги "Never Say Never"
Автор книги: Emily Goodwin
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Chapter 27
A week passes before the doctor gives the order to wean Aiden off the chemical-induced coma. And I’ve stayed by his side, stroking his skin, telling him I love him, and that I won’t give up.
Lori took Chrissy to her house, and Judy, Alexis, and a few vet techs from Dr. Wells’ office rotate taking care of the horses. I offer to pay them, not knowing how I can afford it yet. Though it doesn’t matter. I’m not concerned with money.
Claire has been here every day. Aiden’s agent and manager stop by a few times, and Sam, his friend and co-star from Shadowland comes by. His sister, Avery, arrived three days ago and has been here since. We don’t talk much. She’s crying nonstop, and exhaustion has hit me. I take a four-hour nap in the room down the hall, as well as shower and change my clothes. Claire brings me pajamas to wear instead of the jeans I packed.
Avery is sitting in the chair next to the bed, holding her brother’s hand, when I come back into the room. Today is day eight of Aiden being in the hospital. Time passes in a weird way. I feel like we’ve been here forever, and then I don’t want the days to end. Each day that passes with no progress darkens the hope we have of Aiden making a full recovery.
“He’s lucky to have you,” Avery says, looking up when I walk into the room. She looks like her brother, with wavy hair and dark eyes. I shut the door behind me with a soft click. I do a quick check of the monitors. I’ve gotten to know the norms and what to watch for.
“I’m the lucky one,” I say, walking to the foot of the bed. I straighten out the sheet then sit at the table across the room. It’s a small room, and I’m still close, but I feel so far from Aiden.
She smiles and gives Aiden’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Our mum is coming,” she says. “I know Aiden wouldn’t be happy about that, but he is her son. She wants to see him.”
I just nod and hope seeing his mother, the woman who stood by and did nothing as his father beat the shit out of him on a nightly basis, won’t cause him any stress. I should probably tell the nurse his history, just in case, that way she can make her leave if need be.
The nurses’ station is filled with flowers that were sent for Aiden. News of the accident hit the public just hours after it happened, and pictures of the wreck went viral. I haven’t looked and I don’t want to, probably not ever. Claire told me about it, and I declined offers to look at the articles about him.
“Why isn’t he waking up?” Avery asks out loud.
“The nurse said it can take a while for the drugs to leave his body.”
Avery nods. “He’s a good guy underneath it all, really.”
“He is,” I say, thinking of all the things he’s done for me just to make my life easier. “I wish he knew that.”
“He will,” Avery says, standing. She leaves to use the bathroom and get something to eat. I take the spot next to him right away.
“Aiden,” I say, lacing my fingers through his. “It’s Haley again. You’re doing great today. Good blood pressure, and the nurse turned down the strength of the ventilator. They want to remove it soon. I’m sure you’re looking forward to getting all that stuff out of your throat. And getting out of here. Once you’re better, I think we should go back to that spot by the creek in the mountains. We can stay there all day, doing nothing, but maybe each other,” I add quietly. I rub my thumb in small circles on his palm. “I miss you. I miss your voice, miss looking into your eyes, and I miss kissing you. I’ve missed you for so long, Aiden. Don’t worry or think I’m mad. I’m not at all. I just want you, and we can go back to how things were before.”
I close my eyes and slowly let out a breath. Where is my miracle? After all I’ve been through, all that I’ve lost, something has to give. Mom, if you’re listening, tell Aiden to come back to me. I don’t know if his soul is in his body, or how any of that works. But if you can see him, please, Mom, make him come back.
I rest my head on the bed, holding Aiden’s hand in mine. I kiss his fingers. Please, Aiden. Wake up and come back.
The next day, I lie down for a few hours in the family suite down the hall, shower, change, and call Lori to check on everything at the house. Alexis, being on summer vacation, has pretty much lived at the barn all day. She brings friends with her, and they keep themselves busy riding Shakespeare, Sundance, and Benny. Phoenix enjoys their company and eats almost all of her food. I smile as I look through the pictures Lori sends to reassure me everything is okay.
When I go back to the ICU, Avery is sitting in the waiting room. My heart drops to the floor.
“It’s okay,” she says, seeing the horror on my face. “They’re washing him up.”
I let out a breath. “Oh, that’s good.” For days he was in a too fragile state for a bed bath or any sort of cleaning.
“They said it will take a while, since they have to be careful not to move him too fast or something like that. Do you want to get breakfast from the cafeteria with me?”
“Yeah,” I tell her. I grab my wallet from inside the guest room and get in an elevator.
“We don’t talk often,” she says, pressing a button to go downstairs. “I try to call him once a month. Normally he doesn’t answer, but I know he listens to my messages. He answered the last time I called, right around the time he finished filming that cowboy movie.”
I glance at her, not sure where she’s going with this.
“He told me he’d met someone and was in love.” She smiles at the memory. “I laughed, because I didn’t think it was possible to love someone that soon. But seeing you, Haley, I know it’s possible.” Tears fill my eyes and she hugs me. We both break down. “Thank you for making him happy. Life hasn’t been easy for my brother. He makes it seem like it is, but it’s not, not at all.”
I grind my jaw, feeling guilt weigh down on me. If I made him happy, if he loved me, then why did he leave? What did I do—or not do—that forced him away? I go over everything and blame myself for his accident. If only I had answered the phone, or maybe if I’d tried harder.
“He made me happy too,” I whisper. If I tell her what I’d been through before, I’ll start bawling for sure. She lets me go as the elevator doors open. I dry my eyes and walk down the hall into the cafeteria. I get a tray and order breakfast, pay, and then wait for Avery.
I look around at the busy cafeteria. It feels weird to be around people again, after a week of being in the ICU. We go outside onto a patio, sunshine and wind foreign against my skin. I blink in the bright light and take a seat.
“I’ve never been to L.A. before,” Avery comments as she cuts apart a piece of French toast.
“I haven’t either,” I say, earning a surprised look from Avery. “I run a horse rescue. It’s not easy to leave injured horses. I met Aiden when he was on location for that movie.”
“Oh, makes sense now,” she says.
We eat in silence, both eager to get back upstairs to Aiden. I finish my breakfast and stand, turning just in time to see someone snap a picture of me.
“That’s Aiden Shepherd’s girlfriend!” he says to another person with a camera next to him. “How is Aiden? Any change? Is it true he was drunk when he crashed his car?” The tray leaves my fingers, clattering to the ground. The paparazzi meets my eye and back steps, turning to run. Rage takes over, and I jump over a chair and run after him, catching the back of his t-shirt in my hand.
“Seriously?” I bark.
“Haley!” Avery says.
Ignoring her, I shove the paparazzi into a table. “Have some respect! You are so pathetic, creeping around a hospital cafeteria for days just to get a picture!”
His partner is holding out his phone, recording the whole exchange. Avery takes my wrist and tugs me away.
“It’s not worth it, Haley.”
I glare at the man recoding me, shaking my head. But Avery is right. It’s not worth it, and I want to get back to Aiden. Hospital security comes in, keeping the two paparazzi from following us upstairs.
Aiden’s door is still closed when we go upstairs. The young nurse from before is working again and sticks her head out the door to tell us everything is fine but they need a few more minutes. Avery and I go back into the waiting room.
“Our mum’s plane lands in two hours. They haven’t spoken in years. Did Aiden tell you what happened?” she asks, casting her eyes down, ashamed.
“He did.”
Avery nods. “I wish I could have done something, but we were so young, and I—”
“He doesn’t blame you. You shouldn’t blame yourself.”
She forces a smile. “I know you’re right. But I still do. I could have told a teacher, a friend…anyone, and maybe it would have stopped.”
“Or maybe you’d have gotten hit too,” I say, letting her know I understand her fear. It hurts me to think of them growing up in that house, fearing their father and resenting their mother for doing nothing.
“He protected me,” she says, teary eyed again. “He still does. He sends me money. Last month he sent fifty thousands pounds. I can only be a stay-at-home mum because of the money he sends. He says it’s important for me to be home with the kids, since we didn’t have that growing up.” She wipes her eyes. “I miss my kids. They’re home with my husband.” Tears run down her face. “They’ve never met their uncle Aiden before. I really hope they get to.”
My heart aches again, and I wonder how much more I can take before it just gives out and stops working. Avery wipes her eyes and says she’s going to lie down in the guest room for a bit. I promise to get her if anything happens and sit in the waiting room alone.
The ICU door opens and the nurse tells me I can come in. She’s smiling. “I have a little surprise,” she says, ushering us into Aiden’s room. “No more vent!”
And now I’m smiling, looking at Aiden lying in the bed with no tubes coming out of his mouth. He’s still sleeping—or in a coma, I guess, since there is a difference—but he doesn’t look so critical anymore. I watch his chest rise and fall, thinking it’s one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen.
“He’s breathing on his own?” I have to ask, just to be sure this isn’t a trick.
“He is!” she says with another smile. “And his intracranial pressure has been stable and normal for days now.”
I flick my eyes to the brain pressure monitor. “So he’s going to be okay?”
Her smile wavers. “I still can’t say until he wakes up, and there’s still a lot riding on so many different things. But I can say that from what I’ve seen, he’s making good progress. He’s a fighter, that I know for sure. And he has a good cheerleader.”
I’m crying again, for the millionth time since I arrived at the hospital. It’s a wonder how I have any tears left. I go to the chair by the head of the bed and link my fingers through Aiden’s. The room is quieter with out the whooshing of the vent.
“Hi, Aiden,” I say softly as I put my hand on his cheek. “You’re doing so well, baby. I’m so proud of you.” I lean over and gently kiss him, my heart fluttering when my lips touch his.
His fingers tighten around mine. I freeze. Did I really just feel that?
“Aiden?” I whisper again and wait. Then he does it again, squeezing my hand. I turn, but the nurse has slipped out of the room. “Aiden? It’s me, Haley. Can you hear me?” I kiss him again and run my fingers over his stubble-covered face. “If you can hear me, squeeze my fingers.”
I wait, my heart in my throat, and nothing happens. I close my eyes, tears streaming down my face, and sit down in the chair next to the bed.
Then he squeezes my hand. Hard. I stand up again, and his eyelids flutter. I gasp and press the call button for the nurse. “Aiden, I’m here, baby. I’m right here. I’m here for you.”
The nurse hurries in. “Is everything okay?”
“I think he’s waking up,” I say, not taking my eyes off of Aiden. “He’s squeezing my hand.” His eyes flutter again.
“He might be.” The nurse unclips a phone from her waistband and leaves the room, calling the doctor or another nurse, probably.
I lean over the bed and stroke Aiden’s cheek. “I’m here,” I say. “It’s okay. Take your time.”
Aiden’s eyes open for two seconds, not focusing on anything, before shutting. I keep talking to him, telling him it’s okay and that I’m here. His fingers tighten around mine and his legs twitch.
The nurse returns with a syringe of medication. “He might be really confused,” she tells me. “And might not know who you are. Don’t worry just yet. Give him time to adjust.”
I nod. “Aiden, it’s Haley. I’m right here.”
His eyes open again, and he looks around the room, blinking. He twists his hand around in mine and laces our fingers. Our eyes meet and he parts his lips.
“Haley,” he says, his voice raw and scratchy.
“I’m here, Aiden.” Tears are falling down my face. “I love you.”
His eyes flutter shut again. “I love you,” he whispers. “Always.”
Chapter 28
Everything hurts. I don’t know where I am, or why I can’t move. My throat is so dry and my tongue sticks to the sides of my mouth. Haley is looking down at me, crying. What is happening? My eyes close and I’m tired, so tired. I must have taken something, a bad combination of pills. Fuck. I didn’t mean to—again. And not in front of Haley.
“It’s okay,” Haley soothes. “I’m here, Aiden.”
A door opens and a man with a heavily accented voice comes in, speaking to Haley and someone else, I think. Haley’s hand slips off mine. I try to reach for her, lifting my left arm up and am hit with a horrible pain. My eyes flutter open and I realize I’m not in Haley’s bedroom. Panic sears through me. What the fuck? Why is Haley walking away? I need her. She can’t leave me.
“Hi Aiden,” someone says, speaking slowly. “It’s Dr. Gupta. Can you hear me talking to you?”
A doctor? I look away from Haley, who is standing in the back of the room. My eyes haven’t adjusted and I can’t see her features. Just her outline.
“Yeah,” I tell the doctor. “Where am I?”
“You’re in the hospital,” he says. “You were in an accident. What do you remember?”
From there, I go through a battery of tests. I become more and more alert as time passes. I’m told I was in a bad car wreck over a week ago, and that I’ve been in a coma ever since.
I don’t remember anything.
The last thing I remember was waking up in Haley’s bed, missing her while she was at work, and knowing that I had to come back to California for work before I could return to her. Then everything is black.
I’m fucked up and injured. Thankfully I’m kept heavily medicated. Just looking at the bars screwed into my arm makes me queasy. I thought rods and screws went under the skin. I can’t think about it or I’ll puke, though I’m sure there is nothing to come up. It’s not like I was able to eat while I was in a coma.
When the doctor finally leaves, Haley comes back in. I want to sit up and hold her and kiss her, but I can’t. I can’t even lift my head.
“Haley,” I say and look into her eyes. She’s crying again, but the tears are happy. She comes to my bedside and takes my hand.
“Aiden,” she soothes and leans over, kissing me. I smile and curl my fingers around hers. She wasn’t in the car with me, was she?
Someone else steps into the room, closing the door behind them. I click my eyes past Haley and get hit with emotion when I see my sister.
“Aiden,” Avery says, tears streaming down her face. I swallow the lump in my throat and hold Haley’s hand tighter. Avery comes over and gently hugs me.
“Hi,” I croak out, throat still dry. “You got old,” I say and smile.
Avery laughs and wipes tears from her face. “And you haven’t aged a day. It’s not fair.”
I smile back. “It’s Hollywood magic.”
She sits near the foot of the bed and looks at me, shaking her head. “The doctor said you don’t show signs of major brain damage so far.”
So far? And wait, brain damage? I don’t feel brain damaged. Well, not any more than before. I look at Haley. She nods.
“You’re going to be just fine,” she says softly, and I believe her.
“I don’t know what happened,” I tell them. My eyes close. I’m so tired. “Can I have water?”
“I’ll ask the nurse,” Avery says and leaves the room.
“You were in a car accident,” Haley explains. “You were going too fast and your car hit a pole.”
“Oh. Which car?”
Haley raises her eyebrows, giving me that look that grounds me into reality. “I don’t know. I didn’t want to look at the pictures of the wreck.”
“You weren’t with me?” I ask, hopeful.
“No, I wasn’t. You really don’t remember?”
Her tone says something her words don’t. “No. What happened? Why wouldn’t you be with me?”
Pain flashes across her face. “It doesn’t matter, Aiden. Just focus on getting better, okay?”
I tip my head to my broken arm, thinking of the metal rods sticking into my bone. I feel sick. I close my eyes and wait for the nausea to pass. And I thought needles were bad. Fuck.
“Tell me later?” I ask and Haley nods. Avery and the nurse come back. I’m allowed to suck on tiny ice chips and let them melt in my mouth. Haley carefully spoon feeds them to me.
“I have to go,” Avery says, standing and blinking back tears. “But I’ll be back soon.” Her eyes go to Haley’s and her jaw tightens. She lets out a breath and looks back at me. “Mum is coming,” she says, guilt rippling across her face. “She’s very worried.”
I close my eyes. I’m too tired and weak to get pissed. “I don’t want to see her,” I say.
“Aiden,” Avery starts.
“Wait and see,” Haley says. “You just woke up. If you don’t want to see her now, then don’t. But maybe tomorrow.”
“Fine,” I say, so grateful for Haley. I know she won’t let that woman who claimed to be my mother into the room if I didn’t want her.
“All right,” Avery says. She comes over and kisses my cheek before leaving. I’m alone with Haley.
“I love you,” I whisper and let my head fall to the side. “I always will.”
Haley leans over and presses her lips to mine. “I know you will. I love you too.”
My mum has been here for two days, and for two days I’ve refused to let her into the room. I’ve slept most of that time, anyway. On day three, Haley and my sister go down to the cafeteria for breakfast while the nurses give me a sponge bath. I can hardly move but I hate this so fucking much.
I’m weak, and I’ve been told I’ll need a lot of physical therapy once the bones are healed. But they will heal. I will get better and can go back to work. I just have to be really careful until then.
I won’t be able to live on my own. There is talk about live-in nurses and physical therapists coming to my L.A. home, that I can be treated there once I’m released from the hospital. That’s great and all, but it’s not what I want.
What I want is Haley. What I want is to go back to the farmhouse and pick up right where we left off. She said things were wonderful between us, and then I left and got in the accident. Something is missing. I can tell by the pain in her voice, the pain that’s reflected in her eyes.
What the fuck did I do?
And why the fuck did she forgive me? I was drunk when I crashed. My blood work came back showing that I was seriously fucked up on pills and booze. I’m lucky I didn’t hit anyone and kill them.
I don’t just need physical therapy, I need rehab. For the first time, I see that taking prescription pills is a problem. My problem.
I have a problem.
“Aiden?” Haley calls as she comes into the room. “Are you awake?”
I open my eyes and look at her. I’m sitting up in bed, watching TV as I wait for her to come back.
“Yeah,” I say with a smile. “How was breakfast?”
“The food is surprisingly good here,” she says and sits next to me. I take her hand in mine, only able to use my right hand. “Your mom wanted me to ask you…” she starts and trails off with a sigh. “Aiden, you should make peace with her. Not because she deserves it, because I don’t think she does, but for your own sake. You can let it go and move on.”
I look at her incredulously. Forgive my mother? The woman who let her husband beat the living shit out of her son? No fucking way.
I open my mouth to say so and stop. Haley has no mother to be mad at. She has no mother to hate and resent.
“You’re right,” I rasp. “I’ll never be okay with what she did, but you are right. For my own sake.”
Haley smiles and takes my hand. “I’ll stay the whole time. If you want her to leave, just squeeze my hand like this.” She gives my hand three short squeezes in a row. “And I’ll take care of it.”
My heart speeds up just a bit at the thought, but I have Haley with me. I can do this. With her, I can overcome anything.