The Desire for a Simple Life

TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SIX

Natalia

- 9:12 am -

When I wake up, Grant remains asleep. I rise from the bed, putting the crutches under my arms and quietly make my way to the door. I find a bathroom near the entrance of the house and use it before I go into the kitchen.

Memories of when Grant would stand against the wall and watch me as I would bake by myself. That's when I noticed he actually was a person per say. He wasn't a stone rock with no emotion or empathy. But then he went and helped Atticus kidnap Omar, me and my father. I laugh at the thought.

I begin to make a large breakfast that consists of eggs, bacon, pancakes and hash browns. Once it's all made up, I set the table and pour glasses of water.

I make my way back to the room to see Grant stirring awake. "Morning sleepy head." I say with a smile.

"Did you make something?" He asks. "You smell really good."

"I probably don't smell good." I laugh. I haven't showered nor have I changed my clothes since the hospital. Charlotte had brought me and Grant a set of comfy clothes. "I made breakfast. Are you hungry?"

"Very." He grunts as he sits up from the bed.

We make our way to the kitchen and sit at the small dining table and begin to eat our food. We make small talk as we eat. After about an hour of talking we clean up. Grant offers to clean up so I can get in the shower. But I think I'm going to wait until 1:30-ish to shower so when Peter Smith comes I look presentable. But for now I just go take my morning medication and remind Grant to do the same once he is done.

After my meds I crutch to the elevator and click the second floor and make my way to the room I stayed in for Christmas. I look through my clothes that are still in the wardrobe. I change into a new pair of sweats, with a tank top and open flannel over the tank top. Looking in the mirror I see that I actually look really cute. Once I put on a pair of grey tube socks, I venture back down the elevator and see Grant walking across the floor. He looks over to me and his breath slows.

"Are you okay?" I ask as I crutch closer to him.

"Yea, just a little tired." He admits.

"Okay, let's get you to lay down." I suggest. He nods his head and I follow him to the bedroom from last night and he lays down. "Did you take your meds?"

"Not yet." He answers.

"It's nearly eleven." I say as I make my way to the bathroom, coming back with Grant's medication, and balancing a cup of water between two fingers. "Here." I hand him the cup and the pill bottles, telling him to take them.

He takes the meds and lays down, closing his eyes. I wait there for only a little while until he is asleep. Grant doesn't snore. I leave the room and go into my father's office to try and gather all his business stuff so that when Mr. Smith comes I will have everything set up.

- 1:49 pm -

I finally leave my father's office for the first time in hours to go shower. But before I do, I check on Grant to find him still asleep, laying on his back. I shut the door again and crutch my way to the second floor into the bedroom and I get into the bathroom. I hold myself up on my one good leg and try my best to balance as I take my clothes off for the shower. After a couple of minutes, I finally have my clothes on the ground, I sit on the toilet and unwrap my wound on my leg. It needs to get cleaned as I'm in the shower.

Once it is all unwrapped, I hop into the shower. I have to hold onto the door as I try my best to wash myself. I nearly fall onto the ground as I wash my hair, but thankfully I don't. There is a seat in the shower so I sit on it once my one leg gets too sore. I then take a soft cleaning rag and as lightly as I can, I wipe the wound to rid it of its small amount of healthy yellow puss. After it's all cleaned, I stand back up and rinse off one more time.