We don't leave for England the next day. I still feel extremely sick, and I don't think a plane ride will help that. I apologize to Ed over and over again for ruining the plans, and he tells me I'm ridiculous.
Ed wants to get the cops involved, but I tell him no. "Ed," I say tiredly. "I just feel awful. I don't want to take the time to have a hearing, or a trial, or whatever. I just want to not think about it."
"He could've hurt you!" He says angrily, nearly yelling. He's pacing the room agitatedly, something I've never seen him do before. "What do you think would've happened if I hadn't seen you! You were helpless!" He's clenching and unclenching his fists, and I can tell he'd like nothing more than to smash them into Tanner's face. In all honesty, I'd like that a lot as well.
But no. I catch Ed's wrist as he passes by me and tug him gently down beside me. "But that's the thing, Ed," I tell him. "You were there, and you didn't let anything happen. That's all that matters."
He refuses to meet my gaze. "I want to kill him."
Another thing to think about is my medical care. Ed wanted to take me to the hospital, but I absolutely did NOT want to do that. Instead, I made him do a lot of research on his phone about date rape drugs, because he was positive that's what it was, we decided that I would just take it easy and wait for the drug to get out of my system.
I told Risa that I wouldn't be leaving for England yet but that I'd be staying here with Ed instead. She asks me if anything happened, and when I don't respond she calls to ask why. I don't feel like explaining, so Ed picks up the phone and goes out into the hallway to explain.
Ed rents my favorite movies on the television and we watch them together. Luckily for him I'm not a huge chick flick person because I don't like to cry in front of people, so we watched several romantic comedies and a few action movies.
The hotel stocked a lot of board games in the lobby, so Ed would bring those up, and we would play Monopoly, chess, checkers, card games, poker, etc.
"If we ever go somewhere where there's gambling," Ed tells me after I lose the poker game for the third time in a row, "I don't think you need to be playing."
I laugh, and agree with him. I really suck.
Ed orders room service a few times, then pizza, Chinese, wings, etc. Needless to say, we don't starve.
I start getting bored after a while, but I don't feel well enough to actually leave the hotel. I'm complaining to Ed as we lounge on one of the beds. "Sing me something," I ask, playing with his fingers.
"What would you like to hear?" He asks, wincing as I stretch apart two of his fingers.
"Surprise me."
He considers for a moment, then smirks at me. Clearing his throat, he begins, "I'm just a bachelor, lookin' for a partner..."
I burst out laughing, then I join in. "Someone who knows how to ride, without ever fallin off..."
We smirk and laugh and giggle our way through the song immaturely, and by the end we're practically yelling it. I feel bad for the guests next door; not because of Ed's voice, but because of mine. Oh, well. They can deal.
The next day, I decide that I feel well enough to leave for England. Ed buys our tickets online and, lucky for us, there's a flight tonight at 9. Normally short notice like this would suck, but since my bags are already packed at my house, it's great.
