Stole My Heart ❤️ {A Jackson Avery love story}

Chapter 116:

I'm sitting in Dr. Wyatt's office for yet another therapy session. After the crash, I was in a coma for three weeks and immediately after I was released from the hospital, I was put into mandatory therapy by my father and Jackson.

Dr. Wyatt: you've started your hearing therapy. How is that going?
Delilah: um, it's... it's okay, I guess.
Dr. Wyatt: and how have your episodes been this week?
Delilah: the same, but they have become less frequent. Um, I've gone down from 4-5 to 1-2, the most I've ever had is 3.

Truthfully, I hated being in therapy. I didn't want to talk about my stupid trauma more than I should have to. But I'm doing this for Jackson and my dad's sanity.

I continue on with the therapy session.

-later-

After my therapy session, I find my dad in the lounge.

Delilah: hey.

Dad looks up at me and gives me a small tight lipped smile.

Dad: hi.

I walk over to him, sit in his lap and snuggle into his chest. After the plane crash, I've been more dependent on my dad. I've been staying with him and Mer at the house and I've been sleeping in their room in case I have an episode.

Dad: you okay?
Delilah: no. How's your hand?
Dad: okay, I guess. You?
Delilah: still numb.

Dad takes his hand in mine then kisses my forehead. As I snuggle more into my dad's chest, Richard walks into the lounge.

Webber: just wanted to let you know we're all set for tonight. Unless you had some questions or concerns.
Der&Del: we don't.
Webber: okay. Um... 5:00.
Dad: okay.

I let out a sigh as Richard leaves the room. Today is gonna be the worst day of my life because today... I have to say goodbye to Mark. After the crash, I went into a coma. Meanwhile, Mark got better... before he got worse. Today has been thirty days and his condition hasn't changed so we have to unplug him today.

Dad: you don't have to be there tonight.
Delilah: I have to... for him.

Dad kisses my forehead then hugs me as tears well up in my eyes. I hear both my pager and my dad's go off and we run down to the ER to meet Callie.

Dad: hey. What do we got?
Callie: hey, you guys tell me. Looks like a transverse process fracture at L-3 and L-4, but see this swelling?
Delilah: mhmm.
Callie: can't tell if it's unstable or not.
Dad: it's unstable for sure.
Callie: okay.
Dad: book an OR. We need to get in there and relieve the pressure as soon as possible.
Callie: wait. "We"? As in you and me?
Dad: it's not a big deal.
Delilah: dad's been cleared for weeks. I've been cleared too, with the exception that I have a babysitter.
Callie: yeah, I know, 'cause I cleared you both. But you said weren't ready so—
Dad: well, now I'm saying I am.
Callie: wow. Okay.
Dad: again, it's no big deal.

-later-

I walk into Mark's room and sit next to him. I take his hand in mine and I start talking.

Delilah: I'm picking my colours for the wedding. Jackson is insisting that we go for a green colour scheme so I went off on him for at least half an hour then other day telling him all the reasons why that's a horrible idea. When I told Catherine about her son's opinion, she called him to yell "happy wife, happy life" over the phone and hung up on him.