Love Me Tender (A Kaimelia - Kai Bartley/Amelia Shepherd - fanfiction)

Part 23

It's been five days already and although I miss Scout more and more with each passing day, time has also gone by extremely quickly. I'm currently on my way to the hospital, feeling excited to be back in that setting again. Funny how most people hate hospitals, but I feel at home there. Of course, Kai's place is really starting to feel like home too..

Sadly, I won't be allowed into the lab, Kai made that really clear this morning when they left. I might just ignore that, we'll see. But first, I need to meet up with Tom and get an MRI to check if everything is okay.

I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous, but I'm trying to approach this rationally. I'm feeling good, I have no pain anymore and there's no indication that something is wrong. I just have to live with knowing that there's a possibility the tumor will regrow again. I guess I'll just have a very scarred head then. Thankfully Tom is also a master at stitching so the scars won't be too noticeable.

I enter the hospital, heading up to the right floor after nearly pressing the number for the lab. Old habits die hard, I suppose. My mind wonders to Kai and what they're doing right now. A smile makes it way onto my lips as I recall this morning and how they turned back on the way out to give me one more kiss. Everything they do makes me feel like I'm being treated like a queen. It's an unusually warm and fuzzy feeling, but I love it.

The elevator doors open and I come face to face with Tom himself, who smirks cleverly. "Well, aren't you glad to see me," he says, winking at me. He has a folder in his hands, which I presume is mine.

I roll my eyes, stepping out to greet him. "Not particularly," I smirk back and grab the file from his hands, looking it over. Not much has been added to it so it's quite a boring read. "MRI first?" I ask, not knowing which direction to head in.

He nods and we head down a hallway that leads to radiology. I touch my ears to make sure that I didn't put earrings on and hand him back the file, finding him already looking at me with an amused look on his face.

I don't even want to ask, but he looks like a little kid who really-really wants to say something so I eventually sigh. "What?" I ask, already regretting it when he gets that clever look again.

"I just have to know. How is the lesbian romance going? Are you getting matching tattoos? You do know that you're a very stereotypical lesbian, I've heard that they move in together immediately. And here I thought you were special," Tom rambles, making me groan internally.

On some level, this fangirl attitude is cute, but it mostly feels very unnecessary and over the top. "Let's start with the fact that I'm not a lesbian. You should know firsthand," I throw him a look. Our casual hookup wasn't my best moment, but it really serves as a much needed reminder here.

"Of course, I could never forget that magical night.. Day? What time was it? Now that part I forget," he smirks and I slap his arm, rolling my eyes. Talking about this while walking through a hospital isn't a good idea probably. It's crazy how much people here gossip.

"And we didn't move in together, I'm just staying there because you said I can't fly yet," I then add, poking him in the arm with my finger this time. We reach radiology and he pulls open the door for me, allowing me to step in first. Not excited to be in a loud machine for twenty minutes but what can I do.

"Oh yeah, speaking of that. I can probably clear you for it now," Tom nods, following after me. I don't want to admit it even to myself, but I'm a bit disappointed at that. The thought of going back to the regular trips back and forth and hotel stays seem like too little when compared to the time we have together now.

I don't know if it's the freshness of this thing between us or what, but I'm way clingier than is usual for me. Still, I form a smile on my face and nod. "Scout will be happy about that."

"Oh yeah, how is the little fella? And the wants-to-be-husband?" Tom smirks, grabbing the pre-procedure questionnaire and filling it out for me. He already knows my medical history so well that I don't even bother checking if the answers are correct.

I take my shoes off and remove my jacket, which is the only piece of clothing that has any metal in it. I came prepared after all. "They're good, I guess. Link is well.. yeah. You worded it pretty well. He's still that. And Scout is perfectly adorable," I answer with a smile, thinking of my son.

Tom nods and taps his pen against the paper a few times. "I don't know this one," he says, appearing to read off of the page. "Have you been sexually active in the past week?"

I give him a look and resist from also giving him the finger. "It does not ask that," I say, rolling my eyes and heading in to get positioned in the machine.

"You can still answer though," Tom calls after me, laughing as he does. Some things never change and his sexual commentary is one of those.

The radiology tech sets everything up for me and I take a deep breath as the machine whirs to life. It's a good thing I'm not claustrophobic or this would be really uncomfortable. It's the noise that mostly bothers me, but I close my eyes and try to shut it out.

My mind of course wanders back to Tom's questions again. Is it too quick that we do essentially live together for now? And will they want me to stay with them when we go back to the weekly trips to Minnesota? That possibility hasn't even crossed my mind for some reason. But now it seems logical somehow. But that would kind of mean that I live with Kai part time, which seems really serious.

A bit too serious too fast for my comfort. And at the same time, we haven't even had sex. Oh god, what if I don't even know how to.. I mean, the last time I experimented like that was in college. So.. forever ago. But I have the same parts so it shouldn't be rocket science, right?

I sigh, trying to hold as still as possible. Thank god this isn't a functional MRI or Tom would get some interesting images of different parts of my brain lighting up. Still, I try to calm my racing mind. Just in case.