Keep Me In | DR3 | BOOK 1

42 - Bedridden

"You know what's crazy, is Daniel told Dad. Before the hospital even got to him, funny enough," Carson looked at me suspiciously, his brows raised.

"How did he know before us?"

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There was absolutely nothing left of Masons back at home, except for the mess from dinner the night before. Fair enough, I didn't exactly expect him to tidy the place up or anything.

He listened. At some point last night, while I had been rushed to Princess Grace, he packed his stuff and left. No note, nothing.

I know it's what I had asked for, and what I needed him to do. But part of me wanted him to fight. To disobey what I asked him to do in a fit of rage. Prove to me that these past two weeks we had spent together were at least worth something, that this fight was merely a fissure that had been held under tension for too long. A necessary snap.

But, I couldn't worry about that now. I had to prioritize what actually mattered if I planned on getting myself back in working order as soon as I could. The road to recovery. A speedy bounce-back. Three months was three months; not long enough for me to really care, in the long run. I could at least say I gave it a shot. Maybe being single forever wasn't such a bad idea, with my track record considered.

Dad, Carson, and Rory took the Audi and set out to run some necessary errands before leaving Monaco. They were to drop off the rental car that they had to take because I had the keys to my SUV (recovered from the scene along with my wallet), pick up my pain killers (that I realized pretty quickly I would need, even walking hurt so bad it made me nauseous), grab me a new iPhone so I could get my life back in order, and to sign off on the Porsche. It was wrecked, with no chance of me getting it back in any functional way. Since it was registered under October Motorcars, Rory had the authority to sign off on it.

Carlee got to practice her motherly duties by helping me undress, take my sling off, and freshen up. Luckily we are as close as we are, otherwise, the idea of her bathing me would have been a hard no. But we agreed I needed to get the smell of hospital off of me, and so quickly and carefully, Carlee lathered up a loofah with my favorite body wash and got to work.

With my hair wrapped up in a towel, my sling secured tight, a cozy robe wrapped gingerly around my upper half, and some comfy shorts on the bottom half, Molly and Carlee laid me down in my bed. They half-drew the curtains to let some light in and propped me upwards with a ridiculous amount of pillows, making sure I had water and some books to keep me hydrated and entertained within a comfortable reach of my nest.

I filled Carlee and Molly in on all of the details of what happened last night,  the two sitting quietly as they followed along. I gave them some background information to set up the story, explaining from the moment I had to call Carlee because something wasn't right with Mason. How it began there, and that hunch never really went away throughout our time together. I guess it had all built up and exploded, something at dinner set him off. I was doing alright, despite my annoyance with Mason I had been having a lovely time with his parents. Until, suddenly I wasn't.

"I wonder what made him blow up like that?" Molly wondered out loud.

"Anger issues, much?" Carlee rolled her eyes.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Lex. It sounded like it was quite the unfortunate slow burn, from what you've told me."