Broken

Chapter fourteen

Elliott 

A week has passed since I woke from my coma and today we were trying a third attempt at removing the breathing tube. Jessie left the room and I don't blame her. Carol turns off the ventilator and detaches the hose.

A couple minutes passed and I was still breathing on my own. She removes the tube from my mouth and helps me drink water. "I'll go get her, just rest your throat for now," she says with a smile and goes to get Jessie. 

Moments later she walks in and relief fills her eyes. "Hi," I croak in a hoarse voice. 

She breaks into relieved sobs and comes give me a chaste kiss. "There's one more hose I want removed if possible," I sign to save my voice. 

"The catheter," she asks and I nod. "I have to ask Carol first."

I groan and she giggles at me. "It's uncomfortable and I want to get out of bed," I sign with hopeful eyes. 

"Resting your throat I see, " Carol says as she reenters the room.

"Yes, she wants the catheter out and a chance to get out of bed," Jessie says softly. 

"Please," I croak in a pleading whisper. 

"I'll get a wheelchair while Jessie takes care of the other," she says softly and leaves the room. 

I let out a relieved breath and Jessie lets me know she's removing the catheter. I nod and she gently removes it and I wince at the end. "Baby, I'm sorry," she chokes feeling bad. 

I pull her in for a kiss and she gives me a smile. Thankfully for wearing scrubs since yesterday I don't have to worry about anyone seeing anything when I'm helped out of bed. Carol comes back with a wheelchair, crutches and a walking boot. A nurse follows her in to help get me from the bed to the wheelchair. 

Carol straps on the walking boot while Jessie waits on by the side of the bed. I notice Jessie watching the nurse and until she touches me inappropriately, I didn't know why. I smack her hand and shout, "Get out."

I wince, grabbing my throat and Carol pushes her out of the room, apologizing. "She's been wanting to get her hands on Elliott for months," Jessie spits with jealousy. "I didn't think she'd try something like this."

"Jessie, please calm down," I sign with a worried look on my face. 

She lets out a calming breath and I let out a relieved sigh. Thankfully Sarah walks in and I sign for her to help me out of bed. She stood there, shocked for a minute and I realize it was because I no longer had the breathing tube. 

She comes over and helps me sit up, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. I grip her shoulders as she lifts me to my feet and we stand there a minute to steady my balance after laying in bed for almost three weeks. We take it slow to the wheelchair and she eases me down.

"Thank you," I say in a hoarse whisper. 

"Where did you want to go," Sarah asks me.

"The cafeteria for some jello and ice cream, my throat hurts," I sign and rub my neck.

She pushes me to the cafeteria with Jessie walking alongside me. She pushes me to an empty table and I spot the nurse who groped me. She struts over to us, eyes on me. Jessie spots her too, but before she could take a step, I pull her to sit in my lap. She gasps at my sudden movement as my bulge presses between her cheeks.

She looks at me over her shoulder and I could see the arousal in her eyes. I smile at her and she kisses my forehead. I kiss her shoulder as the nurse reaches our table. "I'm sorry," she says but I know she doesn't mean it. She did what she did intentionally.