Fall (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 3 'Babe'

Saige's POV

Before I knew it, I was being jolted around in a car. We were speeding, but I couldn't tell where to. All I saw was water. Being trapped in it. Not getting air. Drowning has always been one of my fears, and after that, it definitely is. I had such a headache and didn't open my eyes because the light hurt it.

"You're going to be okay, Saige, I promise," I heard someone whisper in an anxious voice. I felt someone reach for my hand, so I gripped onto it. I didn't even care at the fact that my hand was probably sweating from the nerves. I held it all the way to what I assumed was the hospital. I realized I was right when I was put on a gurney and rolled into a room. They started hooking machines up to me left and right.

"Saige, honey, can you hear me?" Someone asked. I could hear, but I couldn't talk. I couldn't answer her. My body was physically not allowing me to speak. I gave up, and as I did, everything went completely black again.

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"Saige! Babe," I heard someone panicking, jolting me awake. My eyes shot open and I saw a bright light right above my head. I instantly closed them because it hurt too much to look.

"Saige! I was so scared," they cooed. I slowly opened my eyes, still squinting a little. I sat up, only to have my head spin around like crazy. I was conscious enough to know who was talking to me, although I should have known by the voice, but things weren't exactly in my favor right now.

"Yeah," I managed to croak out, my throat sore from choking on the water. I must've hit my head pretty hard. I don't remember anything else exactly.

"Oh my gosh! I was so worried! I'm so sorry I made you do that," he apologized.

"My head kills," I whispered, closing my eyes again. I sat up a little, shifting myself around to get comfortable. I finally opened my eyes again after I got away from the direct light.

"Do you need a nurse? I'll go get one," he asked.

"I'm fine. What exactly happened?"

"You have a really bad concussion. I'm sorry I made you go out a surf. I shouldn't have pressured you to-"

"It's fine, Wesley," I chuckled a little. "It's my fault. I told you I'm accident prone," I reminded. He laughed it off, but I could tell he still felt really bad. Everything was silent for awhile, but it wasn't awkward. It was comfortable.

"Do you want or need anything? I can run to your house or something. I think they're letting you go home in a couple hours though," Wesley said.

"I'm good, but I really need to use the bathroom," I said. I looked down at the machines hooked up to my arm and sighed. He stood up and unhooked the cart with the saline from the wall. He rolled it out of the way and helped me up out of the hospital bed. I carefully and slowly walked alongside of him, holding onto his arm for support. I reached the bathroom and he situated the cart by the toilet.

"Just yell if you need me," he assured.

"Thanks," I blushed, not knowing why. Maybe because I was embarrassed he had to help me go to the bathroom, or maybe because he was treating me like we were never apart. Saige. You have a boyfriend. I finished going to the bathroom, but I felt too dizzy to stand up by myself. I didn't want to call for him, so I managed to pull myself up, using my cart with my IVs. I was almost to the door when I collapsed onto the ground.

"W-Wes," I tried to yell. The door burst open and he rushed in. He helped me up, trying not to hurt me.

"I told you to yell for help, Saige. Don't be so damn stubborn," he chuckled. I've always been stubborn with people helping me. The thing is, I don't like to admit when I need help. He walked me to my bed and helped me lay back down.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I just got so dizzy," I sighed.

"Do you want me to call Elijah or whoever? Mari, Keaton, and Drew left and went back to the house. I told them I'd help you home," he explained.

"Mari probably already told him. It's probably better if he doesn't know though," I admitted, knowing he'd overreact. Just as I was about to say something else, a nurse walked in.

"Hi, Ms. Jackson? How are you feeling?" She asked.

"I'm good. My head just hurts a lot," I answered.

"Well, it seems you're all good to be checked out, so whenever you're ready we will be at the front desk with everything. Take your time," she smiled, unhooking all the machines I was attached to. I felt so weak and dizzy when I sat up.

She left the room so I could get dressed and out of the gown. I didn't mind that Wesley was in there. He saw me in a bikini yesterday, and he's seen me get dressed before. I miss those days when we hung out all the time, went to our spot, talked. They were my favorite. I can almost guarantee they were his too.

"Thanks for helping me, Wes," I said. I got up and slowly walked towards the door with him.

"No problem. That's what friends are for, right?" Him calling us friends made me smile. Of course we were, but I was just hoping that since we hadn't talked in awhile he wouldn't treat me any different. The only thing that is different is that I have a boyfriend. I walked up to the front desk and saw the nurse that was just in my room.

"Hi, I'm Saige Jackson. I just need to checkout," I informed her. She smiled and typed something up on her computer. She handed me some papers to sign, gave me some pills, and checked me out.

"By the way, you've got a pretty great boyfriend on your hands. He was so worried about you. He didn't leave once until you woke up," she whispered soft enough so only I could hear.

"Oh, he's n-- yeah, he's pretty great," I went along with her. I didn't feel like explaining that he wasn't my boyfriend. I wonder if he told her he was. He wouldn't do that, would he?

"I hate you for making me surf," I mumbled when we got in the car.

"Hey, I already feel bad enough," he held his hands up defensively.

"I'm kidding! But you can take care of me because it's your fault," I teased.

"I will. I'll do whatever you want, except give you a foot massage," he chuckled. He's always hated feet.

"Remember when you were sleeping that one time, and I decided to put my feet in your face? You woke up instantly and started screaming like a little girl. That was funny," I giggled.

"I did not scream like a little girl," he scoffed.

"You so did! You always did," I argued. We went at it until we reached home. By then, my head was pounding all over again. When he led me inside my house, no one was there.

"Some friends. I get a concussion and they aren't even home to see me," I fake cried.

"Do you want to go lay down in your bed or something? I can make you a place on the couch, whatever you want," he insisted.

"I'll just go up to my room. You can stay if you want, unless, a movie with your best friend is too lame these days," I joked.

"Best friend, ah? I see I moved back up on the list within a day. I knew it wouldn't take much," he winked. We went upstairs to my room, and I plopped onto my bed while he found a movie. He sat down in the chair beside my bed when he started it.

"You can lay beside me, unless you don't want to," I told him. His face turned a light shade of red before he got up and slid onto the bed beside me. It's like he was scared or something. I scooted closer to him and snuggled into his chest.

"I missed these days," I sighed.

"Me too, but most importantly, I missed you," he said. I missed you too, Wesley, I missed you too.