Tomorrow

Chapter 3

"Riker!" Chevy calls from the bedroom.

I walk to my room and stand in the doorway.

"Hey, how'd you sleep?"

"Okay I guess," she says.

"I bet since you slept for almost 15 hours."

"No way!"

"Yes. Tracey said you would sleep but I thought you were dead in here."

"Sorry," she mumbles.

"No, it's good. The more you rest the faster you will recover," I say.

"...And the faster I can get out of here and out of your way."

"I never said that. You aren't in my way," I assure her, stepping into the room, I sit on the bed.

"This can't be good for you, taking care of me around the clock," she says.

"Don't worry about what's good for me," I reply.

"But Riker what about your job? Family? Girlfriend? You haven't left since you bought me home with you."

"It's all right. If I had to worry about those things I would. But I don't. You shouldn't either." I shift my weight.

"Okay. I don't want to be your excuse either. Can you help me up, please? I want to move around," Chevy asks.

I slide her legs to the side of the bed. She rolls over on her good side and pushes herself up into a standing position. When she's steady she smiles at me.

"Look at that," I comment.

"...And I only want to cry a little bit," she jokes. "Can you help me to the bathroom?"

"Sure."

Chevy takes my arm and leans on me. Carefully we move to the bathroom.

"I'm going to shower. Do you have anything I can wear?"

"Um...," I shrug.

I haven't thought about clothes for her.

She steps into the bathroom and starts to shut the door. Looking at me through the crack, "Please don't go far... just in case."

"I'll be right here."

She closes the door. I wait until I hear the water running to go to my dresser. Pulling the drawer open, I find three pairs of my old jeans. They might fit her.

I grab a couple of tee shirts. That's all I have, she would have to ask Tracy for the other stuff she needed it.

I hear the water stop. Stacking the clothes in a pile, I walk back to the bathroom and lean against the wall.

I knock on the door, wondering what's taking her so long. "You okay in there?"

"Yes, can I have a clean shirt?"

"Yes, and I have some jeans too," I say.

She pulls the door open an inch.

"Close your eyes and hand me the shirt and jeans please," Chevy says, she's dripping wet.

"Why do I have to close my eyes?"

"I'm naked, Riker. I can't hold a towel around me, balance and grab the clothes," She points out.

"So what? Do you think I've never seen a naked woman before?"

"I didn't say you never saw a naked woman, but you haven't seen me naked before, so close your eyes please."

"How do you know I haven't? You were out of it for three days," I point out.

"Did you see me naked?"

"No."