Grace's POV
At just that moment the doctor came in and I saw my future flash before me. I saw everything for what I was becoming, I saw regret, a lifetime of guilt. I saw a man change right before me, within seconds of a car on another car. I saw it all and it blackened me.
"Mr See." Every word was a thousand beats slower, an eery drone in a silent planet.
"The results have come back and I am afraid it is not good news. You're paralysed from the waist down; you'll feel no movement in your legs."
I felt my body sink into my skin. I felt the pale cover of myself envelop me and slowly fall to the floor. I felt myself drowning, with no water just thick carbonated air. I felt my future dissolve. I felt it disappear from my hands; any chance of a normal life dissolve from standing right in front of me and I watched it sink to the floor. And I was staring and staring, trying to bring it back, I was imaging and pulling it back, I was making it come to life. It was in front of me now and I could touch it, I could pull it back towards me. I stuck my hand out and it slipped right through and sunk to the ground again.
"What does this mean?" Chester asked, his voice hoarse but held a drop of optimism.
"It means time. It won't be easy, but I'm positive you'll get on your feet again one day."
"One day?" Chester replied, the tears bubbling in his eyes. He stuck his arm out and I took a little too long to take his hand in mine.
"It'll take months, maybe half a year maybe two years. However hard you try depends on your results. Your rehabilitation depends on your personal effort."
I saw Chester's eyes glance at my stomach and then dart back at the doctor.
"When do I start?"
Chester's POV
The doctor handed me files and papers and I was signing things I didn't know existed. I was walking again, no matter how long it took.
He wheeled in a wheelchair and I felt like I was staring at a jail cell. So this was what I'd be spending months in? This was what my life had come to?
I was lowered into the chair with mountains of support, I hated having to reply on people already. It felt wrong, not being able to use my legs. It felt weird that I couldn't feel them, they were staring directly at me and yet I couldn't feel their existence.
Grace walked behind me and pushed me slowly out the door and through the ward. I didn't mind taking a pointless stroll, I'd do anything to get out of that hospital room.
"I love you Grace." I abruptly blurted out, suddenly feeling as if I needed to appreciate her more. For most things are gone before you realise how much they mean to you.
She didn't reply and we were left in an awkward silence. I was confused but too tired to try and figure out if I had done something to offend her. My impatience was growing and I couldn't sit in this eery, lost silence any more.
"I know." I said bluntly.
"Know what?" She asked innocently, like she didn't just ignore my previous confession.
"I know I'm not what you wanted, or deserve. I know I'm not what you need or a steady future; you can't rely on me and I won't be able to exceed the life you've dreamed of. And I'm sorry."
"None of this is your fault."
It hurt that she didn't deny any of my words, as true as I believed they were part of me wanted her to tell me I was all she ever wanted.
"And I don't care about exceeding my future. I don't care about your incapability to walk, I don't care if our lives will be different from now on. It's you that matters; none of that other stuff." Grace said, her voice sounding like she was beginning to open up a little more.
"So I'm enough?" I asked, my voice small and weak.
"More than enough."
"Prove it." I said, without contemplating what that actually involved.
She looked at me confusingly like there was no way she could prove it- which there wasn't. Then she bent down to my level, took my hand and gently placed it on her bump, my palm shaping her rounded belly.
"I love you." She said quietly, before pressing her lips onto mine.
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