"Please?" I beg Spencer.
"No." he says stubbornly.
"But I really want to go home. How are my dogs? Spencer, please?"
A tear slides down my cheek.
He kisses it away.
"No." he says.
They've been doing all types of tests and inserting medicine into me from my veins. I feel so much better than I did. I've been in here for two months and three days.
"I thought you loved me." I whine.
"I do love you. That's why I'm not doing it."
"Dammit Spencer." I snap. "It would be so easy. Just unplug me from all of this shit, pick me up, and we run. I feel fine."
"So? You felt fine before you had the seizure, and three days later, you were banging on deaths door. I'm not risking it, Natalie."
"Fine!" I snap. "I'll do it myself then!"
"Natalie!" he gasps when I rip the heart monitor off my chest. I start to pull chords off of me. Spencer stands up, trying to restrain me. Doctors come rushing in, mine included.
He sighs. This is the sixth time I've done this.
"Natalie." He says as he starts to plug everything back in. "I've told you a million times to knock it off."
"Well I want to leave." I say.
"You have four more days in here! All of the tests have come back clean. You're cancer free. We just have to keep you in, just in case. Gosh Natalie, why do you want to leave so badly?"
I cross my arms and huff.
"I want Max and Harley." I cross my arms.
My doctor looks at Spencer in confusion.
"Her dogs." He says.
"Fine. Spencer, go get the dogs. Will that make you behave?"
"Yes." I say.
Spencer leans down and kisses my forehead.
"I'll be back."
I sit there and stare at the wall.
After around a half hour, I hear the sound of paws on the floor.
Harley and Max stand in the doorway and stare at me, and then they break into a run. Both dogs jump onto my bed at the same time, showering me in kisses.
I pet them and give them the attention that they're been deprived from, and then they lay down and cuddle with me.
After a few minutes, I fall asleep.
****
"Ready?" Spencer asks.
I nod wildly. He got me clothes.
"I'm coming in with you, just in case." He says.
"Okay." I say.
He follows me to the bathroom with his hands on my shoulders, just in case I get weak.
I won't but he's worried.
He helps me pull on the white tank top over the beige pushup and gray sweatpants. I brush my hair and pull it into a messy bun.
Once my converse are on, he puts his hand on my arm.
"Wait." He whispers. "Are you really ready for this?"
"Yes." I say.
"Are you just saying that because you want to go home?" he asks.
"No." I say. "I'm ready Spencer."
But I know that look in his eye.
He's scared.
He's scared that once I walk out those hospital doors, he's going to lose me.
I was so consumed with the idea of getting out of here that I didn't realize that he was hurting, too.
I grab his hand and press it to my chest, right over my heart.
"I'm fine, Spencer. I'm ready. Are you ready?"
He shuts his eyes and rests his forehead against mine.
After a minute, he nods. "I'm ready." He says.
He opens the door and leads me out.
After signing multiple papers, and also an agreement for me to come back once a week for the next three months and then twice a month for the next year, we get on the elevator and head downstairs.
"Now," Spencer begins, holding my hand as he guides me through the parking lot. "You have two choices. One, either you stay with me, or we both stay at your house. I really don't' want you alone. I know you're an adult, but the idea of you being alone makes me sick."
"You can stay with me." I say.
Guys, so I have an idea for the story but I feel like it'll really mess it up. If one of you would PM me so I can tell you the idea, that would be awesome, but you guys need to be honest.
~Sam
