Still Dunno

Chapter 49 - Patience

Jamey's POV

"Hey, it's me," I started after the beep. "I saw Christopher, and you were right. I'm going to my dad's house now. This is fucked up more than you can imagine. I hope to see you later."

I sat on the couch listening to the voicemail I left Stephanie before the accident for the hundredth time.

I hoped for a clue, hint, or small piece to jog my memory, but nothing came to me.

I hit play again.

"Ugh! Jamey, you are going to drive yourself crazy!" Stephanie came into the living room.

She'd just finished showering, and she looked so sexy in her white crop top and little cotton shorts. Her black hair was wrapped up in a towel.

"I have to figure it out," I said, hitting play again.

Stephanie came and reached for my phone. I grabbed her arm and pulled her down in my lap.

"Jamey," she laughed.

"I have you right where I want you!" I said and started kissing her.

Stephanie wiggled and laughed, and the towel fell from her head, spilling her wet black hair all over us. She reached for the towel as I kissed her lips.

I pulled her up, so she sat on my lap.

"I have to remember what happened," I said as we calmed down.

"And you will," she snaked her arms around my neck. "But it's going to happen when it's supposed to, not by you listening to it repeatedly," she said.

"You are probably right," I said.

"Probably?" She asked with an arched eyebrow.

I grinned at her. "Okay, maybe you are right."

"Maybe?"

I laughed. "You're right."

"That's what I thought you would say," She purred. Stephanie gave me a quick kiss and stood up.

"How do you feel?" She asked me earnestly.

Since I woke up from a coma, I've been weak. My body wasn't used to moving, and I needed to remind it what it was supposed to do. At least that's what my Physical Therapist said.

I stayed in the hospital for five more days after I woke up. Riker wanted me to come home with him, but I said I would be fine at my place. I could walk and move around; sometimes, I needed a cane, which I hated. I'm twenty-three years old and look like an old man with a cane.

But I was getting stronger every day.

Stephanie helped me as much as she could.

Grandma and Grandpa would come over some afternoons and sit with me. Ross and Rocky would come over, too. I didn't mind the company, but then Stephanie couldn't be here when they were, and I didn't mind that.

"I feel good," I said.

Stephanie studied me, and finally, she nodded. "You look good too."

"Thanks," I said.

"I'm going to finish getting dressed," She said, turning away from me.

"What? You are dressed!" I exclaimed.

"Jamey, I can't walk around in this!" She said.

I looked her up and down, admiring her long, lean body. "Sure, you can!"

She rolled her eyes at me. "You would have me naked all the time if you had your way!"

"Damn straight, and in bed too!" I said.