Rêveries

Chapter 90.

It's very unpleasant waking up, not really knowing where you are or what just happened to you. When all you remember is chaos and then everything going dark, waking up is confusing, stressful and frustrating. I had never been so frustrated when waking up, feeling weak, feeling like I couldn't move. I felt awkward when I was laying in a bed, in a room I had never seen before.

There was a light caress on the top of my hand, so I looked down and I saw someone holding it. My eyes weakly traveled to the owner of the hand, and I saw Evie's soft smile. She slowly stood up and got closer to the bed. She used her other hand to gently place a hand on my cheek before she turned around to nod her head.

The door opened and a woman I had seen before walked in. She was in a white coat and I figured she was a doctor. I could only remember glimpses of her standing above me.

"Hello Ms. Bianchi, I don't know if you remember me, but I'm Dr. Venegas. Do you know what happened?" She asked as she slowly moved to the side of the bed I was in. I slowly shook my head and waited for her to tell me. "You're at Los Angeles General and you came in with a quite dramatic broken knee. The broken bone went through the skin and we performed surgery to put everything back to place. Are you starting to remember?" She asked kindly.

My eyes went to look at my leg that was elevated and had a big fat cast going up past my knee and halfway up my thigh. I couldn't move it. I could barely feel it, all I could feel was just how uncomfortable I was. Something in my chest felt heavy and it felt like something had punched me in the stomach. I tried to breathe deeply, but my breath quickened and I felt like I was going to cry.

"Hey," Evie started before she started shushing me, squeezing my hand, "look who's here," she said, moving out of the way and motioning outside the room. Through the blinds I could see Arthur, Charles and Pierre all standing around. "Can they come in now?" Evie asked the doctor who was writing something in a folder next to my bed.

"That's up to the patient now," she replied.

I nodded immediately, I wanted to see them, to talk to them. I wanted Pierre's stupid comments and his stupid French accent that we all have except for Evie, but I don't want to admit it. I wanted Arthur to joke with me, or make a joke about Charles and I. I wanted Charles to comfort me. So Evie waved them into the room, and Charles was first through the door, taking Evie's place on the left side of the bed. I gathered all my strength to wrap my arms around his neck as I felt him hug me.

He rubbed my back, being careful not to squeeze too much. I heard him let out a heavy sigh and I hope it was of relief. He kissed my cheek and then he stepped out of the way to let Pierre and Arthur step forward, just as the doctor left the room.

"Tu m'as fait peur à mort," You scared me to death, Arthur said, as if I had chosen to end up here. I chuckled lightly, but I was still too tired to speak, and my mouth was drier than a dessert.

"I am not going to lie, I will probably never get an injury that cool," Pierre said, and I actually couldn't stop myself from letting out a small laugh. "That scar is going to look cool as hell," he added.

"I tried to say I was your brother in law to get information, and they threatened to call the cops on me if I didn't sit down and shut up," Arthur said, and I chuckled again.

"They're all going to end up in some video where someone exposes celebrities that are actually a nightmare to deal with," Evie said, nodding.

"Easy for you to say, you were kept in the loop and allowed in the room," Arthur objected.

"I'm her emergency contact!"

"I've known her for her entire life! She's my future sister in law."

"And you're usually on the other side of the Atlantic, I live with her."