DREA (GxG)

2. {Welcome to the family}

When I was on the brink of what I would assume to be death by despair, I heard knocks on the door. I kept my eyes closed as I lay there, drained, tired. Lonely. If it's Dr LaRue again, she'd do what she needed to do regardless of if I paid her any mind. That's what she'd been doing the past two days since I'd woken up.

A loud drop of something on my nightstand made me open my eyes. Her undeniably pretty face stares back at me with benevolence. "Sorry to interrupt your attempt of trying to liquidise into the pillows again, but one of my wives, uh, made these for you."

My eyes shifted to the blueberry muffins she carried before I met her gaze again with a quizzical brow. She said one of her wives, right? That's what she said? "One of?"

"Yup."

"You have more than one?"

"I have three." She revealed with an amusing smile.

My jaws dropped. "Three wives? And they know about each other?"

She laughs. "They're all married to each other, so, yeah. Gracie sent these for you."

"Is that the one who came up here the other day?" she nodded and offered the muffins again. I took them. "Thank you. Uh, I mean, thank her for me?"

"I already did." She confirmed with a blush. "There's something I wanted to talk to you about. I'm discharging you this week. Or, I'm considering it."

"You're what?" My heart hammered.

She stopped and turned to me, her expression growing more sympathetic. Sighing, she comes to sit by my bedside. "I'm considering it. We're short on beds and you're not critical enough to stay in ICU yet we don't have anywhere else to put you because we're short on beds." She heaves a deep sigh. "With that said, we still can't discharge you like this knowing you're not in a position to take care of yourself, so I'm trying to make arrangements for you. Unfortunately, I can't get in touch with Adreanna. Did she come by?"

I shook my head. "No one stopped by. I'll book a hotel if I need to."

"I can't discharge you to a hotel." She sighed again. "You don't need to worry about it. I just wanted to let you know. I'll keep talking with the chief about keeping you for a few more weeks. In the meantime, I need you to get ready to go to PT. You're getting your crutch today. Fun!!"

I nodded. "Thank you, Steph."

She smiled. "Whatever happened to Dr LaRue?"

With that, she left the room. Sighing, I looked back at the muffins. Plucking one from the box, I bit into it and felt it melt into my mouth.

Just like Steph said, the nurse came for me. She helped me into a wheelchair and took me down to the second floor where physical therapy was. I got only one crutch since one of my arms was also in a cast. I struggled to walk with it for the earliest hours of the morning. There was a lot of sweat and tear, blood, not so much.

When the nurse finally took me back up to my room, she helped me to a shower, grabbed me some lunch then left me alone. I fell back into sleep. The touch of a soft hand woke me, and I groaned at Dr LaRue. "Hey. I have good news. Sort of. I hope?"

"I suppose you're kicking me out now?"

"Yes," My chest ached. "Well no, but yes. If you want." I held my breath as she continued. "I've spoken to my wives and–"

"Oh no!" I shook my head. "I can't ask you to do that."

"You didn't. You didn't ask. We're offering. They agreed that you can stay with us until you can find other accommodations."

"Are you sure? I don't want to impose."