Always Mine {Book 3}| Completed

Chapter 44

Doctor Reynolds had placed her fingers around my neck, to see how my vocals might be doing. I was dressed in the hospital gown, sitting in the bed, and she wanted me to take my time. It's been a week since I been here. Victoria keeps reminding me, because I got no calendar. And she tells me that it's been this long every time she visits me.

"Okay Emma. I want you to take your time. Try to speak. But start off slow. How about you try saying your name and your birthday, okay?" Doctor Reynolds told me, and I felt like I could speak with no problem.

It's been a week since I've been sad as anything. I haven't been able to see Christopher. He's still in a coma and it's been a fucking week. I still cry. But today feels natural. And I felt determined to speak. But I knew not to rush it out because I was having the worst impatience of being mute for a whole week. And once the brace was removed from my lungs seemed to get better and I was able to breathe and I felt my breathing go back from erratic to normal. And I placed my own fingers on my throat and suddenly I had to take my slow time trying to breathe and before I could even speak, I let Doctor Reynolds do what she had to. She was there, standing watch.

   I had seen my dad right by me and he looked nervous and afraid of me actually speaking again. I took my time before Reynolds actually okayed me. So I exhaled and went for it but cautiously.

  At first barely any speech was coming out. It was like deep raspy noises until I found the vocabulary.

  "I'm... m-m-my... n-name i-i-i-is... E-m..." I stammered, barely to get my voice to sound good without it hurting or even coherent.

  Dad grabbed onto my hand, giving me the best support.

  "It's okay. Take your time." Reynolds nodded.

  I shook myself up and I swallowed down my nerves.

  "My n-n-name... is... E-E-Em-mma. Emma." I easily let it, stammering a bit until I caught my vocabulary right. "My name is Emma James. My birthday is September fifteenth. And I'm a Virgo sun, a Capricorn moon and a Leo rising."

They were obviously impressed that I actually got my words out. My voice sounded like I was recovering from a bad case of the worst infection in my voice. But it was laryngitis. I had it so bad that I couldn't speak for a week. And now that I'm able to get my voice back to its normal strength, Reynolds looked between my dad and me. And here I was to speak very cautiously every time.

I turned to Reynolds, and I knew now I had my voice back to normal so now I can finally ask or say anything but still I got to be careful. And I think they knew that.

"I would like to see him," I had a shriek sound in my voice that you could tell was still recovering.

She blinked, knowing that it was the only thing I was interested in. But I knew she was going to say no. I knew that it wouldn't be smart. But do I want to see him that way? Would Christopher want me to see him like that? And it all simply comes back to me and I get all the answers givin to me.

"Well, first... you need to be able to walk on foot. You been going to therapy. But you need to be able to stay on foot without the wheelchair. And besides, your still recovering. It's only been a week." Reynolds told me, and I knew she was sticking to her answer.

  "But would it be so bad if she were to see him? It's been a week. Even if it's like five minutes?" Dad asked, being completely honest and actually showing his side of what he thinks.

  "If it were up to me, I would. He's still in the ICU. And the visiting policy is strict. But once he's out of there... she can visit him whenever and for how long she likes." Reynolds replied.