What We Deserve

Part 47: What Happened to Goodwin?

Looking at my phone, it's frozen.

The screen is not responding.

I can't turn it off.

This is Hell.

Between the body aching and the phone doing—THIS—I can't begin to believe this is my life.

The slight pain in my body seems to lull for a bit. I sit on the couch and I just begin to cry.

I should've just sucked it up and got on the plane last night- but I didn't feel right. I never had that kind of painful sensation before. The low pulling and contracting of my lower muscles.

I didn't know what to do. I didn't know if I should attempt the flight or if I should stay home and just apologize up one side and down the other to Max about not making it.

My phone is still not responding and because it's an iPhone- it's not like I can just take the battery out and reset the damn thing.

I knew I shouldn't have updated it two days ago.

They always fuck my phone up in someway and this is very inconvenient.

....

7:00 p.m

Laying on my back on the couch, I try so hard to will the pain away, but it's only increased since this morning. I should probably go to hospital, but honestly- I don't think I would be able to make it there like this.

My phone has went completely dark.

Will not turn on.

Will not do anything. It's completely dead and hot to the touch- so I did the only sensible thing and placed it in the kitchen sink- just incase my luck continues and it combusts into flames.

Pounding!

There's a pounding on my door and I struggle to get up without screaming in agony. Once I am up, I head to the door, unlock it and find Max in a suit on the other side looking rather upset with me.

"Helen!"

"Max....what are you..." I gasp slightly as the pain rolls through my body.

"I'm here because you said you couldn't do this. Does that mean the wedding or..." He vibrates visibly and takes me in.

"I'm just....Im in pain and I want to go home."

"Then why didn't you get on the plane and do so?" He asks upset.

"I wanted too..." I grip the door frame for a few moments and take gasping breaths.

"Are you...are you okay? Baby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing. Let's just go. Grab my shoes please."

"Go where? A hospital?" He comes in and grabs a pair of my slippers and sets them in front of me.

"Airport." I say as I step into them- grunting slightly as a shallow pain jabs me in the side.

"Airport?! Helen- you look like you can barely move. If you couldn't get on a plane last night- what makes you think you can get on one now?" He's frustrated and concerned, but I just want to go home. I want to leave this damn country and be with my family and friends and not in pain and not in this stupid place that has left me alone and suffering.

"Because you're here..." I meekly say through tears and he softens his gaze and stance- hugging me gingerly. "I needed you...and you came...so let's go. Please. Just take me home."

I begin crying and he just squeezes me around my shoulders a bit.

"Helen, I really think we should get you to a hospital.""