He's Finally With Me

The Other Women

Finny zips the fly up on his jeans, the fresh pair that Angelina had brought him so he could change into clean clothes once he had the okay that he could be released.

They kept him for the night of the accident, then another just to make sure everything was okay inside his head from the hit he had taken.

I was there every step of the way; never wavering. I had to be strong for Finny, I couldn't be weak. Not now. Not in his own hour of need.

Finny was my other half. My soulmate. How could I leave him in his condition? I couldn't. I even slept overnight with him, Angelina staying as well. My own mother couldn't because of her work, though she popped in for visits and Angelina's sake.

Though, earlier this morning, before Finny got released, I told Angelina to go ahead and go home so she could take a shower and get a real meal.

Jack wanted to pick Finny and I up, even though he's already done so much for us when Finny was on bedrest. Visiting and all. I appreciated the offer to drive us home, and so did Angelina.

She even said that it'd give her time to cook up Finny's favorite meal before he got back. She wanted to do it as a welcome home sort of surprise.

"I want to visit Sylvie before we go." Finny blurted out the announcement as he tugged his hoodie gently over his head. Careful to not anger the gnarly stitches on his forehead and cheek.

Recently, they took off that bandage protecting his forehead and said to be gentle with it. He was doing pretty good with it.

"Oh." I murmur, shuffling awkwardly. "Do you think she'd want to see you?"

That makes Finny frown, his gaze shifting to the ground as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

"I guess not." He says sheepishly.

"I didn't mean it like that," I quickly correct myself. "I'm sorry, Finny. I didn't mean it like you think. I meant— is she well enough to see you?" I rephrased.

"If the nurses say so." He says, his gaze flickering back over to me. His eyes all hopeful; though the guilt still shimmers inside those blue irises of his.

I know that guilt. I hate how it looks on Finny, because the crash wasn't his fault. I know it wasn't. It was because of me. It was because I was inside his head.

I couldn't convince him not to go. If i had, none of this would've of happened. It would've been avoided entirely.

So, I really don't want him to blame himself. Because It just wasn't his fault at all. I don't want him to carry that burden on his back.

Yet, I knew the only way that guilt would leave is if he got to see Sylvie. So that his brain could know that she was okay, and maybe, the guilt would go away with that realization and confirmation. Jack wouldn't be here for half a hour, anyway.

"Sure, Finny. Let's go check at the front desk first though, okay?" I offer him a smile, putting a hand on his cheek and pecking a soft kiss to his lips.

"Okay, Autumn. Thank you." He said gratefully, a hand firm on my waist as I guide him out his former hospital rooms door and toward the front.

That same receptionist sat at the same front desk that we met the first night, Taylor. I've seen a lot of her during Finny's stay here.

"Phineas, your already checked out. You two can be on your way." Taylor said once we reached her, a kind smile on her lips like always.