P.S. I Lime You

Chapter 8-Wesley

"Haley? What are you doing here?" I tried to remember why Haley and I were in the cabin house.

"Wes, you invited me here, you said we had a perfect view of the stars from the back porch. Babe, what's wrong?" Her voice was sincere, but my mind was uneasy. My body was numb as she came near me. I told her to stop, and she didn't listen. She sat on my lap and starting kissing my neck. I couldn't move my arms to push her off. I looked down to make sure I still had legs. They wouldn't move either. I opened my mouth, but I forgot how to talk. My mind was screaming let me go! She wouldn't stop. My voice came back to me.

"Stop, stop, STOP!!"

I woke up to clicking sounds of a cell phone. I looked around and saw machines, and IV's. My dad was a few feet away from me texting someone. I was in a white, itchy gown. I looked at my arms and legs and they were still intact. My dad called for the nurse.

"Wesley, oh my god, you're awake!" My dad said as he hugged me.

"Dad, why am I here?" I asked.

The nurse interrupted our conversation immediately.

"Wesley my name is Amy, I'm your nurse, and we are taking good care of you. You had a little accident, but we will have you on your feet in no time. In the meantime, I'm going to need you to relax and breath, can you do that for me?"

I nodded my head in agreement with what she said.

"Good, Dr. Wentworth will be in shortly to explain what happened." I looked at my dad, and he held his hand up telling me not to speak. He tried to break it to me gently.

"Son, you had an accident on the field during your game. You took a pretty hard fall, and the doctor believes you suffered a mild concussion. You kept fading in and out, but the nurse thinks that's the medication kicking in." My dad tried to explain more of the story to me, but we were interrupted by the doctor.

"Hello Wesley, I'm Dr. Wentworth, nice to meet you." He stuck out his hand wanting me to shake it like we were businessmen. I shook his hand and stared at him lost for words. He took his hand back and continued to talk.

"The good news Wesley, there is no brain damage, just a little cut on your head and a few bruises on your back and abdomen. No signs of a concussion, but I do have a few questions about your leg."

"My leg?" I asked. What did my leg have to do with anything?

"Yes, how long have you had that lump on your right leg?" I lifted up the gown to see the lump I had been trying to hide for the past three months.

"I noticed it this morning," I said, lying to the doctor.

"Are you sure? It's a pretty decent size to just appear this morning," the doctor mentioned trying to catch me in a lie.

"I don't know Dr. Wentworth, my mind is a little blank right now. What's the lump all about?" My dad tuned in a little better putting his phone down. I sat up trying to focus on Dr. Wentworth's words.

"Well, we aren't sure, but we would like to get you an MRI as quickly as possible to make sure it's nothing serious." He was lying. It was more serious than he led me to believe. I could hear the fear in his voice, and the short pauses he took explaining my condition let me know that something was wrong. I looked at my dad hoping he'd have something wise to say.

"Can we setup up an MRI on our own, or do we have to have it done here?" My dad asked.

The doctor looked frustrated, and impatient. "Mr. James, as soon as possible would be ideal."

"Yes, I understand. I would like to arrange for the MRI to be done in Castlewood Lake Hospital, where my wife works. She's a surgical nurse, and she knows all the doctors very well." My vital signs were going crazy thinking about what my dad had just said. I knew it! I knew she wasn't just here for a visit, my mom had been in Castlewood for a while now, I just didn't know how long.