Remember When ↠ l.p.

Rushing

One week later~

"Come on girls, you promised you would cooperate with me today!" I wait by the door, holding it open for them as they drag their feet across the threshold. "If traffic is bad, we're going to be late!" I try to reign in my impatience. "Please, you know what a big deal this is to him."

It's been a week since Liam woke up. He's been improving each day since then and today he's moving back into a regular room. I've taken the girls with me each day that I've been able to visit him, which has been three out of the seven days. Knowing that Tessie had already been with Mother and that Cailyn survived when she stayed with me the same day, I felt like it wouldn't be too damaging. I still wouldn't have wanted to bring them earlier however, when he was still in his coma. 

I was released from the hospital about a day and half after he woke up. A day after that, when she was sure that I could manage the girls alone, Mother left. I'm sure Dad was glad to have her back. I feel bad that I stole her away for so long, but I honestly don't know what I would have done if she hadn't been here to help through it all. Imagine, if the girls had been with me when I was hit by the other car. I I don't think I ever could have forgiven myself. 

I didn't have too much trouble adjusting to life back at home, nothing had changed in the few days that I was gone. My injuries, while sore, didn't really hinder me from moving around. Once all the necessary tests came back about my concussion, I was able to leave the hospital quickly. The only thing that bothers me is, obviously, when I bump into something with my bad side or one of my other bruises. I also get tired a lot easier, which is why whenever we do visit Liam, we don't stay for very long.

Although we don't stay with Liam long we make the most of the time we do have together. Granted, our first meeting was a little awkward, but I think we've come a long way. In a way, the coma seems be a hidden blessing because Liam has woken up...well more himself.

I restrained myself from calling Mother right away when I got the call, I talked to the nurse who had been tasked with calling to let me know he'd awakened for at least twenty minutes. By the time I'd finished and realized just what time it was, I knew I couldn't call Mother to tell her the news. I did leave voicemail messages on Louis and Karen's phones though. I then fell asleep and had one of the most refreshing night's sleep I had in a long time. 

The next morning I called again and asked to talk to Liam this time, if he was awake. I wasn't sure if he would even be sleepy or if someone could be sleepy right after coming out of a coma. I tried to research comas earlier, when he had first slipped into his, but couldn't find the emotional strength to do so. One of the things that the nurse told me the previous night-or early morning, depending on your definition of night-was that Liam's case was very, very odd.

You see, they didn't know why he had gone into the coma nor why he wasn't showing any signs of improvement. They didn't know why his body seemed to be slowly shutting off or why it was happening so quickly. The same can be said for the way he woke up. He didn't show any gradual signs that he coming out of his coma like most patients do. There's movement that slowly grows, blinking or hand movement, all sorts of things that Liam never showed. They couldn't give any reason why he woke up so suddenly, but the only reasoning they can work out is that it wasn't a normal coma.

Obviously, right? 

That's all they know and have committed to saying so far. There are a lot of ifs, the main one being that Liam came out more himself...his old self that is. The other personality is still there, but they seem to be in equal control of the body and on good terms. The first time that the girls and I visited the "other" Liam helpfully receded so that "our" Liam could spend time with us.

It's very odd, but we're all working with it. So far Liam hasn't wanted to talk about it. He hasn't talked about himself much, he's focused on Tessie. He hugged her for a solid five minutes the first time that he saw her. She's been his rock since waking up. She's been glued to his side and encouraging him, the nurse have taken to calling me to put her on the line when they're having trouble with him. Even the "other" Liam listens to her when she asks him to do something.

You would think that she would be more motivated in getting on our way today, wouldn't you? She's been very helpful all the past week, both of them have been. But today they seem to be a mixture of ornery and sleepy, getting ready very sluggishly and whining about it the whole way. 

"We're going to be late," I moan as I close and lock the apartment door behind us. "you two have made us late and you'll have to apologize to him because he'll be disappointed."

"Daddy will be happy that we're there, not what time we get there." Tessie glares at me disapprovingly. "You're not being nice today."

"No!! You've been grouchy!" Cailyn adds.

"That's it," I swing my purse onto my shoulder and lean down to pick up Tessie. "I'll take you up her with me and Cailyn, you better keep up!" I start running towards the elevator, checking back a few times to make sure that Cailyn is following behind. She is, but no doubt it's only because I've stolen Tessie. I picked her because I knew she'd be less likely to kick me in attempts to escape. Drastic and impatient measures can't be helped, I've decided. We simply can't be late today.