Crush

Part 18

Nikki's p.o.v. -
I didn't realize I was in Ryan's bedroom sleeping until I opened my eyes in the middle of the night and noticed him sleeping and a dresser.

I stood up and hobbled to the bathroom trying not to bother Ryan but when I fell to the ground he heard a thud and ran to my side. 

Ryan said "Baby if you needed help you could have asked.  I wouldn't have complained.  Ask next time" as he picked me up and carried me back to his bed.

I fell asleep and woke up in his arms the next morning.

Before taking any pills he called his PT he had visited for various breaks, aches, etc and asked if she was available for a consult. 

She said "Sure.  Bring her in at about 10:30?"

He said "Yes.  That's fine.  I'll bring her in.  Then you can go over all her medical information."

I looked sweetly at my boyfriend knowing he really truly cared.  I knew the stress of the injuries I was still recovering from would test our love.  It would show me whether or not he was completely serious about being my boyfriend.

From all appearances and experiences so far I could only assume that he was as seriously in love with me as he claimed.

At 10 am he drove me to the hospital and helped me to the PT department.

I didn't expect an old sweet lady to be his PT but there she was.

I introduced myself and she said "My name is Marilyn Groves."

I explained the shooting, the back injury, the paralysis, the legs being weak, the fall the night before etc and she said "I will do all I can but I feel we should do an MRI on your back to see if you require surgery."

I smiled at Ryan feeling like I would truly be helped by this hospital.  As I spent my hour doing PT they were setting up my MRI appointment. 

Marilyn said "It's at 11:45 upstairs.  I'm sure Ryan knows where it is."

Ryan said "Yes I can show her the way."

Because of how weak I felt I was wheeled up to the MRI/Radiology wing.

Ryan's p.o.v. -
After bringing Nikki to the radiology department I waited as she spent 45 minutes in the machine using contrast dye to get a better picture. 

Again I'm not much of one to pray but I put my head between my hands and prayed that she wouldn't need back surgery.  If she did it would wipe her out for a long time and she would be left inactive to heal. 

Mike was at my house working on a meal for her to eat once we got home so she could heal faster. 

He texted me "When you get home just heat it up again and the dessert is something extra to make her feel happy."

I replied "Thanks bro!  Since she doesn't have a job or money I'll just pay extra for the nutrition coaching."

Mike replied "Let's just figure that out later.  This is an emergency situation.  I'll let her get situated in Cali first.  I usually expect a payment plan or money upfront.  She's a friend and your girlfriend.  I'll make a temporary exception."