Luck of the heart

Chapter Twenty Seven: Basketcase

  It takes me a minute to remember that I am home when I open my eyes. I still can't believe my mom is in a wheel chair. I want to talk to her and my brothers more about her care and the doctors plans for the next few months. I like to know facts, that way I can plan and things make sense. 

   I grab my phone off the charging pad and look at the missed calls. Finn must have called every hour on the hour last night. Texts too. I slowly look through the messages. Well at least the first one. When I see it's not what you think I decide I am good. I don't need to see anymore. It's not what I think. So the minute I leave town you aren't hanging out with your ex booty call? Yep how could I ever get that wrong. Fucker. I think throwing my phone down.

   " Come in." I say to who ever is knocking on the other side of the door.  " I made coffee." Caleb greets me. " Perfect. I will be down as soon as I get dressed." I smile climbing out of bed.

   I throw on a pair of yoga pants and an old tee shirt that I find in my dresser. I throw my hair up in a bun and proceed to brush my teeth. I am anxious to talk to my mom.

   " Good morning." She greets me from the couch. " Good morning ma." I smile walking over to hug her.

   " Get your coffee and we can discuss breakfast." She nods as I start to yawn. " Okay." I agree walking into the kitchen to pour some coffee. The first taste is heaven. Okay I am ready I think walking back into the living room.

   " I want to talk about everything. I want to know everything. What the doctors are saying, what our next steps are going to be." I start to say sitting down in the recliner.

  " I almost forgot how factual you are about things. We have time to discuss everything. You don't leave until tomorrow morning." She says holding her hand up for me to stop.

  " Okay. I am just anxious. I mean you guys have been dealing with this for almost two months I am just now learning about everything." I frown sitting back and drinking my coffee.

   " I know. I should have let them tell you. I didn't want you to worry. You have enough going on with school." She sighs. " Your my mother. My family is more important." I say taking a breath trying to calm myself down. I can feel my cheeks start to get warm.

  " I am going to make breakfast." I say standing up. I can't sit here with the silence anymore. I need to be doing something.  " Okay, your brother just went shopping." She calls after me.

  I pull out the eggs and sausage from the refrigerator and start to look for the pans. I turn the stove on and start to brown the meat when I hear Ashley's big mouth in the living room. I smile as she gets louder.

   " That brings back memories." She laughs when she sees me in my old gym shirt. " It's comfortable." I laugh.

   " Your ma looks good. Like I was worried about seeing her but she looks good." Ashley nervously spits out. " She does." I smile.

   " How are you holding up?" She asks standing next to me. " Scared and anxious." I shrug flipping the meat.  " Here I will do the eggs. It will be just like old times." She giggles.

   For a moment it does seem like old times. Me and Ashley giggling in the kitchen while my brothers fight in the living room over some football or baseball team.

   We eat breakfast and Ashley leaves so we can start to talk. My mom tells me about the doctor being optimistic. She has some feeling in her legs which is a good sign. I start to cry when she says that, a sign of hope. She has to continue physical therapy and they have to go back in for surgery to correct some scar tissue from the accident. Caleb has her scheduled pretty well planned out between appointments, and nurses she is taken care of. I feel useless. She of course tells me I am doing what I am supposed to be doing. I have her surgery dates and will plan with my school schedule to be here to help in any way that I can.