Remember Me.

13

Hey guys! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to update. I've been on vacation and I still am but I felt bad not updating. There will be a flashback in this chapter. Flashbacks are in italics. Thanks for reading and commenting! You guys are the best!
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Ellen's POV
"There you go. You're getting it!" I tell Patrick as he slowly stumbles across the room. He plops down in the nearest chair and smiles as he struggles to catch his breath.
"I'm so proud of you Pat. You've come so far." I say, walking toward him. I sit on his lap and comb his hair back with my fingers. I look into his bright blue eyes and lose myself.
By some miracle of God, Patrick regained function of his legs. I remember the first time he could feel his legs again after the accident. I don't think I could ever forget the look on his face.
"Ellen!"
I whip my head in the direction of Patrick's room.
"Ellen! Come here! Quick!" he shouts. I drop the papers I'm holding and run as fast as I can into his room.
"What is it? What's wrong?" I ask, worried. My worried look vanishes as I see the most brilliant smile on his face. A smile that I haven't seen since the earlier seasons of greys anatomy.
"I can feel." he says quietly.
"What? You can feel what?" I ask, still confused.
"My legs." he whispers as a tear rolls down his cheek.
"What?" I whisper in shock. I sit beside him and stare at his legs.
"I can feel them. Look." He points to his toes and I stare at them. For a moment, nothing happened. And then, they moved. He wiggled them. I gasp and tears form in my eyes. I stand up and my hands cover my mouth. I look up at him and see him smiling at me.
"Oh Patrick!" I say, pulling him close to me in a tight hug.
It has been four months since that day. These months have been hard and tiresome on the both of us. But seeing his smile is so rewarding. It makes everything worth the struggle.
"Will you hand me some water?" he asks. I stand up and fill a glass with water and hand it to him. I watch as he drinks it quickly.
Once he finishes, he sets the glass down and grabs my hand, pulling me back into his lap. I kiss his forehead and rest mine against his.
"I think it's time for us to tell people." he says quietly. I pull away and look at him.
"Patrick...I don't think that's such a good idea. Not yet anyway." I tell him.
"Why? I'm better. I'm me again." he says happily.
"But think of the paparazzi. They've left us alone for so long-"
"That's because they don't know anything. They don't know about my progress. They don't even know about us. They used to be suspicious but they've let it go. They think you're still with Chris." he says, getting frustrated.
"Okay. Okay, fine. If you want to tell people, then we can." I tell him gently. The smile returns and he nods.
"I'll call my agent. Haven't talked to him in a while." he says, grabbing his phone.
I stand up and walk out of the room, leaving him with some privacy. I walk into the kitchen and open the fridge to grab some orange juice. I fill a cup and put it back in the fridge.
The sun is beginning to set, casting an array of orange and red colors across the sky. Dark clouds loom over the houses toward the right of us and are slowly drifting our way.
"Ellen, I just got off the phone with my agent." Patrick yells from the living room.
"How'd it go?"
"He's happy for us. He said he can't wait to tell...I'm just gonna come in there so I don't have to shout." he says. I stare at the door, waiting for him to come in.
There was a gasp and then a loud crash.
"Crap."
I run into the living room and find Patrick on the floor. He struggles to pull himself up and I quickly reach down to help him. He leans against my side until he regains enough strength to stumble to the nearest wall.
"You alright?" I ask.
"Fine. Just bumped into the table there. Sorry I broke your lamp."
I look over and finally notice the broken glass on the floor. I look back over to Patrick and see a blood stain on his shirt.
"Hey, you're bleeding." I tell him.
"Yeah. It's a small cut on my hand." He holds up his bleeding hand and I grab it to get a closer look.
"I can clean it up. It isn't deep so you'll probably just need a bandage."
I help him into the kitchen and grab the first aid kit.
"So what did your agent say?" I ask as I clean his cut.
"Oh! He said that we can show up at the Golden Globes this weekend. You were invited weren't you?" he asks. I stop cleaning his hand and look up at him.
"Uh..yeah but I wasn't planning on going."
"Well now you are." he says happily. I smile, unable to be unaffected by his contagious mood.
"Fine. I'll have to call my stylist." I say, going back to cleaning his hand. I glance up at him and see him smiling widely at me.
"What?" I ask.
"We're going public. I've been waiting for this day for a long time, Ellen Pompeo." he says. I giggle and shake my head.
He cups my chin with his uninjured hand and pulls me into a kiss.
"I love you Ellen." he whispers.
"I love you too Patty." I whisper back.