Mine

Chapter Forty One

Before I leave the hospital I learn the full extent of my injuries. I'm going to need dialysis, and I shouldn't be walking a lot. Apparently your not suppose to move broken bones and since breathing moves my ribs maybe I shouldn't breath either. I'm so pissed off with everyone telling me how careful I have to be and how my life is going to be so changed since my freaking kidneys don't work. I hope Dirk was paying enough attention because I know I wasn't.

When Dirk finally drives me home the ride is silent. I don't have much to say, and neither does Dirk I guess. Once we're past the threshold of the apartment I breath out a sigh of relief. As soon as the door shuts Dirk starts apologizing again. "I'm so sorry. This is all my fault."

"Yeah what ever."

"Stop being so chill about this!"

"Nah." I plop onto the couch as Dirk eyes me wearily. Seriously it's annoying. Why can't I just be allowed to get over things fast? It's sort of in my nature. Ok wait, no it isn't. Sometimes it is though.

"So how was you California time?"

"Good."

"Give me some details."

"Um..."

"You know you want to." Dirk gently picks up my legs and sits under them. "Elevation is good for your broken one. Helps relieve pain."

"Okay." Dirk glances at me, but I focus on the TV that I just managed to turn on.

"So?"

"So what?"

"Are you going to tell me about you're adventure in movie making?"

"I guess I could."

"Well I'm waiting."

"Well Andrew, the director, only brings in the best for his movies. So everyone was really nice. It kinda felt like a big family. Everyone went out places on the weekend together and it was nice. Sometimes I went too. There was also this really nice woman that worked with kid actors. Her name is Terezi. She likes me."

"It's kind of hard not to like you." Dirk doesn't sound jealous, and I'm not sure if I really want him to or not.

"She tried to kiss me when we were broken up." Dirk flinches. "This time
I kinda knew what to do."

"I get it, I'm horrible. I slept with Jake when you resisted a kiss."

"I wasn't trying to make you feel that way. I wanted you to be jealous." Dirk snickers.

"Of course you did." I make grabby hands at Dirk and he quirks an eyebrow.

"Come here."

"Why?"

"I want love." Dirk smiles and puts the futon down before curling up behind me. He wraps his arm around my middle and locks our fingers together. I lean back into him and he kisses my neck.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"We find out tomorrow about your kidney."

"Cool, but you know what?"

"What?" Dirk asks tiredly. It's like he can sense I'm about to say something stupid.

"I kinda like not having to get up and piss." Dirk slaps the back of my head and I burst out laughing.

"Dave that's terrible." I shrug. I wanted to take his guilty mind off of what happened. I believe I have succeeded. He doesn't need to worry about me, and he definitely doesn't need to think it was his fault. I don't think he's ever going to do both though. It's too unlike him to not worry or stress.