Mine

Chapter Forty Eight

We're driving home from the hospital and Dirk keeps staring out the window like its the end of the world. I have no idea how to fix this. All I can think of is random humor, but I'm not even sure if that's enough. I don't even know if he'll be able to keep up with it either. Dirk lets out a sigh and in desperation I decide random humor will do the trick.

"So Dirk I've been thinking."

"Oh?"

"I think we should get a divorce." Dirk snorts.

"We're not even married, and your attempted humor is not that funny." Now it's my turn to sigh. "But, it is appreciated." I smile and Dirk glances at me. "Where were you even going to take that?"

"I don't know. Something about using your money, from our divorce, to buy a fancy place out in Cali."

"Did you just say Cali?"

"I might of."

"Go home."

"Well I will as soon as you take me there." I watch as Dirk's smile slowly disappears. I smack his shoulder and he glares at me.

"What the hell was the for?"

"You know."

"No I don't."

"Aw ain't that a shame." Dirk rolls his eyes at me and pulls into his parking spot. I hadn't realized we were so close to home. "Wanna carry me?"

"What's up with the accent, you don't talk like that."

"I do sometimes. You like only rarely get a southern accent though. It means your upset."

"It wasn't southern."

"Well it was different. You're always proper. Ok no that's a lie. But I mean it was different. It was something in your tone. There's nothing weird about my tone. I'm always making you guess how I'm going to sound."

"You about done?"

"I guess."

"Great, now lets go back to sleep." I burst out laughing and Dirk raises his eyebrows at me. He's looking at me like I'm crazy. "What?"

"That's something I would say."

"Yeah, it is. But seriously come on. I'm exhausted."

"Fine." I go to step out of his car, but when I put weight on my busted leg I gasp in pain.

"You ok?"

"Nope."

"Shit your due for another dose."

"You make it sound like I'm a druggie." Dirk hurries around to my side of car and quickly sweeps me up into his arms. The sudden movement is disorienting and I clutch to his shirt. Dirk shuts the door with his foot and heads toward the stairs. "I thought the elevator works."

"Sometimes. It's been better recently, but do you really want to chance it?"

"No, I guess not. I'm not too heavy for you?"

"Pttf, as if." I snuggle my head into Dirk's chest as he carries me up the stairs.

"Can you not give me so much of what ever it is your giving me?"

"Why?"

"So when I have to come off of it it isn't so hard."

"It's not addictive."

"Painful. I meant painful." Dirk doesn't respond.

"I don't want you to be in pain now. If I lower your dose every breath you take is going to be painful, and that's not even taking into account how much your leg is going to be bothering you."