Facing Death (FINISHED)

Chapter-14

Going home was like a dream. Although I had to be in a wheelchair most of the time, I was just glad to be in my bed. They finally came to a conclusion that the nerves in my legs were damaged, and that they should hopefully become restored with physical therapy. My parents said she's supposed to be here tomorrow around noon to start working with me. It might sound early, but I told the doctors to find me someone as soon as possible. They thought it was because I wanted to be able to start soon so I could get out of the first few days of school, but really I just wanted to be able to walk again and not feel helpless.

At the moment, I was in my room, laying next to Asher while he slept. He hadn't been getting any sleep lately because he was either at school or staying here with me. My dad met him the day I was admitted to the hospital, where they talked and kind of got an idea of each other outside my room. They said I was out for a day and a half, apparently I passed out from the pain. So while I was in bed hooked up to tuns of wires, they were having a father/boyfriend chat I the waiting room. I wasn't mad they weren't by my side, I just wish I could have been there to hear what all was said. Ash told me hits and pieces, but wouldn't tell me everything, so I eventually dropped it.

Jack and I were officially on good terms, but every once in a while there would be some tension. When everyone senses it, they take the safe route by not mentioning anything. After he apologized I realized how stupid I was being. It shouldn't have been him saying sorry, it should have been me. I was overreacting, but when I told him this, he waved it away and said nonsense. I wish he knew I never meant to be like this, someone who changes their lives because of a boy-a sweet, kind, cute, intelligent boy, but a boy none the less. But as soon as Asher Daniels walked into my life, I knew I'd never get rid of him.

Speak of the devil, I thought as he stirred in his sleep. He was laying on my thighs, his body curled up into a ball. His head facing my tummy, his breath tickling the small part that was showing when I scratched and my shirt rose up. I pulled it down the moment his eyes blinked open. I smiled down at him as he yawned and stretched, before smiling back at me. "Well, hello there Sleeping Beauty."

"Are you my prince?" He asked a groggy-sexy-morning voice. I chuckled, but stopped when he rose up fast, knocking into my head. I groaned and fell back, like it really hurt me. "Shit! I'm so sorry Babe, are you okay?!"

I just laid there, my eyes wide and my mouth barely open. I slowed my breathing, but almost chocked when his fingers started to move against my side. I'm not ticklish, well only in certain places, this just took me by surprise. I coughed a few times from being startled, then pouted. "Cheater."

"Did I hurt your legs?" He asked, ignoring my smile. "When I was sleeping on them-I'm so sorry-are you-"

"Babe!" I interrupt with a chuckle. "No, my legs are fine. I can't feel them remember?"

"I know but-"

"No buts! I'm completely fine. No pain."

"You prom-"

"I promise if I am in dying, excruciating pain, I'll give you a call. Or if your next to me, a tap on the shoulder." I smile. He grimaced at the pain part, but still nodded. He sat up beside me, took my hand, then kissed my knuckles. One by one, he kissed them gently, and each time his lips made contact with my skin, butterfly's would erupt in my stomach. He continued to my wrist, then up my arm. Slowly-agonizingly slow-he left hot kisses, until he reached my my shoulder, where we lightly grazed his teeth.

I sucked in a breath, in love with the feeling of his teeth and lips on me. Moving my head slightly to the side, he attacked my neck with the same pleasure. I held back as long as I could, but the moment his lips landed on a certain spot just under my neck-my collarbone-I couldn't hold it in any longer and moaned. I felt his lips smile against my skin, before he whispered, "Found it."