New York- Where Dreams are Made

Chapter 62- Forgiveness?

Keep trucking along. Don't stop. Keep going.

Yea. I'm not buying it either.

Alexander comes with me to physical therapy.

He tries so hard to help me walk. He motivates me, he cheers, but I fall every time. He helps me back up.

"Come on. One more. You can do it."

I've been working on my positivity. So I let him help me up, and keep going.

Mitch hasn't come to see me. Nobody has except Anthony Alexander and Addie.

Heh. Triple A's.

I keep playing the moment it happened over and over in my head.

Every time scarier than the last.

I can't help but think.

"What would have happened if?..."

"How would this play out if?..."

The whole debacle was in the paper. It made Grace sound like an angel. I simply folded the paper and tossed it into the garbage can from my bed.

I yawn sleepily. Alexander brought me some coffee and the paper. I'll pay him back.

Somehow.

He had to leave though. I wish he would stay. I hate hospitals. Especially alone. They kinda suck.

Oh well. Such is life.

I lay my head down onto my pillow and drift into the first real sleep I've had since Katie died.

Good night Katie.

The monitor next to her starts to flip out. Gloved hands grab at me. They start to tear me away from Katie. I scream, and kick, and bite, and curse.

I let out a loud shriek. I didn't stop until I heard the all-too-familiar sound of a flatline.

I look up because I'm apparently on the floor now.

A strong but not gloved hand grabs my shoulder. I try to fight it but the loud beeping floods my entire existence.

I cover my ears and squeeze my eyes shut.

Buckets of tears fall down my face. Eventually the whole room is just slow movements and white noise.

My stomach drops and I'm temporarily blinded by the heavy tears in my eyes.

"Woah!"

I roll over the last bit of hospital bed left.

My face hits the ground first.

"Ah. Shhh-"

Nurses clamor around me.

"Nope I've got it please...please just...I'm fine."

Then I do something unexpected.

I stand.

Not fall.

Stand.

And walk.

I walk back to my bed and crawl back under the covers.

The nurses stand there, their mouths hanging open like doors with broken hinges.

My eyes open quickly.

OMG I just walked.

I am too exhausted to sit up and speak with the nurses, so I curl up and smile.

Tears of joy and horror flood my eyes and make a pool around my head on the cheap hospital pillow.

I know it probably isn't Katie, but something in my head and heart tells me Katie is watching me.

She's taking care of me.

I can't see her.

But she's there.

I can't wait to tell Alexander.