Remarkable Misfortunes

Chapter Eighteen

Sawyers POV

I stared back at her. My body just completely frozen and my breath caught in my throat. Scarlett was looking at me with a small smile. My mind was trying to process what was happening that I was just dreaming. Yeah, that's probably it. I need someone to pinch me - I pinched my arm and it hurt. I'm totally awake. When reality hit me that this wasn't a dream I rushed out of my seat and to the side of her bed.

"Hi."

"Hi," she said back. Her voice was hoarse.

"Do you need some water? I can call the nurse," I asked as I grabbed the nurses button. She put her hand on mine and shook her head.

"I don't want to deal with the nurses or my parents just yet. Give me a few minutes, please." Her eyes were pleading and I obliged.

"How are you feeling? Wow that was a stupid question. You don't have to answer that." I felt dumb for asking her something like that. She's been in a coma for a few months. How else is she suppose to feel? Happy? Enthusiastic?

"Tired. Ironic right?" She smiled and laughed a little. The laugh started to cause her to cough. That's when I had to go against her wishes and I pressed the button. Moments later her nurse Jackie came in looking at me and then her eyes roamed to where Scarlett laid. Her eyes went wide when she saw that she was awake and called the doctors in. I asked Jackie to bring a glass of water so Scarlett wasn't so dehydrated and could talk. She nodded as Doctor Hanson walked in. He causally asked Scarlett questions and nodded or said hmm at the appropriate times. Him and a couple nurses checked Scarletts vitals, her temperature, her vision, and did some other tests, and when he saw that she was good enough to handle some more guests he finally notified her parents. I gave her a quick peck on the forehead and excused myself out. As much as I wanted to be there, I knew her parents needed to be there more.

                                    

"What are your plans for Spring Break?" She asked laying opposite of me, curiosity laced in her voice.

"Some of us decided to rent a beach house in the Hamptons for the weekend." Hmm was all she said. "Why do you ask?" I shifted my body up to look at her and used my elbows behind me to support my weight.

She did the same and looked at me with a small smile. "Because I want to go."

"No."

"No?" She repeated, now with a scowl.

"No. That's final."

"But why?"

"Because Scar," I used one hand to pinch the bridge of my nose, "you just got back from the hospital not even two weeks ago, you were in an accident 3 months ago. Do you really think your parents are going to let you go with your wild friends to a beach house for the weekend? They're not stupid, they know what teens do for spring break. They were our ages at one point." That wasn't the real excuse, ever since she came home, I treated her like she was fragile, and I know that's wrong of me. Because I know she isn't. But the thought of her getting hurt again, hurt me. I couldn't bare seeing her in that state the first time, I sure as hell wouldn't be able to bare it a second time. I looked at her sternly wanting her to know that I was serious about saying no.

She rolled her eyes, but she knew I was right. "I know, I know. But when did you become Mr. Dad man?" She huffed. "You use to be the wild and fun one."

"I will talk to your parents and see what I can do. But," I said holding up a finger, "no promises, okay?"

"Okay, okay!" She said, her smile growing bigger. She turned her body around and scooted closer to me, now resting her arms and head on my chest and looked up at me. "You know, you're actually a lot nicer than you let people see." I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her tightly, never wanting to let go.