Let Me Put You In The Picture: Version 1

Chapter 197

           

The blood just poured out of me. I sat on the floor and felt it flowing. Down my legs and onto the white tile floor. I ruined a couple bath towels but I didn't know what else to do.

            I sobbed louder and louder with every cramp. Each one felt more intense than the previous one had. My whole pelvic area ached like someone was stabbing me with a seraded knife.

            "Jules?" Matt's quiet voice permeated through the closed bathroom door while he knocked.

            I just whimpered in reply.

            The door swung open and he came right in.

            "Oh my God!" He fell to his feet beside me.

            "I'm sorry!" I cried. "I'm so sorry!"

            "Shh!" He cooed wrapping his arms around me. "It's alright."

            We spent Boxing Day at Nic's old flat. That's where we'd been staying since we arrived in Melbourne with the exception of celebrating Christmas at Helen's.

            I was discharged from the hospital late afternoon on Christmas Day. Helen made dinner but we weren't up for visiting so she sent it with us to have at the flat.

            Gene sat in the arm chair in the living room scrolling through something on his phone while I lay down on the couch.

            Matt came in about a minute later with two cups of tea in his hands. "Here." He said handing me one. "Drink this."

            I sat up and took it from him. The cup was nice and warm – the perfect temperature to drink it. The tea itself was that milky tan color – the perfect shade for comfort.

            "Where's mine?" Gene asked raising his eyebrows while Matt took a sip from the other cup.

            "Get it yourself!" Matt told him. "Ya know where the kettle is."

            He tutted and then took off to the kitchen.

            I nursed my tea, drinking it slowly to make myself feel better. I rested my head on Matt's left thigh and he gently stroked the side of my forehead with his fingers.

            The Hobbit was on TV and no one fought to change the channel. Not even when they knew there was some cricket match on – a Boxing Day special.

            It was relaxing and quiet and just what I needed.

            And then the doorbell rang.

            We all looked at the front door but didn't move. We ended up not having to...whoever it was let themselves in.

            It was only one person.

            "What're you doin' here?" Matt asked looking at him.

            "Come for Christmas." He replied.

            "Christmas was yesterday." I pointed out. "You missed the bus. Not to mention ya broke your mother's heart."

            He furrowed his eyebrows at me curiously. "Sorry?"

            "You heard me." I looked back at the TV.

            "C'mon, Jules!" Gene piped up. "That's no way to talk to your God!"

            I scrunched my face in confusion. "What the heck are you talking about?"

            He shrugged. "Well, he looks like Jesus, don't he? With the beard and that."