Made With Love ✔

Chapter 23: Fighting Through the Tears

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Vanessa's POV:
         I stood there, my brain trying to process this. She smiled from his bedside as he smiled at her, completely oblivious to the fact that I was standing right beside him.

       I walked over to the chair, where my purse was and looked up at him, hoping he would remember who I am. A look of confusion passed over his marred, but still handsome features. 

        "Babe, is she the nurse?" He asked, cocking his head to one side.
      I closed my eyes and pressed my lips together. I picked up my purse and exited the room, knowing if I stood there any longer, I would burst into tears or slap Arabella. Possibly both.

         I stopped by his doctor's office and the question burning in my throat asked,

        "Will he ever be back to normal?"
 
         "Sorry to tell you this, but nothing except his own brain will allow him to return back to normal. None of us can do anything except hope and wait. If we try to make him think too hard, he will risk losing the sliver of hope that is left." He answered, making me want to slap him. 

     I promise I'm not usually a violent person, it's just that I want my Lance-a-lot back. I drive to Chase's office at the police station where they know to let me in. He's sitting at his desk, thumbing thru photos of me. The battered me. He looked up and hurriedly closes the file, shoving it out of my sight. 

      "What's wrong?" He asks, wrapping me up in his muscular arms, my tears soaking his navy shirt. I'm sobbing now, my breaths uneven, my eyes burning. I'm trying so hard not to get snot on his shirt, but my emotions don't let me process anything else. 

          He picks me up and sits me down on the couch as I continued sobbing, letting my pent up emotions bubble up and out. After what seemed like an eternity, my sobs quiet and he hold up a water bottle to me. I gratefully accept it, not realizing until then how much water I've lost crying. I'm pretty sure I looked like a wreck, but it wasn't like I had someone to look good for. 

    And with that thought, Brooklyn walked in, a shopping bag clutched in her hand. 

       "Thank you, honey. I'll take it from here. Call me when you get off from here." was the only thing my best friend said as she took my hand and led me out to her car. 

      "Where are we going?" I asked, my voice raspy. Welp, there goes my choir rehearsal for the week. I hope Mr. Peabody understands. 

   "My apartment." And with that, she turned on the radio and we drove to her apartment.  When we got inside, she sat me down on the couch and asked what happened.

       I recounted the day and noticed that I had ran out of years. Brooklyn's face changed from sad to angry to sympathy. And like the person I know her to be, to determination.

      "You are going to clean yourself up and fight for the man you love. And don't even lie to me. I have you memorized like the Constitution!"

I cracked a smile at that. She always knew how to make me smile when I wasn't.

     I got up and grabbed my belongings, ready to fight for the man I like....a lot.

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