Together or Apart

Chapter 12 - Therapy

C H A P T E R T W E L V E : THERAPY

Scarlett's POV

You Are Cordially Invited
to Joyfully Celebrate
the Marriage of Both

Suzzane & Brent

On May Eighteenth Two
Thousand and Fourteen
At Four in the Evening

Rosewood Hills Club
Winchester, New York

Reception

Please Join Us

For Cocktails, Dinner, and Dancing
Immediately Following the Ceremony

Rosewood Hills Club

535 Harpeth Drive
Winchester, New York 82561

Please RSVP by: March 31st, 2014
Email: SuzannePritchett@yahoo.com
Cell Phone: 917-282-6196

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"What's that?" Asked a handsome looking Greg. He was sitting beside me while I was still laying down in the lift that the ambulance brought me over on. In my hand was a letter that he had brought me after driving back to Harvard and dropping Holden off. Holden couldn't stay with me because he said he had something to do with his exams. But I was lucky that Greg had given me the mail that was in my hands.

"Just an invitation." I said. Brent had proposed to Suzanne earlier this month, and they were already getting married 2 months after the proposal, usually people wait like 8 months or so.

"Mr. Turner. Will you let me speak to Scarlett?" the doctor interrupted our conversation, but that was fine because I wanted to ask him a question but honestly I was too nervous.

Greg left the room as I still lay in the stretcher.

"How are you feeling?" Doctor whatshisface asked, because I have no idea what his name is.

"Drowsy, tired, worried."

"Scarlett. I'm afraid you were in a major car crash that would have resulted in death if it weren't for the airbags that were in the car." Doctor whatshisface said to me. He wore glasses and had white hair, he reminded me of my grandpa.

I nodded my head and tried to get the glass of water that was beside me, but instead I dropped it, letting it crash to the floor. The glass shattered, water spilling out. I remained silent as the doctor called in someone else.

"What happened?" I heard Greg ask Doctor whatshisface.

"She's just going to need a lot of therapy to regain her muscle strength."

The door flew open with a heroic Greg standing in the way. He sat beside me again, and stroked my fingers.

"Doctor Lorenzo said you may need therapy." So Doctor Lorenzo was his name.

I lifted the paper that was still in my hands and showed it to Greg. "I have to get better in time." I said to him, he looked down at the paper and then walked away with it. I thought of how in a few weeks I could be back on my feet if I got training. Greg could keep helping me as well as the encouragement from Holden and my colleagues at Harvard.

Once he returned he was smiling and fully happy.

"I just called Suzanne, and told her you're going to her wedding and that you will be fine. Now if you want to be better, you will have to do therapy and until you can walk again, this little thing will be your friend."

The doctor rolled in a wheelchair. It looked horrible, not it itself but I imagined myself in it, and I looked horrible in it.

"No. I can't. I can't embarrass myself with that." I said. I know I seem selfish and like a bitch but I honestly didn't want to wheel myself around until I could walk again.

"Scarlett.." Greg looked at me sympathetically and came over to me and held my hand. "Please, for me?" He asked with a puppy dog face and a very convincing tone.

"Fine." I said. Greg helped me up into the chair, and they helped me get use to it. I kept getting my fingers stuck, and then once I got the hang of it, I couldn't stop myself, I didn't know how to brake or how to turn around.

It took a week for me to learn all of the works of the wheelchair, and late at night Greg and I would play some games. When everyone else was starting to leave we would do wheelchair races and he would make funny faces - making me laugh. He also pushed me around a lot. In that one week - we bonded.

Also in that one week we stayed in the hospital the whole time, I never went out to do anything. The doctor called Harvard for me and told them about my condition. Holden would come by and give me some of my assignments and then take what I had don't back to Harvard the next day. Holden and Greg were a big help - but mostly Greg was. He helped me with my therapy everyday.

When he wasn't helping me lift my leg, he was doing the routine with me. Now, I will admit it hurt like hell, but with Greg's funny faces and jokes I got through it. Honestly, I never knew I'd be in this place. I thought maybe if I was in a car accident one day, It would be Jack cheering me up, but he hadn't visited me once this week.

"Greg."

"Scarlett?"

"Would you know why.... why Jack hasn't come to see me?" I asked while we were doing the morning routine one morning.

"Honestly, I have no idea."

"Does he even know about..."

"I called him the night it happened." He answers, knowing what I was about to ask. He patted my leg, and then helped me back into my wheelchair. He wheeled me back to my room and he helped me back into it the stretcher.

"I'll let you think to yourself." He said leaving. He knew what to do and at the right time. Greg left the room, while I laid helplessly in the stretcher. Man, would I do anything to be on my feet again. I thought of what Greg had said, but I didn't understand why Jack wouldn't of come. Jack can't be that much of an ass to not see me, I'm in a fucking wheelchair now for crying out loud. Oh, how I wanted to run out of the hospital room and call up Jack and ask what his problem was.

A knock on the door was all it took for me to come out of my depressed mode. Greg walked back in and sat down in the chair bedside me.

Thinking about what Greg had told me, I asked Greg a question.

"Greg, I would like for you to accompany me to Suzanne and Brent's wedding."