Together or Apart

Chapter 15 - Mission Accomplished

C H A P T E R F I F T E E N : MISSION ACCOMPLISHED

Scarlett's POV

Maybe it was the longing of lips pressed against mine or maybe it was just a simple friendly kiss. Oh, but it wasn't friendly, nothing about the kiss was friendly. The way he closed his eyes and I did mine made it very romantic - something out of a fairytale ending. The way that we looked into each other's eyes for the longest time without saying anything was pain in itself.

I wanted to know what he was thinking, I wanted to get inside his brain and understand his emotions at the moment. Was he happy - happy that another girl had kissed him. Or was he sad - sad and angry that he had just cheated on Prissy. Except no one actually knew what was going on. It was't like they had PDA or showed any sign of affection even if it was a little gesture like holding hands, but then again I probably didn't try to look for their affection towards each other.

The guilt rose to my attention that I could have ruined his relationship with his new girlfriend. It made me feel so ashamed of what I had done, but Greg accepted the kiss. It wasn't like he didn't kiss me back. His tongue danced on mine as we closed our eyes and imagined what the other was thinking. But maybe he wasn't even thinking, and maybe I was overthinking. What if he had no idea what just happened and he was just trying to process it. What if he wasn't even thinking about Prissy and her feelings.

"Um, I uh got to go." He said as he walked slowly out of my hospital room.

Well, okay maybe he was thinking, a lot. And I sure was as well. It wasn't like I could run after him and ask what he was actually feeling. I couldn't unless someone lifted me out of this bed and into the damn wheelchair. And still by then I would have never caught up to him. He was probably already on the lower level, and hurrying to his car.

Greg never left me unattended, he was always there beside me and looking after me. Maybe I shouldn't have kissed him. But staring deep into his soul would have been even creepier. I looked to the side of me, where my phone lay. I wanted so desperately to call him up and ask what the hell was going on, but I didn't.

All day I thought of how he just abandoned me, he had stayed with me for a full month and weeks and he had never left my side. I was determined to get out of my wheelchair, I just had to. But how was I supposed to do that without someone to help me lift my legs, and how was someone to lift my legs, it's not like someone could replace Greg.

But the next day, Holden came. He explained to me that Greg was shocked, kind of overwhelemed. He said Greg loved the kiss, but just didn't expect it to happen, like ever. Holden said Greg went to catch up on his school work and that he (Holden) would help me with my wheelchair crisis.

So week after week, Holden would help me lift my leg. And day by day Greg would bring our assignments from Harvard. Harvard was very generous and was supportive of me trying to get out of the wheelchair.

Jack's POV

"Sleep here, huh?' asked the bartender who was smoking. Her name was Liza, she had tended to my needs when I cam in to get a drink, obviously she remembered me.

"Feels like it." I say to answer her question. And honestly I felt like I did. I was coming here day and night, just pouring out my feelings to people just because I was drunk.

"What's wrong?"

"My girlfriend, I don't even know if we're that any more." I said, throwing money at her for another drink. I had already had 3 bottles of beer, but hell why not a fourth. She gave me a fourth one without even trying to stop me, I guess that's how they make a lot of money.

"Did you cheat on her, or did she cheat on you."

"I don't know, she didn't tell her dumbass friends she had a boyfriend. But whatever fuck her anyway, I can fuck any girl I wanted, but I chose to fuck her. And fuck her I will." I lifted my middle finger up to the sky, the rest of the drunks following. Apparently its some sort of "tradition" at this bar.

She got out a cigarette and lit it, sticking it into her mouth. She was hot alright, but she wasn't inncoent like Scarlett. Scarlett just had an inncoent manner that made me melt inside. Her smart girl attitude and the way she'd just stare at you or so long. But it wasn't weird. In fact that's all I wanted. I wanted her to love me again, and not look at me in a traitorous way. But I wanted to love her again too. I wanted to love the Scarlett I had first fell in love with. The girl who was pacing outside my hotel room door in London because her roommate was unbearable.

"Damnnit" I say outloud.

"Are you thinking about her?" She asked , letting the smoke rise to the air.

"Yeah, I don't give a fuck about her though, she can go to hell."

How did I mess up, how did we mess up?

Scarlett's POV

"You're legs have improved immensely." Doctor Lorenzo said to me as soon as Holden left. I smiled nervously while he explained that he did think I would be able to walk again by Suzanne's wedding but he didn't want me walking entirely on my feet, only when absolutely necessary. So that's what happened, Holden and I worked hard to accomplish our goal.

Even if Dr. Lorenzo said I couldn't fully walk at the wedding, I was just glad that out of the month and a half I had been at the hospital I would be able to stretch my legs a bit. Greg stopped by to help Holdem. He dropped off our paper work and stayed to watch me "take my first steps" again.

I held on tightly to Holden and Greg and pushed myself out of the chair. Holding me by the wrists, they gripped me for when I would tilt to one side to another. I grabbed the railing a few times, but all in all, I could do it. Next they helped me walk up and down the stairs, I had a few falls, but nothing as severe as my car accident.

When I returned to my room Doctor Lorenzo had some good things to say.

"Scarlett, you're legs have improved fast, very fast. And I'm proud to say that you will be able to walk at the wedding. Just remember only walk when you absolutely need to. You don't want to wear you're legs back down. And gentlemen.", he said turning to the boys beside me, "I don't think she would have done what she did today without help from you all."

The room was filled with clapping hands and big smiles, and warm hugs that rained down on me. Once Dr. Lorenzo left the room, Holden did as well. Leaving me with only Greg. Only Greg Turner.

"Sorry about leaving you a few weeks ago, I was just shocked."

"It's fine. I understand. Anyway, are you still up for coming to the wedding with me?"