My own Prince Charming

Chapter 4

When we reached the showers Mike dropped my bag on to the floor, while I hovered around the door. He rummaged through my bag. Grabbing my shampoo and conditioner. My pink towel was on the floor along with my hairbrush. He stood up again and smiled over at me.

"Don't be shy sweetie, I have seen it all before." He winked at me and I blushed, my cheeks turning tomato coloured.

"I am not shy, I am feeling a little self conscious, you have seen my body  and I don't know what it looks like anymore. Plus the accident may have changed it a little." My cheeks burned even more at this realisation.

He looked away from me as he released that this was quite far forward for our new and awkward relationship. Before I could say anything else Michael spoke his voice shaking.

"I promised you an hour ago that I would only look at your eyes and hair. I love you, and I wont do anything that you are not ready for, but I promise you that I will stand by your side every step of the way, I love you before the accident and to be honest I am falling for this you as well, so there is no reason to worry because I want to take this slowly, okay?" His voice shaking and his eyes watering.

I nodded too emotional to speak. I took my socks off and my hospital gown and Mike kept his eyes locked with mine. I hobbled over to him so he could wrap my arm in the carrier bag that the nurse gave us. It felt so strange not having full control over my wrist and arm. I then walked over to the shower cubicle sitting on the waterproof seat. Mike grabbed the shampoo and conditioner and began to massage the shampoo into my hair. I closed my eyes so that I would relax more, as I relaxed my brain decided to wonder through my memories to see if I could remember anything new.

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"I threw a wish in the well

Don't ask me i'll never tell

I looked at you as it fell

And now your in my way"

"UGH, that is the most annoying song ever!" I shouted at my best friend Melanie. She laughed at my disgusted face. I can't blame her, the song had been playing non-stop for what felt like five weeks. I was beginning to go stir crazy. 

"It wouldn't surprise me if you ended up loving that song eventually." She again laughed at my face.

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"Abs! Sweetie" A voice pleaded with me, sobbing.

I didn't want to hear that voice cry or smile and laugh. I tried to open my eyes for him but they were so heavy and droopy.

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I opened my eyes to see Mike with his head on my bed, his face next to my waist. His shoulders shaking as he slept. I didn't want to see him like this it hurts me so much.

"Mike?" I said gently rubbing his shoulder with my hand. He jerked up, his eyes wide and alert.

"Abs? Sweetie are you okay?" I nodded slowly. "Do you need a doctor?" I shook my head.

"Mike Shh a minute." When he did I spoke " I had a memory, Not of us though, but of Melanie making fun of the song "Call me maybe" I smiled as his face burst into a smile.

"You- You have a memory? This is great sweetie this means we are getting there slowly but surely."  I smiled and blushed when I noticed he said "We" I loved how he always said we instead of I or you it was adorable. I smiled at him and lent back into my bed.

"Are you sure you don't want a doctor, you look a little pale Abs?" He looked so concerned. 

"Maybe we should just in case, I do feel a little dizzy." His eyes widened and he ran out of the door.

I laughed at his reaction and then stopped as it was hurting my head too much. Not even five minutes later Michael and Rosie the nurse came through the door. Mike rushed back to my side and grabbed hold of my hand. Rosie smiled at this and began to check my heart monitor and my IV. Then she started with the questions.

"What is sore?"  "Where on your head?" "Can you walk in a straight line for me?"

At this last one I stood up and began to walk towards the door. As I was walking I felt myself get really dizzy and I could feel myself fall.

"Mike, catch me!" I shouted just before I fell.

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My eyes flickered open and I saw Mike crying into his hands, The sight felt like it could kill me. I hated this him crying because of me. I began to hear him mumble as he cried "Abs I am so sorry, So sorry" Over and over again. I began to silently cry as he began to sob and shake violently. He was so in love with me that he was going to make himself ill. He looked up at me, his eyes red and puffy, they widened as he realised that I had seen him. The tears still falling down both our faces made it harder for either of us to speak. I opened my mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words for him. He seemed to have the same problem as me. So we just started back into each others red eyes.

Around thirty minutes later Michael spoke. 

"I-I'm sorry you have to see me like this, I just need you to stop knocking yourself out, because honestly it is really annoying and really depressing. I just need us to be okay, need you to be okay." he said quietly.

"I-I need the same thing but I really need out of this darn hospital bed, I mean my back is killing me." I complained trying to break this deep, emotional moment that was beginning to turn too intense for my liking.

He smiled at me quickly before laughing his head off at my comment about the hospital bed. I was transfixed by his laugh it was so magical and musical, I loved it, it was purely him. I started to laugh as well because it was so contagious.

"Okay can we stop laughing at my expense please?" I said sarcastically. He laughed again at my face.

"Sure, you can come home tomorrow anyway, even I am getting sick of this darn hospital." I smiled hugely at his comment. I could leave this place and go home, to a soft bed, with big fluffy pillows. I sighed at that thought. Michael looked into my eyes and sighed sadly. I could see it in his eyes, he was needing me to remember. I was going to remember for him. I silently promised him.