His Girl.

Chapter 20

"When do you think he's going to wake up?" Ryan asks the nurse from the side of Dad's bed.  He's finally started to show improvements after two weeks of being in a coma.  His stats are starting to go up and we're finally able to take him off oxygen.

"He should be awake in about two weeks, but we're not really sure.  He was severely wounded when he was shot.  Be glad that he's going to pull through at all.  I've seen men of his age die from bullets much less severe." The nurse says checking all of his stuff again.

"I don't understand what's taking so long, he's never been down for this long." Fiona says with a sigh.  I don't understand either, all it reminds me off is Mom and that's not what I want to be reminded of.  I want Mom back.  Mom was amazing sweet and caring, and so is dad.  I've been saying was recently and it kills me every time I do.  I have to remind myself that he's not dead, and that he's sitting right here in front of me alive.

"These things take a very long time to heal.  My brother got shot about seven months ago and he still has to do a lot of shit for that.  It takes a long time we've just got to be patient and stand by our men when they're down." Ry says taking my hand.  Bless Ryan's heart he hasn't gone home yet, he just sits here through the painstaking boredom and fear with the rest of us.  He didn't even know the man and he still sits here like it's his own Dad.

"Frey, you've left the hospital like twice.  You smell like shit and I think even the patient man next to you is getting bored of being here.  I think all of us need a meal that didn't come from the mouth of a clown, why don't you take Ry around Syracuse and get some stuff to make a dinner from.  We could eat it here at the hospital but why don't you do something with your boyfriend." Josie says.

"Seriously even I'm agreeing with Josie on this.  You haven't left the hospital and you haven't gotten a good night of sleep.  If anything go home take a shower and a nap.  We'll stay here with Dad and trust us if anything changes we'll text you right away." Fiona says.  I sigh realizing I haven't been fair to Ryan.  He's been been sitting next to me the entire time, I've been sleeping on him and I've never done anything for him. 

A wave of guilt hits me like a ton of bricks.  The man sitting next to me is the most wonderful person I've met.  I'm so in love with him, and I haven't been doing anything for him.  He's broken physically and he's been sitting next to me without a complaint when he should be home in Minnesota resting and healing.

"Come on Ryan." I say getting up.  I might hate to admit it but sometimes they're right.  "I owe you quite a few date nights, and you my friend need to take a good nap.  Sleeping in hospitals only does so much for you."

"We don't have to leave if you don't want to, I don't mind." He says getting up and grabbing my hips.  "I know you're scared, so if you want to stay here and not leave him I don't care.  We'll have a lifetime for you to show me around Syracuse."

"I know.  But you're broken you need to rest, have you even been icing your foot here?!" I ask.

"No.  I'm not the concern, you don't need to worry about me." Ryan says.  He's been saying that same thing ever since we got here. 

"You're still my concern Ryan." I respond, I don't feel like arguing with him on this.  I think he can sense it too.  

"You don't have to be concerned about me, I'll be fine it's just a fracture." Ryan says opening his arms to me.  I walk into them without even thinking about it, I breathe in his scent.  He's so concerned about everyone but him, he's selfless.  He's everything I'm not. 

"You're the best Ry.  I know I haven't been the best lately and I'm sorry about that.  I love you so much and I wish we could be at your home in Minnesota."