Time Is All We Need

Chapter 21

Emily forced Alison to work during the day, after Emily got settled into her room, a room she absolutely admired. Well, admired as much as you can admire for a hospital room, that is. Her room was at the far end of the tenth floor. It was secluded, being the only room at the end of the hallway, and it was far away from most of the noises that could hinder Emily from getting a decent night's sleep.

It was actually a room that was normally reserved for celebrities, or those who were able to pay the high price tag that the prestigious room came with. Emily tried to get Alison to have her transferred to a different room, seeing that her current living situation would cost her family, and later on herself, a big damage to the pocket book. Emily intended on paying Alison's parents back every penny they had lent her, along with Alison. Her conscious would not be clear if she didn't, but with Alison and her parents being the way that they were, she probably wouldn't be able to relieve her conscious.

Alison worked mindlessly through the day. Emily was right though, it wouldn't entirely be wise to take a lot of vacation days this early on. A number of things could pop up, not even pertaining to her girlfriend being in the hospital, and then she wouldn't have any days to take off if those kind of situations did arise.

She wondered what was going on with Emily. Pam and Wayne had met Emily and herself in main lobby this morning. She wondered what the oncologist came up with for an exact treatment plan. One thing she did figure though, was that Emily was probably painting away. Emily was not leaving the house this morning if she wasn't allowed to bring her painting supplies. It's not like she had the heart to tell her no, even though she thought it was a good idea to keep her mind off things, especially with the mini breakdown Emily endured last night.

"Em, are you okay?" Alison was carrying half of a turkey sandwich down to the basement for Emily to eat while she painted, but she walked in to the talented brunette sitting against the wall, rocking herself as she cried.

Alison set down the plate on the little table before she slid down the wall to sit next to her upset girlfriend. She forced her arm around the back of the quivering woman so she could hold her tight, and pull her into her own chest. "What's the matter babe?" She tried again.

"I-I'm b-behind. And your parents are going to be mad because I will owe them so much. And you'll be mad because I owe you so much." She sucked in a breath and wiped the top of her nose. "I didn't get enough done. Your-your parents need a ton of paintings to auction off, and none of these are good enough." At this point Emily was close to hyperventilating, so Ali knew she had to snap Emily out of it.

"It's not too late to get married." She tried joking to shift the mood.

"No-no. No, I can't. It'll screw everything up." She scratched at her forehead before she spoke again. "You probably have everything planned out anyway."

"I do." Alison smiled and looked down at the top of Emily's head. Even though the brunette couldn't see her, since she was curled into Alison's chest, she still had that same freaky ability to read Alison. "I told you all about it while you were sleeping one night. Don't you have yours all planned out in that gigantic, genius head of yours?"

"What?" Emily asked, turning her body so she could face Alison.

"Your dream wedding. Do you have it planned out?" She asked again, letting her hand rest down on Emily's collarbone.

"No." Emily shrugged, the tears well gone now. "I never thought I'd get married. Well, not until we started dating anyways. I don't know what I'd want even."

"What? Every kid dreams about their wedding! Spencer and I have had ours planned out since we were eleven. Of course there's been some modifications along the way, but our plans are pretty much set in stone."