Falling for the Good Boy *Editing*

Chapter 15

Blake and I stayed in my hospital room for so long that I lost track of time. The doctors came in to see if I needed rehab, but they came to the conclusion that I didn't. 

My ribcage healed while I was comatose, the doctors made sure the bandage was changed every day with fresh medicine and they checked on the stitches every day, but the scar left over was big and I couldn't bring myself to look at it after I saw it for the first time.

They kept me for a few more nights to make sure that everything was working properly but I was back home in no time. My friends were set on babysitting me, they even made a schedule so everyone knew who was watching me on which day.

Blake said that he would get my first day back home and no one argued with him. James asked for the day after, then Alice, Beth, and finally Alek.

On the day that I was discharged, a nurse pushed me in a wheelchair all the way to the front of the entrance of the hospital. I hadn't walked in four months and I was terrified of trying to stand up and completely falling on my face.

When we arrived at Blake's car, he insisted on driving me home, both the nurse and Blake helped me out of the wheelchair. Instantaneously, my knees wobbled and I reached out to clutch Blake's shoulder. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pretty much carried me to the door and set me on the passenger seat.

"What's the easiest way to build her strength?" Blake asked. After I woke up, some people came in to see if my muscles were working properly. They were working fine, even if they were pretty weak.

"Daily tasks. Like holding a plate or pulling a blanket over her shoulders," she replied kindly. It kind of drove me crazy that she was speaking to Blake even though he asked the question. I mean, I was right there and fully capable of caring for myself.

Blake absently nodded. "I can just call her doctor if I have any more questions, right?"

The nurse told him he could and then she turned around to get back to her job. Blake shut the passenger door and sped to the driver's side. As soon as he was able to reach for my hand, he did.

"After nearly four months, you still aren't tired of being by my side?" I joked.

Blake smiled at me. "At least I get to hear you talk now."

We hit every stop light but that was okay with me. When we finally reached my house, Blake made me wait in my seat until he could get around to the other side of the car and help me. We stumbled to the front door together, taking about two minutes when it usually took me less than one.

I hated being an invalid.

Blake set me down on the couch and as soon as I was comfortable, the scar on my ribcage started to ache. I winced in pain but after what I went through while in a coma I felt like I could deal with this dull ache for the rest of my life.

"What's wrong?" Blake moved to touch my cheek but I wasn't in the mood to be coddled so I swatted him away. 

"Just my chest."

He nodded to reassure himself that I was okay.

"Blake, I know you have at least one question, what do you wanna know?" I asked.

"Could you hear me-us? When we talked to you?" 

I nodded. "Yeah, and I could feel. I heard and felt everything going on around me. I heard you and Alek talking about me."

Blake flushed and I laughed lightly.

"I went over three months without that sound," he sighed, referring to my laugh.