Intoxicating Love

Chapter 5: Prescriptions & Hospitals

I looked at him and the pain in his eyes looked unbearable, as if someone had ripped his heart out of his beating chest and threw it on the floor to break. He turned his glance away from me after a few seconds passed and looked down at the off burgundy floor, he slowly began to walk out of the room with his head hanging low. I became instantly saddened at the thought of him leaving. "Please don't leave Liam, I need you." "Paris, I wasn't leaving. Janie is here for your blood work" I looked behind Liam, there stood Janie with needles and gauze. "I was just going to give you privacy." I looked at him and pleaded. "No, I need you. I don't care what is happening, dad is not here and I cannot be alone." It seemed as his face began to soften and melt like a stick of butter as these words left my mouth. "Okay, I won't leave. I promise." Those were the first ensuring words that have ever left a man's mouth that I actually believed.
Janie walked in carrying gauze, medicine, needles, and a bunch of other items, that I could not tell you what it was if my life depended on it. She was smiling ear to ear like sticking me with a needle is going it be the best thing that has ever happen to me before sliced bread. Liam stepped to the corner of the room as Janie checked my iv and get my blood work. "Paris, I am pretty proud of you, and I just met you about 45 minutes ago."
I looked at her in confused, but deep down inside I felt a little spark of happiness flare up inside of me. "
What do you mean Janie?"
"Paris, you are so strong and brave. I can just tell this from the few times we have spoke today. You are a strong girl."
I could feel Liam looking at me and I just smiled. He was the one I wanted, he was the one I wanted to go to when I have bad days that I can hardly bare, and days that make me feel like I am on top of the world. I want every inch, every breathing part of him. He is the one I want, and my God I think he wants me. Janie left the room soon after she took the blood work to run some scans. Liam looked exhausted, like a truck had ran him over, literally. "Liam, you should go home. Get a few hours of rest, or at least shower. I will be fine I promise." I could tell by the way he looked in my eyes that he did not want to depart from me unless he absolutely had to, but then again he also knew he smelt and he had blood on his shirt from holding me when the accident occured. He finally gave in and headed home to clean up, he told me to give him three hours tops and he would be back, and now I am alone for the first time in forty-two hours and I am scared. I am scared to close my eyes as the last time I did, I thought I was dead. I am scared because who the hell knows where my dad is and even though I want to tell him to burn in hell; he is still my father, even though it pains me to process the thought of that. It has been forty-two, three minutes, and thirteen seconds since my darling father (Please catch my sarcasm in this once again) hit me with our little car. That car held so many wonderful memories; it was the car I road to my first dance recital in, pause. Mom was super into dancing, you'll understand later. Anyway it was the car we went to the park in when mom was still healthy, and it was the car that kept mom alive... It ran us to the pharmacy and 2 a.m. hospital visits, but it kept her alive... Now it is the reason I am alone, with no clue of where my father is, and non aware of what is going to happen to me..
I should probably tell you my condition. One. I am not dead, so that is a plus. The only plus really. My leg is completely shattered and by shattered I mean our little red car ripped off my leg, my right wrist is broken and I have a horrible concussion. I am just happy to alive, it could be worse, but I know it is about to be hell from here on out, and not just because my left leg is missing.
When I am the saddest I like to imagine myself in a different area. A different state, a different time zone, even a different planet. Today I am in a small coffee shop, no bigger than two tennis courts combined. I imagine myself drinking the hottest of tea. (I am from Maine, what do you expect me to drink? Sweet tea?) I imagine myself sitting in comfortable clothes, instead of this horrible hospital gown, I am writing this book looking out of the window on a beautiful Thursday morning, instead of laying in this fucking depressing hospital room thinking of these thoughts.
I soon begin to doze off as the thoughts of coffee and scones float through my mind. Soon after I have fallen asleep, Liam walks back into the room, I guess three hours have passed. You do not realize much of what is going on when you are stuck in an off grey colored room that looks like a box that you are trapped inside not being able to see the outside world, but honestly I am not sure I even want to see the outside world. Liam walks beside my bed. He is dressed in black ripped jeans, a pearl jam sweatshirt, and a pair of faded black vans. I look up at him and smile "Are you trying to dress like me?" I can see his face become hot and red as he begins to speak "No, no one can look as good as you." I knew he was just trying to flirt because I am in a hospital and I have not even looked at myself in three full days, but I took the compliment like a lady should. "Thank you." I cannot help, but to fall in love with him. He is everything I have ever wanted all rolled up into one human being.
He grabs a chair and pulls it up to my bedside and gently grabs my hand, I feel an instant shock of electricity as if all of his love was sent into my body, it was such a heavenly feeling. Have you ever laid on the floor and let a puppy climb on top of you and lick your face? It was kind of like that, but on steroids. He begins to speak, but he is soon interrupted by the sound of my phone ringing. It is Everlyn! Liam grabs my phone and hands it to me, I answer quickly, with delight I answer "Hello?"
"Paris! Hi! Are you okay? I heard what happened, what the hell!"
"I know, I know it is okay, I love you."
"I love you so much more, I am getting the next plane out of here and coming to you."
I sigh in relief of the thought of my best friend hugging me.
"Okay, see you soon."
Everlyn clicks off and I begin to cry.
Liam looks at me with the most sympathetic eyes as if I had just been ran over (Ironic isn't it?) "Paris what is wrong, what happened? I look at him and begin to laugh, I can tell this agitates him as the tone of his voice has suddenly changed "Paris, do you think this is funny? I almost lost you, damn."
I look at him and smile
"Liam, that was my best friend Everlyn she is coming into town, she moved away."
I see a sudden relief leave Liam's shoulders
"Okay, good. I just, I am sorry."
He hangs his head low in embarrassment as he has raised his voice at me.
"Who knew that three days can change your whole damn life."
It is currently 10:48 p.m. my father is nowhere to be found, my best friend is probably on a plane to our little shitty town, and I am falling harder in love with Liam. Janie told me I am suppose to start physical therapy tomorrow; something about "Getting motivated" How the fuck am I supposed to get motivated in this situation? I honestly just wish dad had killed me when he hit me with our car, because the pain I am feeling now, is worse than the pain I felt when our little red car collided with my body.

Hello my beautiful readers... Please keep holding on to Liam and Paris story' you have not seen anything yet my loves. 💕