Love And Redemption

~Help~

"David, can you hear me...oh Lord please help him." I heard a worrisome voice cry. As I opened my eyes I met green irises gazing upon me. She looked relieved and happy. "Are you okay?" she asked. "Vi- Victoria...hey." I managed to say. "Hey David...I thank God for waking you up, are you in any pain?" she asked...wondering why I was squirming in my sheets. "No." I lied. "How long have I been here?" I mumbled, ready to leave and surprised she was the only one to visit. "Two days, my church fasted and prayed for you." she said gleefully. "Thank you." I said sincerely. We sat there in awkward short silence, till I thought of something to say. "What did the doctor say?" I asked.

She flipped her long and natural hair. "He said you were going to be fine, but that you need plenty of rest, and you'll need someone to look after you while you gradually heal." she explained.Wow, just perfect. I get rammed into thick pieces of glasses and now have to have help with living....UGH. "Well, I don't have any  family here, and sure know that Kevin and John isn't going to do it." I said, talking aloud yet to myself. Her green emerald eyes...softened obviously showing compassion for my messed up back and lack of support. "Oh, well...if you want...I could help you, I mean just a little while for you to hurry up and get back on your feet." she offered generously.

That was so selfless of her...she was willing to help me...me? "Don't you have to wor-" "I can think of something, relax it's okay, you just get better." she said, fluffing my pillows. I had a feeling I was going to like this help. "Are you sure?" I asked, trying to be gallant. "Are you serious...you know Mr. Williams is going to have a fit when he notices you're gone and his floors look like smug, because he constantly wastes coffee on it, he's going to make sure you get better, and believe me he doesn't care if I'm helping." she laughed. I chuckled. "Yeah, he is a little obsessive about the floors." I said. Then a doctor walked in, he was Caucasian and looked to be 6'2 my height. "So, Mr. Jackson, I heard you ambushed into 2000 wine glasses...ouch!" he said, writing something down on a clipboard.

"Yeah." I replied. I had a major hangover lingering in my head from last night...it was thumping. "Your back has really had some major damage to  it, I suggest you take it easy, no bending whatsoever...that is why I informed your girlfriend that you'll need watchful  help." he stated, taking off his glasses. I smiled as Victoria cleared up the misunderstanding. "N- no I'm not his girlfriend...we're just co-workers, I just want to be helpful to him, especially since he has no one." she said, trying to sound believable. The doctor didn't seem to believe her. "Okay...just make sure he doesn't bend that much, you'll need help if you take a bath, so I recommend you take only showers." he informed us.

I sighed, upset, because when I wanted to relax I took baths, now I'll just have to stand up for a few weeks...talk about a stress reliever. "Do I get crutches?" I asked hopefully, not wanting to dare wheel around in a wheelchair...like I lost all the limbs of my lower body. "Yes you will, oh and you happened to hurt your head too, but luckily it's healing so get alot of rest, and eat healthy...you can go when you're ready." he said, handing me some Advil and walking out of the room. "Wow...well do you think you can drive home?" she asked teasingly. "Yes, I'm injured not crippled." I said. She laughed.

"Okay." she said. The doctor came back in with two gray crutches. "Here you go." the doctor said. I moved the covers off my legs that looked swollen. I jumped down, increasing the painful throb in my head. "Be careful." Victoria warned me. "We put your clothes in a bag." the doctor said, handing it to Victoria. I sighed. "Do you want us to get one of our nurses to help you?" the doctor asked. I thought about it. Get changed by a possible male nurse or...Victoria. "Umm, Victoria are you comfortable with helping me with it...and you don't have to worry with trying to put on my boxers I already have those on." I said. She rolled her eyes.

"Thank God." she said. She pulled my shirt down over my head. I put my pants on. "Place this ointment on his back every morning and night, it helps the healing." he instructed, handing her a clear bottle of what looked like Baby oil. "Wow, I feel like I'm going to be an Aid. " she said. "That's a problem?" I asked, offended. "No, I'm okay with it...just not used to it, though i don't mind helping other people...'do unto others as you would want them to do unto you'." she quoted. "Hey...can you help me please?" I asked her, ready to get out of this death trap. "Yeah, no problem." she said, helping me onto my crutches.

I truly could understand the Author N.L. Gassert when he quoted, "Under golden lashes the green was a brilliant halo around the dilated pupils. That wasn't fear, looking up at him. It was arousal."  "Gosh, your eyes are beautiful." I told her, not regretting each word I said to her. She blushed. "Thank you Mr. Jackson." she laughed. She opened the door for me as I was trying to get used to the crutches. "So, you hungry?" she asked. She was wearing a white shirt with black trim and white pants. "Yeah, I have some money in my car." I grunted. She held me up helpfully, directing me towards my car.

"Is it okay if I drive?" she asked, pulling the keys out of my hand. I scrunched my face. "No, I'll drive." I told her. She burst out laughing as if I told her a joke. "Look I know you don't want your freedom taken from you and I respect that, but I'm driving." she said. I didn't argue with her, because my legs were killing me. "Okay, do you need help in the car?" she asked, opening the driver's door. "Y- yeah...I need a little help." I admitted. She walked around to the passenger side and helped me into the car. After she closed my door she walked around and got in the car, then after that we took off to a diner.