To see him, is to love him ...

Kenny

     Looking at Kenny's sleeping face does give a tiny sense of relief after the night we just had. But the downside of that too is that now I feel all the emotions that were clouded by the adrenaline going through my system. My brain just keeps playing all the nights events over and over in my head. I  push the hot and heavy bit out of my mind because I don't want to rethink Grant's last words to me again. So I keep my thoughts around what certain things I did in the process of resuscitating Kenny. Making sure in my head that I did everything that I could. I have some CPR training and BLS, from taking early college in high school. But I'm so afraid that I might have done something wrong. The EMTs from last night assured me that I did a great job and that I got lucky and so did he. They wanted to keep him for observation overnight because of the risk of water still being in his lungs and causing more damage to his tissue and the risk of getting pneumonia. His O2 numbers are down just a touch, but they think that it will be safe to come late tonight.

    All I can do now is wait for Kenny to wake up. They gave him a light sedative for him to sleep off the night events and promote healing. He also got very agitated when the doctors refused to let him see me because they were still evaluating him. Kenny always gets a bit overwhelmed by the hospital thing, you would think that after all the times he's had to come to them he would be champ. But his mother or I have to force him because he is the kind of dude to fix something with some duck tape and some dirt. I wasn't even giving him a chance to get put off this trip. This was almost as bad as when he cracked his head open colliding with another dirt biker in the trails in our hills. He really is so reckless, it might be a guy thing but I don't worry about all guys like I do Kenny.

A little backlog on Kenny and I's relationship. We met a few months out of high school. Our paths crossed quite a bit but we never paid much attention. Till a friend of mine introduced me to him through the school's sports activities during summer. I had always been into football, my school wasn't the best team out there but you could tell that they gave their all at every game. Anyways, Kenny was a year or two out of high school and was the assistant coach for the JV team. I had somehow missed him all this time though. My friend Beck was pretty close to him through her brother. He had played with Kenny in football while they were in school. I originally was attracted to Kenny though because of his ass. For being a white guy he really had some booty to him, and the way that he squats to watch the game makes it even better. I can honestly say that was the first thing I noticed about him. But I soon came to learn that he is a big joker and that he is pretty competitive. He is a sore loser. But he has a big heart that I've never seen in a guy before, not even with Grant.

Kenny is starting to open his eyes now. He sounds a bit groggy. But I can't blame him he really went through some shit last night.

" They finally let you back to see me? Why the long face Nin?" He said smiling till he noticed my face.

" Yeah, they let me back after they were done running all their tests, and making sure that there weren't any more injuries than what wasn't reported," I said soberly.

" But Nina why do you look so sad? I didn't die, thanks to you," he says as he reaches for my hand that is in my lap. I'm sitting close enough to the bed that he could reach me.

" Well, let's see ... I pretty much brought you back from the dead ..... I am slightly hung over from just about everything last night. And I can't help but think of what would of happen if I lost you." I can't look at him while I say this because it both makes me sad and angry.

"Okay, Okay I admit that that last night was not my finest hour, I know that I really should have thought my actions through but they seemed okay last night. I'm sorry that I'm causing stress on you. You did an amazing job as always. Honey, I'm not that easy to get rid of." He says and then kisses my hand. I want to cry because he really did scare me. But instead I say;