Part of You

Chapter Sixteen

Dedicated to Zach12590 cuz he is awesometastical! :)

Ken's next action caught me off guard. He leaned in and kissed me. About five seconds later, I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up and saw the doctor standing there. I jumped up as Ken sat up and wiped the lip gloss off the corner of his mouth.

"I uh..." he started.

"It's alright," the doctor said, raising his hand. "You don't have to explain. Ready for your stitches Nikki?"

  I took a deep breath. "Yes." The doctor took the machines off and led me out of the room. Turns out, the stitches didn't hurt so much. I found Ken sleeping on the chair in the room when I got back. "Hey," I whispered, standing before him.

"Hey," he said quietly, opening his eyes. "How was it?"

"Not bad," I responded. "I'm hungry."

"Oh, I'll go get us some food."

"Thanks."

"No problem, hon," he said giving me a kiss on the cheek.

"Does this mean you're taking me back?"

"You know I can't live without you." Ken smiled and left to get food. I let out a sigh of relief as I sat down on the bed. I was so happy to have patched things up with Ken and Jay! Hopefully, things would just go back to how they used to be. Just then, my phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Hey honey, it's mom!"

"Hey mom."

"Nikki are you OK?!"

"Yes! I'm fine mom."

"OK, good...because I'm gonna kill you!"

"What?"

"You told us Ken didn't have the disorder!"

"I'm sorry mom...I couldn't be without him. I need him, and we're back together - this time, forever."

"Awh, that's great sweetie! I have to go, feel better hon! I'll be back as soon as possible. I'll see if I can leave earlier than the weekend."

"No mom, it's OK. Enjoy your trip! See yah!" Click. The next call I received was from my dad.

"Yellow?"

"Hey Nikki!" The voice was not of my father, it was Denise's.

"Denise, hi!"

"Hey Nikki. Your dad's at work, but your mom called and told me what happened. Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Oh, thank God!"

"Yeah...Denise?"

"Yes?" I could hear Maxine crying in the background. I smiled to myself.

"Thank you...Thanks for calling me."

"You're welcome...Feel better hon, I'll let your dad know what happened, and that you're OK. Say hi to Max for me!"

"Will do!"

"Bye."

"Bye."

         Just then, Ken walked in with food in his hands.

He raised the bag up and said, "who wants greasy fried food?"

"I do! I do!" I squealed like a five year old. Ken chuckled as he placed the bag next to me. "Aren't you gonna eat?" I asked as I stuffed my hand in the bag.

"Nikki I have to have a serious talk with you."

Uh  - oh, what's he gonna say? "S-sure." I placed my burger back in the bag and setting it aside. Ken took a seat on the bed, next to me.

"Nikki, I love you - a lot."

"I know..."

"Lemme finish. My life has been so much better with you in it! Nikki I'm being treated, and getting help - soon this whole disorder thing will be over, and...my mom wants to move...to France..."

"What? No!" I slammed my burger down.

"I know, I don't want to go...But my point is, Nikki, will you run away with me?"