Hamm

Stuck here

"So I'm stuck here?" I asked the doctor probably not as politely as I should have.

"You're not allowed to fly until your symptoms have decreased, yes" he repeated and I looked over at Jon.

"Sounds sensible to me." Jon smiled at the doctor. "It'll be fine. We'll sort something" he tried to comfort me.

"I'll sort your discharge paperwork and arrange an appointment for the end of next week to check up and see how you're getting on" the doctor left and I sulked.

"Fucking perfect!" I was pissed off at myself more than anything. They'd said the main reason I'd fainted was due to the fact I'd not been eating much so I was blaming myself for the whole thing.

"Oh come on" Jon pulled me in for a hug on the side of the bed. "You can enjoy a week or two at home with no commitments, and then fly back when you're well! Press will go on without you. There's like two things left to do right? I'm sure you'll be able to phone shit in" he started.

"Yeah. I'm just annoyed"

"I know. Well, you can start eating properly, I'm sure they'll be able to let you know what exactly you can do to get better quicker" the crack to my head had left me with a tiny bleed on my brain and a heavy concussion. Due to the pressurised cabin on a flight, they didn't want me flying long haul just yet. I'd negotiate that I'd would t fly straight back to LA so I just had to be well enough for a 7hr trip to NY.

We got back to the hotel late morning and Jon packed up his things. "You gonna be ok?" He looked tired but concerned as I sopped about on the bed.

"Yeah" I lied.

"I don't have to go" he paused the packing kneeling full well it was an empty gesture.

"Yes you do. Honestly, I'll be fine. I'm going to rest, and see a few friends and then like you said I'll be back before we know it. Right?" I was a little sarcastic and very grumpy. My head still hurt and really all I wanted to do was snuggle up with Jon and sleep for days.

"Awh come on Darlin' don't get like that. I'm offering to stay" he sat on the edge of the bed and smoothed back my hair and I took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry. You have to go. I'm just tired and grumpy" I sat up and leant my head on his shoulder and he wrapped an arm around me.

"It'll be a few days then press is over and we can have some holiday fun together. Then moving day" he smiled down. I'd almost forgot about that.

"Maybe I'll pack up some London things when I'm feeling better" I suggested.

"Don't do too much, but that sounds like a bit of a plan. Right. I'm gonna be late" he checked his watch and carried on packing his bag.

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He text me once he'd got to the airport. We'd said  quick goodbyes. I didn't want to make a big thing and I certainly didn't want to cry any more. Once I knew he was on the flight, I decided the best thing to do was sleep. Maybe I could sleep through the week and before I knew it I'd be in New York and feeling better. I closed my eyes for what seemed like a second before a knocking at my door woke me again.

I groggily peered through the peep hole to see Amy holding a bag of takeout food and a bottle of coke. "Open up, I'm supposed to check you're alive" she smiled and made me grin too. "How you doing?" She marched in and sat on the bed setting out the goodies she'd brought with her. I checked my phone, two messages and a missed call from Jon, it was early evening, I'd slept the whole of his flight.

Hamm - landed safe I'll ring when I'm back at the apartment. X

Hamm - you missed call from this number

Hamm - I'm back. Slept on the plane and don't actually feel that bad! Are you alive? Let me know when you've got this. Miss you already xxx

I text him to let him know he didn't need to worry and sat down with Amy. After some food and a good chat to plan the rest of the week I was feeling better. Amy had organised a few meetings with people whilst I was stuck this side of the pond. We discussed adding some things to my social media about being ok and maybe drop a few more Jon hints if I wanted. The response to everything at the moment was very positive, according to Amy. I couldn't give a shit what other people thought, I just like to give them enough fodder to leave us alone outside of work.

By the end of the second week I was bored. I'd seen family, met friends, packed some stuff and felt better. I was lonely, bored and missed Jon, but I had no headache and I was eating better. I definitely felt like me. I met up with a few friends for a jog on the Thursday before my appointment. The doctor had given me the all clear for light exercise when I felt up to it and a stomp around the park with company was just what I needed.