Till There Was You (George Harrison Story)

Chapter 68

Back To Brielle's POV

It's been almost 2 weeks now in the hospital, and George was taking good care of me. I've never been so close to being dead, and it scared me, but I'm just thankful to God that I'm still alive after that.

"Ahh Good Morning, Mrs. Harrison! Today is a good day! I'm discharging you! You are going home!" The doctor said with a huge smile on his face, and I sat up in the bed. "Let's go home, shall we?" I slowly got out of bed, and George helped me to the bathroom. The physical therapy I had been doing was gruesome, but it was working.

Ringo had brought some clothes over for me, which I appreciated him for, and I changed my clothes with George's help. He still had his leg cast on, but he wouldn't be wearing it for long. And I would have to be in a wheelchair until my physical therapy was complete and I would be able to walk after that, probably not the same as before, but walking.

Once I got dressed, George helped me get into my wheelchair. I hated it. I felt so restricted. Before I had the wheelchair, I didn't think it would bother me much, but it did. And now I wanted out. As George talked to the doctor, I tried my best to stand up, which wasn't the best idea. I know. I stood and took a couple of steps before my legs gave in and I fell.

"Brielle! Are ye alright?" George asked as him and the doctor helped me back into the wheelchair, and I quickly became overwhelmed with emotions, and I began to cry. A lot louder than I thought I would, too. George's face expressed worry and sadness as he watched me cry. "I want my legs back! I want them back!" I cried, and George hugged me tightly. "I know, love. I know. I wish I could give 'em back to ye, but I can't." I sobbed into his shirt as he rubbed my back softly to calm me down.

Once I took a deep breath and calmed down, the doctor discharged me and George "wheeled" me out of the hospital and we met Ringo who picked us up. "Hey Brielle! George! I'm glad ye both are alright." He helped us to the car and took us home.

"Hello!" Barbara greeted us at the door with Zuri in her arms, who quickly reached out for George. Seeing her again made me happy. Her smiling face after seeing us return enlightened me a bit.

"Baba!" She said as she reached for George, but he couldn't take her from Barbara because of his crutches. We headed into the main room, where George sat down and Barbara placed Zuri on his lap. "Baba!" She said happily, and George returned the feeling and kissed her forehead. "Baba missed you, Zo." As George caught up with Zuri, Ringo helped me up the stairs and to the bedroom.

"Thanks, Ritch." I said to him as he left the room and joined George and Zuri. I rolled myself into my closet and changed into my night clothes, before rolling my wheelchair to the bed and struggling to, but accomplishing, getting into bed.

"Brielle?" George said as he peeked his head from behind the door before walking in with Zo in his arms, and Cleo behind him. "How are ye feeling?" He said, rubbing my arm and letting Zuri crawl on to the bed. "I'm okay." I quickly moved my arm from his touch and rubbed it myself. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Brielle, I know ye too well. Talk to me."

"George, I said I'm fine."

"Are ye-"

"GEORGE! I SAID I'M FINE!" I yelled, which not only scared George, but it made Zuri and Cleo jump as well. He looked at me with wide eyes and moved back a bit to give me space. I wasn't mad at him, it just occurred to me that I'd never be the same again. And I know it wasn't George's fault, but I was just so angry. Angry at life. Nature. Everything really. And George just so happened to be the person I'm married to, so sadly he got the receiving end of my anger.

"Sorry. I'm going to sleep." I said, laying back down in the bed and turning my back towards the three of them. "Let's go play, then it's bedtime for ye." He turned his attention to Zuri and picked her up and Cleo followed them out of the room and he turned off the light before closing the door behind him.

After a while of staring at the wall drowning in my mental pain, I realized that it was late and George didn't return to bed. "George?" I called out as loudly as I could, but I heard nothing. So I managed to get out of bed and into the wheelchair before exiting the room and checking the guest room that had a light on.

"Geo-" I stopped when I saw George sleeping on the bed in there. I didn't mean to push him away, and seeing him like that hurt me. I wish that I could control my temper sometimes. I reached over to wake him up, but his soft snores quickly changed my mind. So instead, I got out of my wheelchair and lifted myself onto the bed and joined him.

I rested my head on his bare, hairy chest and rubbed his stomach softly. "Brielle?" He asked in a groggy, tired voice as he looked at me. "What are ye doin?"

"What does it look like?"

"I didn't go to bed because I thought ye were mad at me."

"I wasn't mad at you. I was just upset, but I'm alright now. Now go back to bed." He leaned over to the lamp and turned it off before laying back down and wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my forehead. "Legs or not, I love ye." "I love you too, Geo."