Worthy

Home Isn't So Home

----Amelia POV----

    It's been about a month in a half since I got discharged from the hospital and a lot has changed in my world.

    I guess I should start with me walking, not going as well as planned. I seemed to develop a lot of blood clots from being in a coma for so long. One clot managed to lodge itself in between my hip joints, making walking hard and painful, so I had to leave with a walker which I despised more than anything. Every chance I got I'd leave it somewhere which would get me fussed at by Dameon. Seeing how much I hated that thing, he bought me this pretty cane instead. I still don't like having to use help to walk, but I figured it was an ok compromise. Wes takes me to see Dr. Marks weekly to check on the progression on the meds he put me on to get rid of the clots. So far, things are going good. The clots have gotten smaller and a few are even gone.

    Wes has left the nest and moved into this cute two-bedroom condo near downtown. It's just a few blocks from his gym, so it works for him.

    As for me, I've been at Burnside. Dameon hasn't been able to go back to the other house. Finding me the way he did messed with him pretty bad. We are supposed to be house hunting in a week but I'm not sure us living together is a good idea. Our relationship isn't the same at all. He started back school which I'm super proud of but I hardly ever see him. Most of the time I'm alone, he's either studying or with Unc and Mike. From the little he told me Papi gave them back their properties but there were a few issues they had to deal from that situation. When he is here, we don't say much to one another.

    In the beginning he was very loving and attentive, but when our tender moments would get hot and steamy, he would find any excuse to push me away. He doesn't even sleep in the same bed as me. He falls asleep on the couch mostly and if he does come lay with me he is gone by the time I wake up. He doesn't even look at me the same and when he does look at me his eyes go straight to my head. I had to cut a lot of my hair off to make it even so it was a big change and I guess it made him sad. He used to touch my curls and smile, but his eyes carried so much sadness. I had Wes take me to go get a sew-in so maybe he would find me attractive enough to touch me, but it took him two days to even notice I had it done.

    The last time we attempted to be intimate he was on the couch doing his homework and I figured it would be a good idea to give him a study break. He wasn't into it at first, but after begging for him to just kiss me he did. His kisses felt like heaven against my lips. I could feel him growing under me as I grinded on him, so I figured I'd take it a step further but when I took off my shirt, he just stopped! I tried to get him to keep going cause my body needed him but instead he just said, “I'm sorry, I can't” and just moved me off his lap; grabbed his laptop and books an went to the backroom leaving me naked and alone on the couch. I just laid there and silently cried myself to sleep only to wake up in the bed alone. I was so frustrated that morning I broke that stupid cane. I banged it against the wall, the floor, the bed until it was broken. No one came to see what the commotion was about, so that meant I was alone again. I ran myself a bath and contemplated how much more of this I could take.

----Dameon POV----

    Getting Melia home after her waking up wasn't as simple as I thought it would be. She had a hard time walking and after running some test Dr. Marks informed us she had several blood clots that had formed while she was in a coma. The worry was that one of the clots my travel to her brain or heart, so they wanted to keep her, but she wasn't having it. She and Dr. Mark's came to an agreement that she wouldn't do any strenuous activities, take blood thinners, and come in for weekly checkups. I didn't have any input in their debate, honestly I didn't know what to say. As much as I wanted her home it's like it's just issues on top of issues. Is this fate trying to tell us something?

     Either way, she got discharged, and I brought her to my old place. Something about finding her dead made me not be able to stay in my home anymore. We had planned for looking for a place together eventually, so I guess now is as good a time as any. She couldn't go upstairs, so I set the downstairs up for her. It was nice to have her back for a while, but the more I cuddled and laid beside her the more my hormones wanted to take over. I hadn't felt her skin on mines is what feels like forever. I wanted touch her, taste her, fall asleep in her, but all I hear is Dr. Marks voice in my head repeating “No strenuous activity” and I know my greedy, needy ass would not be gentle no matter how hard I tried, so I just did my best to keep my distance from her without making it too noticeable. I slept on the couch most nights because I would fall asleep studying. I started back school and doubled down on my courses to make up for missed time which took up a lot of my time since I went to campus this time around. The rest I spent with Unc and Mike getting operations back to normal after receiving our property back from Pops.

    Life didn't leave much time for me to take Melia to her weekly checkups, but she didn't seem to mind since Wes took her instead. They were rebuilding their bond with one another. He and I didn't see much of each other either. With my schedule and his training for his upcoming UFC placement fight. When our paths crossed when he was picking up or dropping off Melia we would chop it up for a bit before one of us ran off to handle some shit.

    The other day Melia caught me slippin' and almost got her ass torn up but my common sense kicked in and I had to shut her down as gently as I could but I heard her trying to quietly cry. I keep failing her and I just don't know what to do anymore. When she fell asleep, I carried her to the bed. I sat there and watched her sleep for hours. I tried to imagine what our life would look like now if none of this mess ever happened. Of course, I was gone before she woke up.
 
    I wasn't doing too much good at school, so I figured I'd come pick up Melia and go grab some lunch and talk. She wasn't here when I got back, and the room was a wreck. I called her phone, but it just rang. I called again and this time she sent me to voicemail only to send me a text telling me she will call me back later. I didn't bother to reply, I just cleaned up the place instead.

    I was lying on the couch looking out the window when she came in. She stopped at the door, sounding in so much pain. Wherever she was she didn't have her cane since I figured out that was what was destroyed in the room. She straightened up real quick when she saw my body in the darkness. She stood still as if she was trying to figure out if I was asleep or not. I could have just said something, but I didn't. She eventually hobbled her way to her room, closing the door behind her.

What is happening to us?

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What is going on with them?

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