day1 love

chapter 19* back among the living

I sat up in bed and listened to the nurse tell me to take a deep breath and blow, as they took out the intubation.

Way better already, although my throat was hurting.

Sam handed me a cup of ice chips.
I took a mouthful and allowed the coldness to soothe my throat.

Ohhh, yes!

I think I moaned, actually.
Sam fake glared, and then winked at me cracking, "Hey now, ya betta watch that, girl!"

I normally adore ice anyway, I almost always have a cup nearby.
Everyone tells me I'm addicted to it, and I know I am.
It's common knowledge hospital ice is the best.

All things considered, I was already feeling better, but it coulda been the morphine they pushed in my IV port.

Whew, this stuff is powerful!

I need surgery to remove my spleen, am waiting for them to come prep me.
I wouldn't breathe normally, without pain, once I was off morphine.
I knew this from experience.

I look like I've been through the ringer.
My head ached almost constantly, my face hurt from the blow to it, I came very close to my jaw being wired shut.

Sam wasn't going to be getting any head because my jaw aches so much, even though that bums me out, I knew he wouldn't even think about touching me for quite awhile.

It was dick restriction out of necessity.

I would bear the bite mark on my neck for as long as I lived, I would see it every time I looked in the mirror.

All these scars I accumulated were proof of one thing.
I was stronger than what was meant to kill me.
I survived.

Once again my own personal demon had tried to end my life, and had failed.
I had to do something to ensure Tris never comes for me again.

I want to kill him, and if I ever get the chance to, I would see him dispatched to hell with the rest of his kind, personally!

I was essentially good hearted, but I have had enough of Tris and his antics.

Something in my face must have betrayed my heinous thoughts, because Sam came and sat next to me.
As gently as if he were handling lit dynamite, he cradled me.

He distracted me with his smile, once again making my heartbeat race.
The heart monitor I was still attached to started beeping, and I blushed up at him.

How embarrassing!

He smirked at me, and asked, "How often does that happen?" I responded, "EVERY time baby! You think that's weird, if you kiss me like you mean it, they'll a think I'm having a coronary!"

I wasn't kidding, whenever he was near me, my heart skipped beats.

"Heart attack, you mean right?" He said, knowledgeably.
"Yep, you do it every time you kiss me or touch me," I admitted to him.

He took his arm off of me, and stood up moving away, a scowl on his face.
The monitor went crazy because I panicked as he removed himself from me.

He looked at me astonished that happened.
It didn't surprise me at all.

He said wryly, "If go near you, your heart acts up, If go away from you, your heart acts up.
What the hell a brotha supposed to do?"
He asked me, as he threw up his arms in mock frustration, and I saw he really wanted me to answer.
I said "I don't know, but bring your ass right on back here, and hold me some more, unless you want me to keel over!"