Saturday afternoon and Tray hasn't shown any signs of consciousness. The doctor advises me to go home and get some rest but I refuse until he hundred percent assures me that he'll be fine and they'll call me If anything comes up. I take a cab back home first to shower and eat, then head back at Tray's place to clean the house.
I'm vacuuming the carpet when my cellphone rings.
" Hello?"
" Is this Miss Halsey?"
" Yea,"
" I'm calling from the hospital, the patient is conscious."
My knees turn weak.
I rest my forehead on my left hand and mumble a small thankful prayer. I rush upstairs to get my coat and purse and hail another cab.
I'm so happy!
I instruct the cabbie to drive as fast as he can. The car runs cautiously along Park Avenue through the wet roads and in a few minutes, the great red quadrangle of the Hospital looms up. I get ushered into a private room by the nurse on duty.
"The patient is ready to be discharged," she whispers, " Everything is fine."
" Are you sure? Is he talking? Does he even know I'm here?" I ask.
" Yes, he knows and he hasn't shown any signs of ill effects. He was asking for you."
I slowly step inside the room. Tray must have heard the low murmur of our voices in the corridor, because he's laying on his side on the bed gazing attentively towards the door. I walk straight to the bedside and he looks up at me, in silence.
" Tray," I push my arms foward and hug him tighter than ever.
" I'm sorry... I'm so sorry."
I'm this close to climbing on his lap.
He coughs and I break the hug.
" I missed you." A few tears fall from my eyes and he reaches over to wipe them. I don't move away and his touch burns my skin.
I lean into his palm.
" I love you." He mutters and push back my hair.
I close my eyes and reopen them, desperate for the tears to stop.
I stay quiet and he continues.
" I didn't do it, I swear. She did something to me and all I remember is you storming inside the room...our room."
His eyes turn watery and I'm quick to believe him. I'm never doubting him again, ever!
" I believe you," I whisper and lean in for a light kiss.
" Let's go home."
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