Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 26

A few day's have passed since my apology to Shawn and ultimately our make up.  We still haven't labeled our relationship, but we have established that we don't want to be with anyone else. 

Stacy is officially out of the picture and as long as Shawn doesn't have any other skeletons in the closet; we are free and clear.

Unfortunately I haven't been able to spend a lot of time with him in the last few days since my therapy sessions are becoming more frequent because of my PTSD and his.  The night of the apology, I slept in the hospital bed with him.  We laid cuddled in each other's arms even as sleep overtook us and the next thing I know a loud sound came from down the hallway and Shawn started screaming and trembling in fear next to me.  He clung on to me for dear life and made me promise not to leave him.

The next night, I slept in my own bed at home and I started to have really bad nightmares so I woke up and went downstairs.  James was watching race footage in the living room.  I sat on the couch to watch with him when two cars collided and all I could see was Shawn's car flying through the air, even though it wasn't him.  The glass of water I was holding dropped out of my hand and broke on the wood floor.  James turned to me as I wretched from crying silent sobs.  He held me in his arms and we spent the rest of the night on the couch, James rubbing circles on my back until I fell asleep in my brothers arms.

The other thing that has been bothering me is that Shawn still can't feel his legs.  Not even his most intimate area.  It breaks my heart to think that he may never walk again, but the doctors are optimistic that he'll eventually make a full recovery.  The wires in his brain just haven't reconnected to tell his legs to work yet.

I'm currently on my way to see him after one of my therapy sessions.  He texted me earlier that he wanted to see me, and in all honestly, I wanted to see him too!  It's been tough not being by his side all the time like I was.

Arriving in his room I find him working with his physical therapist Larry on his grip and arm strength.

"Is he working hard or hardly working?" I ask Larry sarcastically as Shawn sticks his tongue out at me.

"He's doing great actually Miss. Cabello." He replies.

"Please, call me Camila.." I smile at Larry.  He nods in understanding and helps Shawn to stretch out one of his arms.  A few minutes later, Larry grabs his things and leaves the room.

Shawn turns to me and directs me to sit on the side of the bed next to him.  I climb up and am instantly met with his lips on mine.

"Hey baby." He smirks as we break apart.

"Well hello to you too!" I smile back at him.

Pulling me closer to him, he kisses me again. "I missed you." He hums.

"I missed you too." I giggle slightly as he runs his hands down my back.

"So...as much as I just wanted to see you, I actually had an ulterior motive when I texted you to come see me." He says.

"Really?" I question, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Mhmmm" he nods his head.

"And what might that be?"

Pulling me into his lap, he nuzzles my nose and kisses me quickly before he guides me to straddle him.

"A very helpful little birdy told me that a certain someone gave a certain something that actually saved my life." He says as his hands find my waist and I wrap my hands around his neck, starting to play with the curls at the back.

I smile at him slightly, my cheeks turning a darker shade of pink.  I know what he's talking about, and I'm sure the doctors told him, but I'm just not sure when.