Driving Me Crazy

Chapter 27

"No ma'am, I get to pick this time! You told me I could!" I whine grabbing the stack of menus from Camila's hand.  We're fighting over what we want for dinner and since hospital food is only so good for so long, we've tried to order out at least once or twice a week.

"Fine, you pick and I'll go get it." She concedes. 

I end up picking a pizza place just down the street.  It's a small off the grid kind of place, but the guys and I love it and I know Camila's never had it, so we order my favorite and Camila kisses me before she heads off.

While she's gone I'm texting back and forth with Niall until my doctor comes in.

"Hi Shawn!"

"Hey Dr. Mac!  What's new?"

"Well...we got your scans back and I'm pleased to tell you that the damage to your legs should be well on there way to healing.  It's going to take some time, but I suspect with physical therapy, you should make a full recovery."  He says.

"That's great Doc!" I exclaim.  "So when do you think I can be discharged?" I ask.

He ponders for a little while before he answers.  "Well Shawn....I'm not going to let you go until we know for sure that you can feel your legs.  You need to get the sensations back before we can proceed to the next step."

"What's the next step?" I ask curiously.

"I'll be frank young man, you still have a long way to go.  Once you are discharged from here, I suggest you stay at a long term rehab facility for your therapy.  A place that will be best for your recovery." He says.

I nod my head; I know that Dr. Mac is one of the best so I trust his plan for my recovery. I ask him to provide me with a list of places he recommends and then he does a quick vitals check and leaves the room.

I had a scare the other night and since then I've been back on the heart monitor. Some days are worse than others, but I know that's part of the recovery process. I know how lucky I am, and that if it wasn't for Camila and my family, I very well could've died on the table that night almost two and a half months ago.

The smell of freshly melted cheese and garlic invades my senses as I see my small little brunette carry a warm box of pizza towards me.

"Smells delicious!" I say as I lick my lips, eager to sink my teeth into that first slice of pizza.

"Sorry it took so long." She says.

"Nah, your fine. I had a nice chat with the doctor while you were gone." I say.

Mila looks at me in surprise. "Oh really?! What did you guys talk about?"

I grab a napkin and a slice as Camila gets herself situated on the other side of my bedside table, sitting cross-legged on my bed, facing me.

As she grabs a slice and takes a bite, she moans at the delicious that hits her mouth and I can't help but chuckle when she rolls her eyes and hums "So good!" in appreciation of the yummy food.

"Well...he said the scans I had done earlier show that my legs are starting to heal, and once I get sensation back, I can be discharged to a rehab facility."

"That's great!" She says wide eyed and smiling at me in excitement.

We have a few more slices each before we're full and when Camila goes to wash her hands, I move the bedside table out of the way and turn on the TV. I hear her humming as she finishes in the bathroom and walks out, trying to remove her long sleeve shirt over her head. I get quite to show as her shirt gets stuck on her pony tail. Her kami has ridden down her bra a little ways, so I have a full view of her pink, lacy undergarment.