“We gave you the tests. Do you not remember them?”
I rolled my eyes but then realized I didn’t.
“Why don’t you lie down, rest, and we’ll get you something to relax you.”
I looked at the hospital gown I was wearing. I hadn’t remembered putting it on.
“Is there someone you’d like us to call for you? An emergency contact?”
“No!” I threw my hand out. “No one can know I’m here. Don’t call anyone.”
He raised his eyebrows but then nodded. “Okay. Do you know of anyone we can call for her?”
“Me,” I snarled. How did they not understand that I was the person that should be handling things? If I had it my way, she’d be my wife already. The doctor motioned for me to climb into bed.
“Okay, well, Mr. Amato, I assure you, the woman you came in with is in the best of hands.”
“Is she going to be okay?” I asked, climbing into the bed and shifting to sit up. He nodded and said nothing else. He left, and I swore at him as he closed my door. A nurse came in and pushed an IV into my hand. I tried to protest, but my eyelids grew heavy and I couldn’t speak. My head bobbed and then I closed my eyes. I awoke in the morning. There was ice water by my bed.
I swung my arm out and sent it flying across the room. I then grabbed my remote and pushed the buttons, calling for a nurse. One came a few moments later, visibly annoyed.
“Good morning, Mr. Amato. How are you feeling?”
“Fine, I just want to see my girlfriend.”
“As soon as the doctor releases you, you can head to her room. Just sit tight. I’ll send him in.”
I waited for three hours until finally, the doctor sauntered in with a smile that made me want to murder him.
“How are you feeling today?”
I went through the same quiz from before, quickly assuring him I was fine.
“You’ll have to come back in a few days to remove the stitches, but otherwise, just take it easy the next few days. Your concussion may make you a little dizzy and sensitive to light.” He went on and on about what I’d be experiencing the next few days, but all I could hear was Scout, Scout, Scout!
He signed my papers, and within the hour, I was released and running down the halls to figure out what room Scout was in. I took the elevator to the floor the nurse told me and flew down the hall. I threw the door open and called out.
“Scout!” I looked around the room frantically and found her in her bed, her arm in a sling. I stormed over and she opened her eyes.
“Desi.” Her lips twitched upward, but she was groggy. “You made it.”
I laughed and tears slid down my face again. “I did. I did and so did you. How are you feeling?”
“Like someone hit me with their car.” She tried to sit up but winced. “I did something to my arm.” She nodded to the sling. There was a red, long, thick scar, sewn neatly.
“I guess I had surgery.” She chuckled low. “I don’t remember much.” She closed her eyes.
“Well, you did get hit by a car.” I smiled through my pain. “But we’re alive, and that’s all that matters.” She nodded, and a moment later popped one eye back open and grinned.
“You think I’m ready for my driver’s test?”
