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He chucks the pair of gray sweatpants and one of my shirts at me as the nurse giggles. She watches as I try to get up with a hesitant look on her face.
“You may need help,” she tells me. “Your pain meds should be wearing off right about now.”
I make a face like she doesn’t know what she’s talking about, only for the pain to almost knock me on my ass when I stand. I wince, groaning quietly at the pain before I mask it.
“See?” I say, failing at sounding normal. “I’m perfectly fine.”
The nurse smirks, turning to Cam. “Good luck with him.”
He hums. “Thanks. I’m going to need it, I’m sure.”
It takes me longer than it should to get dressed. Each and every movement hurts like a bitch, and when my clothes rub against the road rash—forget it. Cam may have been kidding about me leaving in this gown, but for a moment, I actually consider it.
When I finally get out of the bathroom, he gives me a knowing look. “You good?”
I flip him off. “Can we go?”
“Say the magic word,” he teases.
Nope. “Fuck it, I’ll walk.”
As I grab my phone and leave the room, Cam snickers as he follows behind. I try to walk normally. I can only imagine will say if I have to start taking my time. But as the pain becomes too much, I have no choice. My breath hitches as I grab the railing on the side of the hallway and slow my steps.
“You good, Grandpa?” Cam asks.
I roll my eyes. “Do I even want to ask how my motorcycle is?”
He winces. “No. You really don’t.”
Fucking great.
So much for selling that.
“Ugh, I loved that bike.”
I know I used the wrong choice of words when his eyes light up at the opportunity to mention Laiken. Sure enough, he jumps on it.
“Speaking of things you’ve loved,” he singsongs. “See anyone interesting yesterday?”
“Nope.”
He glances over at me but I won’t meet his gaze. “No one worth mentioning?”
“Nope,” I repeat.
We get to the front door and his Jeep is waiting for us right outside. “I know you saw Laiken yesterday.”
I gasp in mock surprise, immediately regretting my choice as pain shoots through my chest. “No, really?”
He opens the passenger side door for me and watches as I struggle to get in. “I’d help you, but you just lied to me.”
“I don’t want your help,” I say stubbornly. When I finally get myself into the seat, I turn to look at him. “And I didn’t lie. Seeing her was not interesting or worth mentioning, as far as I’m concerned.”
It’s obvious that he doesn’t believe me, but he also knows not to push it right now as he shuts the door and walks around to the driver’s side.
To be completely honest, seeing her yesterday was a shock to my system. I never knew how I would feel if she were to come back. I mean, I suspected that I would be angry. After the way she left, I have a right to be. But I don’t think I expected the way a part of me still lurched at the sight of her.
She looked so good—just as beautiful as I remember her being. I had hoped she would’ve gotten ugly. Aged horribly and let herself go or something. Maybe then it would have been easier to see her. But the universe doesn’t like me that much.
