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His life might not be what he’d planned but he was finally at peace with that. Things could be so much worse. He’d learned that lesson when he was four years old. One day his dad left and never came home. He needed to keep that in perspective.
Instead of feeling sorry for himself, like he’d been doing for the past nine months, he was going to continue to focus on his art and was seriously thinking about opening a youth center for kids to have a creative outlet. If it weren’t for Ezra finding him in that park the day he’d cut school, who knows how his life would have turned out.
There was still good that Seb could do in this world. That was what he was going to focus on.
He was determined to make the most of his life, and he hoped he’d be able to do that with Kennedy. He still had no idea what was going to happen with her. It had been a week since they’d spent the night together and he hadn’t seen her since.
He’d spoken to her every day. She wasn’t ignoring his calls like she had been. She’d just hadn’t been feeling well, and she hadn’t wanted to get anyone sick before Laura and Knox’s wedding tomorrow, so she’d been holed up in her house with Chunkers. He’d dropped off food, and medicine but she hadn’t let him come in.
As disappointed as he was that he hadn’t been able to see her, he was happy that they’d talked every night on the phone, usually for hours. He still hadn’t told her how he felt because he wanted to wait to tell her in person. He had dropped hints and had been flirting his ass off with her, though. He’d also told her about Ezra saying that one day he’d find his bunny, she found it equally as strange as he did.
And he felt good that he’d been able to look out for her, in more ways than just dropping off food. She’d had a little scare at the beginning of the week with her father. It turned out he had been paying the bill for her grandma’s stay at Well Brook the entire time she’d been there. Not only that, but the money was coming out of a trust that he’d set up for her and his mom that had half a million dollars in it.
Kennedy had been worried that the money had been gained by illegal means and that her name being on it would make her complicit or implicate her in some way. But it turned out that everything was on the up and up.
It turned out that he’d made the money honestly. He’d met a guy in rehab who owned a car dealership. Michael had gone to work for him and made a decent living at it. Then, six years ago, the man passed away, he didn’t have any family so he left everything he had to Michael.
Kennedy’s dad then put most of what he’d inherited into a living trust for her and her grandma.
Seb had been a little suspicious when she’d told him what he said, so he told her he’d check it out. One of his clients in L.A. was a private investigator and so he’d given Dominic all the info that he had and everything checked out.
The door opened and Seb looked up to see Dr. Phillips walk in. Or at least he assumed that was who he was. He hadn’t met him when he was getting his tests run. Those had all been done by techs.
At five foot eight, the doctor was average in stature, but his athletic physique was easy to see through the material of his white, long-sleeved dress shirt. As he lowered into the chair behind the large mahogany desk, he still hadn’t made eye contact or said a word to Seb.
Having a mom as a nurse, Seb knew that bedside manners weren’t a prerequisite to be a physician. Which was fine by him. He didn’t give a fuck if a doctor was nice to him as long as he gave him the best possible treatment.
“Mr. Savage,” the doctor finally addressed him as he lowered the iPad he’d been staring at.
“Seb,” Seb corrected him.
“Seb, I’m Dr. Phillips. I was just comparing your tests to those that you took back in Los Angeles…”
Here it comes, Seb thought to himself. This was it. This was when Dr. Phillips was unknowingly going to put the final nail in the coffin of Seb’s tattooing career in three words; no significant change. Those were the same three words that had come out of his doctor’s mouth at each checkup since his accident.
“Everything looks good.”
Okay. Those werenotthe three words he’d been expecting to hear.
“What?” Seb was sure that he’d heard the doctor wrong.
“Your tests show that your nerves are all responding normally. There is no delay in your reflexes, and you have full mobility. It looks like you’ve made a full recovery.”
“A full recovery,” Seb repeated three words he’d given up hope of ever hearing.
“Yes. Whatever you’ve been doing over the past few months seemed to work.”
Doing. He hadn’t been doing anything. He’d stopped doing PT altogether.
“Are you sure?”
Dr. Phillips looked over the results and then stood and walked over to Seb. He ran him through several exercises, had him grip his hand, catch a ball that was falling, then had Seb close his eyes while the doctor ran a pin wheel over his hand. He had to tell him when he felt it.
Then he went and sat back down behind his desk. “Everything I’ve just seen corroborates your test results.”
Seb wasn’t sure where he went from here.
“So, what now?”
