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“Yeah, I’m just going to rest.”
“Okay, well the home caregiver should be here soon,” he says as he starts to head for the door and my head whips to look at him.
“What?” I ask him and he frowns at me.
“What?”
“What home caregiver?”
“I hired you a live-in caregiver. She can help you around here.”
“I don’t need a caregiver. I don’t need help.”
He just stares at my cane and then looks back at me.
“I’ll be fine,” I insist but he shakes his head.
“At least meet her. Maybe she can stay on for a few days and get you all set up in the house and then we can tell her we don’t need her anymore. Just give her a chance. Alright?”
“Fine,” I relent after a minute and he smirks at me.
“Thanks. She’ll be here soon. Go easy on her.”
I nod and he waves as he heads out.
I make my way over to the couch and sigh as I take a seat, bracing my leg up on the coffee table and tossing my cane on the couch next to me. I wince as I move and I’m glad that Patrick is gone.
I love my brother. He’s the only family that I have left, besides Brennan, but I also know that if he knew how much pain that I was still in that he would insist on me moving in with him.
He’s been hovering since I got out of the hospital and I know that he just wants to help, but I can’t stand to have him constantly around me. I’m used to being on my own, to being able to take care of myself, and I don’t love the thought of having a home caregiver here. I just want to be by myself.
That’s not true.
I want my old life back. I wish that I was back in the SEALs and hanging with my friends. Life was easier in the military. There was always a job to be done and I was damn good at it.
I know that I just need to find a new routine, a new schedule for my days. That’s what the doctors at the hospital said anyway. They told me to keep doing my exercises, to work up to working out again and to finding a new routine.
That’s easier said than done though when I never know how my leg is going to be that day or what my pain level will be.
I don’t have a job or even a hobby right now. I have nothing to occupy my days or my mind. I need to figure that out first. Then I’ll be okay.
I hope.
The doorbell rings and for a second, I think that it’s Patrick coming back, but I doubt that he would knock or ring the doorbell.
I grab my cane and struggle to get off of the couch. A sharp pain shoots down my leg and up my spine. I wince with every step over to the front door. I have to take a moment before I answer it, sucking in a few deep breaths and trying to school my features as I turn the doorknob.
Then I open the door and my jaw drops at the sight on my doorstep.
“Hi, you must be, Heath. I’m Corrine. I’m your new home caregiver,” she says with a bright smile, and my stomach clenches as my heart starts to race.
I stare at her.
I’m not sure what to say. I should turn her away because there’s no way that this girl is anything but trouble for me, but I promised Patrick that I would give her a chance. At least for a few days.
“Can I come in?” she asks and I take a deep breath.
“Sure,” I say as I move out of her way.
