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“For how long?”
“Just a couple of days. Or I guess weeks.”
He waits for me to go on and I sigh.
“I had one while I was at the VA hospital, but I didn’t know what it was and I just wanted to be alright, so I didn’t say anything. I had another one when I was getting ready to leave but it passed so fast that I convinced myself that it was nothing.”
“Then the grocery store,” he says quietly, and I nod.
“Yeah, and this restaurant in Lilac Harbor today too.”
“Do you think that you’re just not ready to be out of the hospital?” he asks and I shake my head.
“I am. I’m fine, I just…” I trail off but he gets what I mean.
We sit in silence for a moment and I smile as I see Corrine dancing in front of the window over the sink.
“What about you and Corrine?” Patrick asks, and I shrug, not looking away from her.
“We’ve been sleeping together. Well, we slept together.”
“Yeah, no shit. You’ve got goo-goo eyes for her,” he says with a snort and I glare at him.
“Shut up.”
“Hey! I’m happy for you two. She seems like a sweetheart and she’s obviously good for you. I haven’t seen you so relaxed and smiling in years.”
“I like her,” I admit and he grins.
“She likes you too.”
Yeah, but how much?
That’s the million-dollar question, isn’t it?
A sharp pain shoots down my leg and I wince, my hands turning to fists on the table.
“Heath!”
“I’m okay,” I grit out from between my teeth.
“Obviously,” he says sarcastically.
“Okay, I’m not fine,” I relent as the pain starts to subside. “I think that I need to see someone. For my head and my leg.”
“I think so too.”
We sit in silence as I try to compose myself. I flex my foot, testing to see if more pain is coming but it’s just a dull ache.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Patrick starts and I glance up at him warily.
“What?”
“I figured that you might need to see someone before I came to get you. I already researched psychiatrists and psychologists nearby and narrowed it down to the top three. I did the same for nearby physical therapists too, but there weren’t as many choices there.”
Part of me is embarrassed that he thought I would need so much help but the truth is that I do.
I guess there’s no shame in admitting that.
