FINDING ME - FIXING YOU SEQUEL

09

I have been spending as much time as I can with Justin in the last day and a half. I leave around seven thirty in the evening, walk across the street to a dingy little motel where I toss and turn for hours throughout the night. I lay there and yearn to be with Justin again. Then as the sun rises I climb out of bed, fix my hair and come right back to the hospital.

I'm going to miss him terribly when I go back to London.

The clock hanging on the wall read five past five. As I glanced out of the crack in the blinds I could tell that the evening was slowly creeping up on us. The sun was beginning to set. I sighed sadly, closing my eyes as I ran my fingers up and down his arm. The two of us were snuggling in his bed. It is the only thing we spend our time doing.

"Do you want take to a walk around the hospital?" I uttered quietly to him.

"What for?" Justin laughed softly. "I love just laying here with you. You have no idea how much I missed this." He squeezed me tight. I worried that it might hurt him to do so much but I couldn't resist melting into him.

He has gotten much better in only two days but he still has a quite a bit of healing left to do. His ribs have suffered from severe bruising. The doctor suggested that when he is discharged from here he shouldn't be alone for too long. Someone should keep an eye on him.

I explained to the doctor that I have to go back to London. He said that unless I can take him along with me, he may need to be checked into a physical therapy center for a couple of weeks. He'll have trouble getting around the house all alone. I know that unfortunately bringing him back to my father's house is not an option.

If he were to accidentally hurt himself again things could get even worse.

I just know that Justin is going to absolutely despise the idea of physical therapy. He doesn't seem phased by the state he's currently in in the slightest bit.

He's in denial it seems.

"Justin," I sat up glaring down at him. "You have to practice walking on the crutch. How will you do anything when you go back home? You have to get up and try!" I got out of the bed and took the blanket with me, pleading with him. "Come on, we can go down to the cafeteria?" I smiled, hoping that maybe he was hungry.

He groaned but gave in, reaching for me to come and help him out of the bed. I went over holding on to his arm as he pushed himself up. As I handed him the crutch I wondered to myself, who will do this for him when I'm gone?

I don't think Stella will want to take the job.

While Justin was sleeping earlier today I went to check on her. I hadn't seen her since that night when she helped me sneak into his room. The room that I watched her wheel into then was empty when I walked in. The door was wide open and the bed sheets were stripped.

I went to the front desk asking about her and was told that she left last night. I was surprised that she didn't tell Justin that she was leaving.

I have yet to tell him what the doctor said or that Stella left.

He smiles the moment I walk in and that smile doesn't leave his face until I leave for the night. I don't want to upset him in anyway.

There was something that he said when the doctor came in this morning that truly shocked me. He told him not give him anymore narcotics. No more of the strong pain medicine, he doesn't want nor need it.

That showed me that he must be a changed, sober man now.

A little while later we were sitting across the table from each other eating cups of ice cream. Getting down to the cafeteria wasn't the easiest but with some help from a kind nurse, we managed.