Not Easily Forgotten

~Chapter 5 Hello World~

I locked my door as soon as I shut it behind me to block out the world.  

Olivia, what did you do? Monroe must have really hated me and I wished I had known what was wrong.

I got up the next morning to the smell of eggs and toast.  I rubbed my eyes and was exhausted from not sleeping well last night.  I walked out to find Patrick putting on his jacket and grabbing his wallet.

“Hey, Liv, I have to go to work now, but I made you some breakfast.”  He said.

“Patrick, you didn’t have to.  I’m not that helpless you know.”  I settled down next to the food.

“This is a welcoming present so it’s not going to happen every morning.”  He came over to grab his keys and gave me a wink then said, “Gotta go.  Play nice with Monroe.”

“I’m not a child.” I scolded then he quickly said goodbye and left.

After I’m full there is still a piece of toast left.  I set it into the sink and have decided to clean it up later. 

I’ve been sitting on the couch for about an hour and there is nothing good on except the news and let’s face it; I really don’t care enough to listen. 

Finally I heard a door open down the hall and out came Monroe only in his boxers.  His lean muscular body strolls down the hallway into the kitchen and takes out the toast from the leftover breakfast I had.

“You could put on a shirt.”  I force my eyes away from his body to his eyes.

He tilted his head pretending to think about then shook his head, “Nah, I’m good” and continued to eat.

I’ve decided to ignore his delinquency until he had put on some clothes; which was hard because he had decided to sit in the chair next to me and was commenting on everything that I watched.

I threw the remote at him then left without saying a word.  I got up to get snack when the wall phone rang and I beat Monroe to it.  He stands uncomfortably close to me trying to hear who was on the other line and I whacked him with one of my crutches.  Unfortunately for me, it didn’t faze him and he smelled really good from taking a shower.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hi,” a young woman’s voice said, “Is this Olivia Bechenshaw?”

“Yes it is.”

“This is the receptionist from the hospital calling reminding you that your appointment for your check up is today at three.”

Damn, I completely forgot about that. “Yes, I’ll be there thank you.”  I hung up after that.

“Good luck” Monroe said.

“With what?” I asked.

“Patrick doesn’t get home from work till four.”  He slowly walks to the fridge and opens it.

“Why would I need Patrick?”

“There’s this little thing called stairs that people in your condition can’t get down by themselves.”  He takes out the milk then starts to drink from the carton, “And here’s no way I’m going to help you.”

I grab the milk from him, “Don’t drink from the carton, that’s disgusting.  Anyway, since he isn’t here you’ll have to help me.”

“Why should I do that?  I owe you nothing.”

“Exactly, but you owe Patrick and this would show that you and me are trying to get along for his sake besides all you have to do is take me down the stairs.  I can find my way to the hospital.”  I throw out the all most gone milk and cross my arms.