Seam Route

chapter nine

Daisy

I stayed in the hospital room for the night while the doctor's ran a few more tests just to make sure I was okay.

In any other situation I probably would've stayed up all night thinking about the fact that Parker is going to be looking after me and taking me to appointments. Oh, and I found out he was a rich and famous NFL player too, but that's something for me to overthink another day.

Fortunately for me, I was knocked out fifteen minutes after that conversation from pure exhaustion. 

When I woke up this morning, I knew Art went home because he needed to open up his ice cream shop and my Dad went to go buy some new things at Target to make me more comfortable for the next few weeks.

The only person in the hospital room was Parker. He managed to fall asleep in an uncomfortable hospital chair, arm crossed, head back, a kind of passed-out sleeping.

His arms looked huge when he crossed them, they strained against his chest. I almost wanted to laugh, the hospital chair looked so small compared to him. He almost looked too big for this room.

God, how did I even end up like this?

I got discharged two hours later. Parker left the room while the nurse was kind enough to help me get out of the hospital gown and back into the white dress I was wearing.

Parker was right. The other driver would be criminally charged but he wanted to pay a settlement fee instead of having a civil lawsuit. Turns out the driver that hit us was two times over the legal alcohol consumption while driving, and he was also loaded. His parents were huge developers who wanted to keep this mishap under wraps. The money they offered to pay was even more than the hospital bill. I could pay off next year's college fees and have money left, too.

My father called his lawyer, and we both decided that we didn't want to pursue a civil lawsuit. It would be long, hard and stressful and I just wanted to focus on me for a while.

It was decided through Parker and my Dad that Parker would be the one to take me home. Yes, it feels a little bizarre to think about my Dad texting Parker. The nurse gave me my crutches, and to be honest I thought I was going to go by foot all the way to his car.

But nope. Parker pulls up with a wheelchair outside my hospital room.

"I'm not getting in that." I shake my head, I certainly don't need a wheelchair. The car isn't even that far.

"Yes, you are." He does not look the least amused.

"The car isn't even that far."

"I don't care."

"I do."

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you." He vehemently counters, "Sit down, Daisy." Authority rang in his tone.

I sat down.

Not because I'm actually listening to him but because my head can't handle all this arguing and the petty little glare he probably would've sent me. Or I like to say it was his reasoning. I don't really know.

Parker began to wheel me out of the building and to his car. "Was that so damn hard?" I don't know if it's possible to hear someone's smirk but I heard his.

Outside, a mid-day sun blazing on top of us. God, it's hot outside. 

 "I'm surprised the sun hasn't made you evaporate into dust." Clearly, the sun should've killed him. Vampires aren't allowed to be in the light.

He scoffs, "Hilarious."

"I know I am." I turn my head to throw him a little smile.

When his eyes meet mine, I swear for a moment they soften just a tiny bit. Honestly, I think it's the concussed version of me talking.