"Julian, will you come back to the apartment with me?" I asked. "I'm bound to do some crazy shit unless someone is with me."
"Yeah," Julian replied, heading out the door. I kissed Rob's forehead and tentatively touched his cheek.
"Call me if you need anything. I'll be back in an hour and a half, tops. Tom will be over, I already talked to him. I love you," I said, my voice cracking with emotion. He nodded.
"I love you too Alex," he said. This was me five months ago. Sitting in a hospital bed while people I loved were suffering around me. I gave Rob another kiss and a worried glance as I left.
"Don't worry Alex. Rob's gonna be ok," Julian said with a reassuring pat on the shoulder.
"It's not the injury. It's seeing him in pain," I said softly. "It's like when you got hurt. I wasn't worried, I just hated seeing you in pain. When Danny had his concussion. It's not the injuries I worry about. It's the fact that I'm seeing the people I love in pain, and there's nothing I can do."
We walked out of the hospital with only those few words to say. My eyes began to well up with tears. I was determined not to let Julian see me cry. We hailed a cab, and hopped in the backseat. We were driven to the apartment, and hopped out. Julian paid the kid, and we went inside the building. I waved to the doorman, Antonio, and continued to the elevators. Floor 8. The elevator brought us to the penthouse.
"Flip on the TV if you want, Jules. If you want food, take some. I'll be out in twenty or so minutes," I said. I took Rob's jersey off, and went into our bedroom. I grabbed a black sweatshirt, a dark beanie, and my jeans from the closet. I also grabbed my Converse. I went into the bathroom, put my clothes on the sink, and started the shower. I stripped and reluctantly went in. My body shivered under the hot water. I washed my body first, then my face, then my hair. After that, I stayed under the water, mulling everything over. I thought about Rob's face when he went down. I shivered again, this time, not because of the water. I shut the faucet off, getting out and drying. I put on my clothes. Then I put on some eyeliner, eyeshadow, and mascara, and went into the bedroom. I put my clothes in the laundry, and sat on the bed. I looked at the picture of us on Rob's nightstand. He was in his uniform, and I was standing next to him, both of us with big, goofy grins on our faces. The height difference was ridiculous. I giggled a little bit. I put the picture down. Then I got up and went out into the living room to see Julian eating...something, and watching TV.
"Hey Jules. You wanna get going?" I asked. He stuffed the last of the banana in his mouth and nodded, turning off the TV. We went into the elevator and downstairs. There were reporters blocking the door. I shot a glance at Julian who shrugged.
"How is Rob doing?" one person shouted.
"Rob's doing well. Thank you," I said politely.
"How do you feel about the injury?" another one piped up.
"Um...well. I don't exactly know." The reporters fell silent. "I feel that it was inevitable. Whoever it was enduring that hit was ultimately gonna get hurt. I'm obviously upset seeing someone I love so much in pain, but football is a physical game."
"Well what do you think of the NFL's hitting rules?" someone asked. I sighed.
"Well honestly? I say either way you're screwed. You're not gonna have guys going for people's heads, because there's risk of a fine or penalty. So then you have the other extreme, where defenders are going for the knees and legs. I think, personally, that's just as bad! If you have people going for the knees, you're gonna get more ACL and MCL's torn, which could potentially end a guys career. I mean, it's not rocket science. If they go for the middle...I don't know. Alright, no more questions."
Julian and I walked briskly to the sidewalk where we went to the garage, getting the car. Julian drove. He floored it to the hospital. We got there very quickly, and he parked the car a little way from the entrance. I walked inside, and went to the elevators.
"What floor is Rob on?" I asked quietly.
"Eight," Julian replied. I hit the eighth floor button, and we went up. We went to Rob's room, and Tom, Austin, and Danny were there.
"Hey," Tom, Austin, and Danny said softly.
"Hey," I replied.
"You ok?" Austin asked. I nodded.
"It's him you should be worried about," I said with a laugh. Everyone smiled. "How about you Tom? You holding up?"
"Yesterday immediately after the game, he sprinted into the locker room, but you guys were already gone. So I had to soothe this one who was freaking out as badly as you," he said. I smiled.
I sat down on the stool, and folded my hands in front of me, while the guys talked to Rob. Tom laughed.
"You look like Eminem in 8 Mile," he said with a grin. I laughed.
"Why do I look like Eminem?" I asked, chuckling.
"Dark beanie, dark sweatshirt, jeans, and your hood up. Also that...ominous look," Tom said with a shrug. I laughed.
"Alright. I look like Eminem."