It was a dream, but the tears were real. My head is heavy from crying so hard and my body aches. I want to curl up in a ball, but I can’t turn over. Real or not, what I’ve just witnessed is so cruel that the emotional pain physically hurts as I succumb to it. I weep for a long time; short, stuttered breaths plague me even once the tears have dried. I lie awake on my damp pillow, staring at nothing, fearful of closing my eyes again.
Chapter Four
Liv
You gave us all a fright!
“I can do it.” I snap at Max as he fusses around behind me. I’ve managed to get myself to standing on the curb and I’m just organising my crutches. Max is trying to erect the wheelchair, but I’m not being wheeled across the threshold in that thing.
“I’m sure I can manage the ten feet to the door if you could just make yourself useful and open it for me,” I say with an irritable tone. If there’s one thing I don’t tolerate well it’s the loss of my independence and I just know I’m going to be taking it out on those I love, namely Max. The thing that irritates me the most is that I know how unreasonable I’m being. I didn’t really sleep last night after that heartbreaking dream. I know it wasn’t real, but it was so devastating, I still feel tears prick my eyes if I think about it.
Before it happens again, I start off towards the door and Max scoots ahead to open it for me. I’m greeted warmly by the staff and a couple of customers who are surprised to see the state of me. I sit on the nearest chair slowly, so that I can just rest for a minute. Using crutches doesn’t exactly come naturally and my hand isn’t helping either. My middle two ‘gripping’ fingers are quite sore from being slammed into the ground by a power tool. As it turns out, the forefinger and thumb alone, have very limited gripping power, especially when burdened with the weight of a whole person. The little finger is obviously of no use whatsoever…so I can hardly grip the crutches, well the right one at least. It looks like I will need that fucking wheelchair if I hope to see daylight anytime soon.
Well at least I showed everyone that I can stand on one of my own two feet, for a minute. I just couldn’t face them feeling sorry for me being pushed around by Max. Me, with no boyfriend, back from America all sad and now I can’t even walk, so pathetic. I can feel myself getting angry today. I refuse to feel sorry for myself so I have to direct it somewhere. Fucking Danny. This is all his fault. If he wasn’t so selfish, none of this would be happening. Thankfully my thoughts are broken by some of the kitchen staff coming out to see me.
“You gave us all a fright!” says Jake. “Let me make you some lunch,” he adds, as always trying to fix it with food.
“Thanks Jake, I’ll get settled upstairs first, then send Max down for something. Where is Max?” I ask, realising he has disappeared.
“Taking your stuff upstairs,” says Ali.
“Here he is,” says Jake.
“Here I am,” says Max, looking all pleased with himself. “Come on then, let’s get you upstairs.”
I roll my eyes at Ali, who giggles sympathetically. “Text me if you need anything,” she says.
“Thanks,” I mouth at her as I’m helped to my feet.
Slowly, I make my way to the back of the diner and Max holds open the door for me. I stare up the staircase, it’s longer than I remember, but I suppose the diner has high ceilings and all sorts of ducting. It’s like a floor and a half at least. Taking a deep breath, I try the first step and wobble. My weight tips back and I feel like I’m losing my balance. Luckily, Max is just behind me and I’m prevented from needing to put my foot down to steady myself.
“Just let me carry you,” he says.
“No!” I insist. “Here,” I say, handing him my crutches. Then I carefully turn and sit on the first step. My plan is to climb up backwards on my bottom. But as I put my hands on the step behind me and try to take my weight, pain radiates through my chest. I feel like I’ve been run over by a bus today, everything aches. Even lifting the bed covers off me in the hospital hurt. I suppose I did fall from quite a height. I burst into tears and drop my head in my hands.
“You are so fucking stubborn!” Max tuts. I feel his arms around me and I’m gently lifted. With ease, he carries me up the stairs to my flat and puts me down carefully on the sofa, kissing the top of my head as he lets go.
“Thanks.” I sniff. What would I do if I didn’t have Max?
“Hey.” He sits beside me and lifts my leg onto a footstool I don’t recognise. “Don’t get upset. It will just take some time.”
“I know.” I sob. “But work was keeping me sane. Now I’m stuck here.” I gesture at my surroundings. Then I notice all of the changes. Firstly three huge bunches of flowers are dotted around the room. The largest display is on the table beside me along with several envelopes. The whole place smells clean and fresh. The furniture in the living area has all shifted slightly and as well as this footstool, there is a table on wheels that I can pull over my lap, with Danny’s Mac set up on it. I wipe my eyes and notice that on the arm of the sofa are the remotes for everything including a small silver one I don’t recognise.
“Why is it all different?’ I ask.
“We got some stuff ready for you, so that you can keep busy while you get better.” He smiles. “Computer, remotes, footrest, your laptop is in your room, we got you a TV in there too and linked it to your Sky. That way, wherever you want to be, you don’t have to carry anything. If you want to watch TV but lie in bed at the same time, you can.”
“Wow. But this isn’t mine,” I say pointing at the computer.
“I know, but it’s in your flat, so I say, use it.” He winks. “I’ve had a look at it, it’s hardly been used. I’ve set up your emails and Facebook and copied your iTunes onto it, so there is no trace of it being anyone else’s.” He means he has cleared all evidence of Danny off it. Well, I’m not going on it anyway. I don’t want to check my emails or Facebook, for the same reason I binned my phone.
“What’s this?” I ask holding up the tiny silver remote.
“The best bit!” Max says like a kid at Christmas. He switches on the TV and then presses a button on the remote. The Apple logo appears on the screen and in a few seconds he shows me that I can access my iTunes library. “You can watch all the films you have on iTunes.”
“I don’t have any,” I say incredulously.
He selects films on the screen and there are a dozen or so of my favourites. He grins at me. “You do now.” He laughs, “And it’s in your room too!”
“How have you managed this? I’ve only been gone a day and you've been with me most of the time.”
“I had some help.” He says and disappears into the kitchen. He comes out with a jug of water and a glass, goes to my bag and fetches the pharmacy bag from the hospital. “Now, you need to take these and then I’ll get you some coffee and lunch from downstairs.”
I huff as Max puts pills into my hand and hands me the glass of water.
“What do you fancy for lunch?” he asks.
“Surprise me,” I say as I flip through my new films on Apple TV. I must go on about these films more than I realised because it’s like my all-time favourites list, some I haven’t seen since my teens. How did he know? I put ‘The Secret of my Success’ on because I haven’t seen it in years. Then I take my jumper off carefully, still feeling like I’ve been run over, and settle down. I still feel so tired, maybe it’s all the painkillers.
Max comes back with coffee and sits on the sofa with me.
“Is your foot warm enough?” he asks. I frown. “I know it’s an odd question, but I always look at people with their toes sticking out of a cast and think they must get really cold.”
“It’s fine thank you.” I laugh. “What are we having for lunch?”
“Burgers. Is that okay?”
“Lovely.” He settles down with me to watch the film.
“Connie is coming later. I told her not to miss her painting class,” he says absently after a few minutes.
“Who are the flowers from?”
