“Good as can be,” he answered with a smile. “Everyone sends ye well wishes. They’ve all visited at some point when ye were sleepin’ off your coma, lazy bones.”
Hearing everyone was okay was a relief.
“Where is Bails? I’m surprised she’s not here with you.”
Bailey was like Elliot’s shadow; she had been from the time she was little.
“Australia,” Elliot said. “She lives in Australia. She moved away two years ago; she has a boyfriend there. We sort of had a fallin’ out, we don’t speak much any more.”
Shock tore through me.
“What?” I blinked. “Why? What the hell happened?”
“Things changed, Noah.” He shrugged, not looking me in the eye. “Me and me parents weren’t happy with her movin’ away to be with someone she met online, and she rebelled against us, I guess.”
I couldn’t believe it.
“Phone her,” I demanded. “Let me speak to her.”
“Can’t.” He cleared his throat. “We don’t have her number; she calls us when she wants to check in to let us know everything is okay. I . . . I spoke to her briefly yesterday; she won’t call again for a few months. That’s the way things are right now.”
I was flabbergasted beyond belief. That didn’t sound a thing like the Bailey I knew. She was close to her family, she adored Elliot, and she loved me just about as much as I loved her. I called her my sister and she called me hers. To think she could have fallen out with her family and moved halfway around the world was unbelievable . . . but the situation I’d awoken to was something I still couldn’t believe myself, so I couldn’t dismiss what Elliot said about his sister – no matter how much I wanted to.
“This is . . . I can’t wrap my head around this.”
“You will in time,” Elliot said softly. “It’s just a change ye weren’t expectin’.”
He was right about that.
“Has anyone else moved away?” I quizzed. “AJ?”
“AJ leave me side?” Elliot looked at me and grinned. “Not likely. That boy loves me.”
I snorted. “I’m glad to hear your bromance is still going strong.”
I looked at his face and couldn’t get past his beard, and when he noticed he huffed with laughter.
“Go ahead.” He waved his hand, amusement dancing in his eyes. “Get the slaggin’ underway, I’m sure ye’ve plenty to say about the beard. Don’t hold back, lemme hear it.”
With a grin I said, “It looks like a cat up and died on your mush.”
Elliot’s deep laughter made me smile, and my mum beamed as she came back to my side and handed me a tissue.
“Did ye lose a bet with AJ or something?” I continued, dabbing my cheeks until they were dry. “It seems like something he’d enjoy seeing on your face.”
“Ye wound me, woman,” he said, still grinning. “Believe it or not, it was me own choice to grow it out.”
“Make the choice to shave it off then, or trim it at least. You look like a bloody lumberjack or a Wookiee. Should I call you Chewbacca now?”
Elliot’s laughter made my stomach erupt with butterflies. God, I loved his laugh. It was full of life and always brought a smile to my face when I heard it. Even now I was beaming, though my head felt like it was splitting in two. His laughter made me feel better. He made me feel better.
“I’ll make ye a deal, I’ll trim me beard and keep up the maintenance if ye promise to take things easy while you’re recoverin’. What d’ye say to that, sasanach?”
Sasanach. The familiarity of the teasing nickname he’d always called me enveloped me like a warm, cosy blanket.
I winked. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Chewie.”
My dad returned as Elliot began to laugh again; he looked between the pair of us and his whole face seemed to light up. I guessed he liked the fact that Elliot was cheering me up. I liked it too.
“How are we feeling this morning?”
I looked at the doorway as a young nurse entered; her skin was fairer than mine and her hair was a sunset orange, tied up in a bun on the top of her head. She had a bright smile on her freckled face which I found comforting.
“Sore head,” I answered.
“Any other pain?”
I hesitated. “Honestly, I’m sore all over but it’s my head that’s the worst. My leg hurts like the devil too.”
“This medication is strong, so it’ll likely make you a little drowsy, but that’s no harm, you need plenty of rest.”
She moved to my right side, hung up an IV bag and connected it to a new line in my arm. A nurse must have put it in after I fell asleep last night.
“Is it normal for me to feel so sleepy?” I yawned. “I’ve been asleep for over two weeks.”
The nurse smiled. “You’ve been in a coma, honey. That’s not a regular sleep; your brain is recovering and the best way for it to do that is for you to—”
“Rest,” I finished with a grin. “I’ve got to get plenty of rest.”
“You’ve got it in one.”
I looked back to the hand Elliot was holding. He was squeezing it a little as he watched the nurse. He didn’t release his grip until she left the room.
“Hey,” I said, causing him to look up. “I’m okay, you know?”
“I know.”
He was lying, I could see that he was worried about me. It was in his eyes, and in Mum’s and Dad’s eyes too. I couldn’t imagine what it had been like for them to be told my memory was wiped. They must be feeling like they were walking on eggshells around me.
“Am I still in the ICU?”
“Yes,” Dad answered. “You’ll be moved to a different ward in a few days if your condition continues to improve.”
I nodded slowly, then I shifted and hissed when I felt a slight stinging in between my legs.
“Between my legs.” I winced. “What is that?”
Elliot lifted up the blanket before I finished speaking. He moved my gown up my legs,
