Iย took off my glasses and pinched the bridge of my nose, setting theย book down on the table by Brandonโs hospital bed. โSorry, I gotta take a break.ย Shantaramย is long, man.โ
It would take me a month to read it to him, but it was the book heโd started at the station before the accident, and I knew heโd want to hear it.
It only took me a minute before my thoughts slid back to Kristen. My mind always slid back to Kristen.
At least at work I had distractions. I picked up extra shifts when I could so I wouldnโt be at home, staring at the walls of my studio, thinking about her or worrying about Brandon. I went to the gym on my days off after visiting the hospital. I went all day sometimes. Iโd unpacked my apartment, bought a couch and a TV. Tried to stay busy.
But inevitably, no matter what I was doing, I was thinking about her.
And now, without the book to read, sitting there with Brandon in the middle of the night, I had nothing to do but think.
I checked my watch: 2:12 a.m. I pictured Kristen, sleeping on her side under her flower bedspread. Her hand tucked under her favorite pillowโthe one with the beige flannel pillowcase. Stuntman Mike curled up on top of the blanket in the tangle of her legs. The clock on her nightstand giving me just enough light to see her long lashes across her smooth cheeks.
I mentally pulled the blanket up to her chin and kissed her forehead and saw her eyes flutter open as she smiled at me.
Fuck, I missed her.
โI wish you could talk to me,โ I said to Brandon. โTell me what to do. I need you to wake up and straighten me out. Or even better, wake up and straightenย herย out.โ
I dragged a hand down my face. When I saw her today, it just confirmed what I already knew. I wasnโt ever going to get over her. I wasnโt ever going toย notย miss her.
She was punishing me for a crime I didnโt even know Iโd committed. For things I had said and things I wanted before I knew what theyโd mean later. Every comment had been a nail in the board across the door sheโd closed on me.
โI donโt even know how to begin to convince her,โ I said. โShe wonโt even speak to me.โ I snorted. โLeave it to me to be in love with the worldโs most stubborn woman.โ
I tried to think about what Brandonโs response to this would be. He was always so level-headed. He would know what to do.
The more I tried to sway her, the further she distanced herself. The more I told her I loved her, the more she shut down. And I didnโt know how to stop it.
I leaned forward, my elbows on my knees, and I peered around the cold, sterile room. Beige walls. Gray machines around the bed. Some I recognized, some I didnโt. The only sounds at the late hour were the faint jingle of a phone ringing in the nursesโ station, the ping of an elevator, the faraway sound of the wheels of a cart, and the gentle beep of Brandonโs vital signs monitor.
They wouldnโt allow any flowers or personal items in the ICU, but Sloan had snuck in an engagement photo. It sat on the table next to the bed. Her and Brandon on the beach, the surf crashing around their feet, her tattooed arm over his shoulder, them looking at each other. Both of them laughing.
I looked back at him and sighed. โYouโre going to have some gnarly scars, buddy.โ Theyโd started the skin grafts for the road rash on his arm. โBut youโll get to do everything you planned to do with your life. One of us is going to get the girl. Iโll help you any way I can. Even if I have to wheel your ass to the altar.โ
I could picture his smile. With any luck Iโd see it in a few hours. A knock on the door frame turned me around in my chair.
โHey, cutie.โ Valerie came into the room for her vitals check. She turned the lights up, and I stood and stretched.
As if sleeping in a chair wasnโt hard enough, the activity every two hours was the final kicker. I wouldnโt call anything I did on these overnight shifts sleeping. Maybe napping, but not sleeping. Every two hours Brandon was moved. They checked his airways, changed out bags, looked at his vitals. I donโt know how Sloan was handling doing this almost nightly for the last three weeks.
Sloan was a good woman. Iโd always liked her, but now sheโd earned my respect, and I was grateful Brandon and Kristen had her.
โDid you decide what day you want to bring the kids to the station?โ I asked Valerie, yawning.
She cycled the blood pressure cuff on Brandonโs arm and smiled. โIโm thinking Tuesday. You on shift Tuesday?โ
โYup.โ
She wrote down some notes on Brandonโs chart and then gave me a raised eyebrow. โAny updates with your lady friend?โ
I laughed a little. โNo.โ
The whole nursing staff knew about my depressing love life. Iโd gotten hit on a few too many times by some of the younger nurses. I couldnโt claim to have a girlfriend, and I wasnโt married, so it was either โIโm gayโ or โIโm in love with that girl over there.โ
Iโd gone with the latter, and now I wished Iโd said I was gay.
They didnโt know why Kristen wouldnโt date me, just that she wouldnโt. It had turned into the favorite topic of the ICU. A real-life episode ofย Greyโs Anatomy. I rarely got through a Brandon visit without it coming up.
The drama escalated when Kristen had been hit on by the nursesโ favorite single orthopedic surgeon. According to the nursesโ gossip circuit, Kristen told him to go fuck himself.
And apparently sheโd actually said, โGo fuck yourself.โ After that everyone was sure she was holding out for me. Only I knew better.
Valerie checked Brandonโs temperature. โYou know, I told that girl myself sheโs nuts. You know what she said to me?โ
I arched an eyebrow. โWhat?โ
โShe said, โJust because a man gives you the best sex of your life doesnโt
mean you need to date his ass.โ Lawd, I just about died,โ she snickered.
I snorted. Yup, that sounded like Kristen. Well, at least Iโd doneย somethingย right.
Valerie chuckled to herself while she checked Brandonโs pulse. โHeโs coming out tomorrow. I bet youโre all getting pretty excited.โ
I rubbed the back of my neck. โThis has been a really tough few weeks.โ โHeโs gonna do great.โ
She changed out the bag on his IV drip. Then she pulled out a small light from her breast pocket, clicked it on, and opened his right eye. โYou know, a lot of the nurses are gonna miss the steady stream of cute firemen coming through heโโ
She paused.
She opened his other eye and shone the light into his pupil. She cleared her throat as she clicked the light off and slipped it back in her pocket. โWe sure are going to miss you guys.โ She picked up his chart.
She didnโt look at me. Her tone changed. Her body changed. Iโd done that change myself on the scene of a call.
Something is wrong.
โWhat is it?โ
She didnโt answer me.
I pulled out my cell phone and turned on the flashlight. I leaned over Brandon and opened his eye while Valerie watched me wordlessly.
My breath caught in my throat. โNo.ย No!ย โ
I looked at the other eye, and my hands started to shake. I stumbled back from the bed and knocked into my chair, dropping my cell phone to the floor with a clatter.
Valerie looked at me, and we exchanged a moment of understanding. His pupils were blown.
They were large black marbles in his eyes.