Mine

Chapter Forty Three

When I wake up I'm still in Dirk's arms, and he's still passed out. I take a few minutes to wake up and look at him. He looks to tired. Even in sleep his eyes seems to have bags under them. I run my fingers through his hair and he lets out a content little sigh. I admire him for another few minutes before I unroll myself from the blankets and head to the kitchen. I make myself some toast and check the time. I'm surprised how long we slept. It wasn't that late when we got home yesterday, yet we slept until the next morning. I nibble on my toast and stare out the kitchen window. My leg is starting to hurt, but I don't know where Dirk put my medicine for it.

When I'm done my toast I head into the bathroom and look for pain relievers in the medicine cabinet. I take some and then go back to Dirk's room. I don't feel a hundred percent better though. My leg is still hurting and it's only getting worse. I curl up next to Dirk again and he naturally wraps his arms around me still sleeping. I don't want to wake him, and I'm sure it won't get too much worse if I wait awhile. I let myself fall back into a light sleep with Dirk.

I wake up maybe a half hour later and I can't put off waking Dirk anymore. It hurts more than I was expecting. I start shaking his shoulder and his eyebrows twitch. "Dirk? Wake up please."

"I am awake." He mumbles. His eyes don't open and his arms only hold me tighter.

"My leg hurts. Can you tell me where-" Dirk sits up and rubs his eyes.

"I got it. It's in the cabinet above the sink."

"I can get it, go back to sleep."

"No, please let me." He starts to get up and I sigh. There's never much point in fighting with him. He'll be back soon enough anyway.

It actually takes him a few minutes to come back, and when he does he's brought a plate with grilled cheese and a glass of orange juice. "Here you go."

"I didn't need all that."

"Suppose to take with food."

"I ate toast earlier."

"Well this is now, and that was then."

"Yeah literally like a half hour ago."

"Just eat Dave." I take the plate and start eating the grilled cheese. When I'm done I drink about half of the orange juice. I set everything on the nightstand and look around for Dirk. I hadn't noticed him leaving. I lay back down and wrap myself up in his blankets again. But after a few minutes I get lonely. I take the plate and glass to the kitchen and on my way I see Dirk is in the bathroom brushing his teeth. Once my plate and glass are in the sink I head into the bathroom and lean against his shoulder. "Yes Dave?"

"I want to shower."

"You've got to wrap up that cast really well in plastic first."

"Help me?"

"Of course. Just give two seconds and find three plastic bags."

"Ok." I leave Dirk to search the apartment for plastic bags. I hit the jackpot in Dirk's room, and again under the futon. Some of his robot parts come in plastic bags I guess. Maybe he picks them up at stores and they get put in plastic bags. Well whatever. There's also some bags that come with fast food. I guess he hasn't been eating healthy. I put my findings on the kitchen table and look through them for clean ones. Any that look dirty I throw out. It still gives me a pile of about fifteen. I pick a random three and smash the other ones into one of the larger bags.

Our apartment is pretty clean. Besides the pile of bags under the futon there really isn't a mess. The carpets and furniture aren't stained. The tables are always clean there's never any water marks from glasses. Even when Dirk's robotics hobby gets a little crazy he only takes up a small area. I'm surprised how clean it really is. I'm going to miss it too. I want to move to Hollywood, but I'll lose this apartment when I do and so will Dirk. I mean we'll be able to make new memories, but I'm not going to want to leave my old ones.