I woke up around 4:30 in the morning. Jimi was still laying in the tiny hospital bed with me, with his arms wrapped me. I was really uncomfortable and I was shifting around as carefully as possible so I didn't wake Jimi. I readjusted myself into a better position and attempted to go to back to sleep. Then I felt Jimi start to stir. I felt him sit up a little. I looked up at him. He kissed my forehead.
"How long have you been awake?" He whispered.
"Not long" I whispered back.
"It's 4:30 in the morning. You should go back to sleep" He whispered and kissed my forehead again.
"I can't fall back asleep" I said.
"Do you want me to get up to give you more room?" he asked and sat up.
"No" I said quickly.
"Babe you need to sleep" he said.
"Please don't get up, please." I said in a tearful whisper. I wanted his arms around me. It was the only place I really felt safe.
"Ok..ok" he said calmly when he sensed the hint of panic in my voice. He gently wrapped his arms around me again.
I have no idea what my problem is. I have this attachment to Jimi, like every time he leaves to go to the bathroom, I start freak out. I have no idea why I freak out either. Is it because I am afraid to lose him? I had this dream earlier where Jimi was in the car with me when the accident happened. That could be why I keep freaking out every time he leaves the room. I nuzzle into Jimi a little more and he kisses the top of my head.
A few hours have passed and the doctor came in to do a neuro checkup. Jimi climbed out of the bed and I sat up. The doctor finished her exam.
"Alright Karen, your neuro exam checks out and I'm going to discharge you. But you need to take it easy. You're probably going to feel light headed at times and have headaches for the next few days. Keep an eye on your scratches and bruises. Make sure you keep that scrape on your arm clean. I'll send home some dressing and bandages for you. Make sure you get plenty of rest" she said.
"Alright, thank you so much Dr. Smith" I said.
"Thank you so much" Jimi repeated and shook her hand.
"I'm going to go grab those discharge papers" she said and walked out of the room.
"I am so ready to go home" I said and looked at Jimi.
"Me too" he said and grabbed my hand.
The doctor came back in and handed me the papers to fill out. I signed what I needed to and then got up and changed my clothes. I walked into the bathroom that was attached to my room. I didn't realize how sore I was until I was putting on my jeans. I was taking a while to get dressed. Jimi knocked on the door to the bathroom.
"How's it going in there, babe?" he asked.
"Fine" I said with a little pain in my voice.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm just a little sore" I said. I finally finished getting dressed and walked back out into the room.
"Ready to go home?" he asked and reached for my hand.
"I have never been more ready" I said with a laugh.
A nurse came in with a wheel chair.
"Do I really have use the wheel chair?" I asked.
"It's hospital policy ma'am. Just until you reach the doors, then you can walk" she said.
"Just, sit down babe and let me wheel you out to the car" Jimi said and kissed my cheek.
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How It's Supposed to Be
FanfictionKaren Fairchild has just been through a painful divorce. She appears to be fine on the outside, but on the inside she is drowning. She thought she knew what happiness and true love was. She thought she had what every girl dreamed of, until it all we...
