Tensing, he sighs. “It’s getting rescheduled.”
“That’s better than nothing, right?” I try to lighten the mood, but knowing him, I don’t think anything will ever take his guilt away. “At least there’s still going to be a show.”
“I let everyone down. People flew from all over the world for this show.”
Leaning my elbow on his chest, with my chin in hand, I give him my sternest look. “Health always comes first, and youneedrest. If they don’t accept that, then fuck them.” I shrug, wanting to protect and cradle him in my arms forever. “They aren’t your real fans.”
“I like your possessive side. Can she make an appearance more often?” he says with a flirty tone, still having high spirits.
Nudging my nose against his, I catch him by surprise when I blow a raspberry on his cheek.
“Wait till I’m out of this bed.”
FIFTY-FIVE
ELIJAH
Turns out, mixing two substances and almost drowning at night is not fun.
Not fun at all.
It’s actually fucking terrifying, to say the least.
But I’m fucking alive, and that’s all that matters.
What does feel a little good is how much attention I’m getting. From everyone offering to fetch me something to eat or drink, to driving me around, and sitting by my bedside to keep me company. Not that I’m ever going to admit this, but feeling loved feels good.
Kinda fucked up, I know.
I’m the littlest sibling after all.
“I’m your mother,” Mom says suddenly, poking her head in the room without any warning.
Jumping, I drop the paperback I’ve been busying myself with on my lap and lose my page. Damn it.
Dumbfounded, I chuckle nervously. “Thanks for clearing that up for me. The meds made me think otherwise.”
“I’m not playing around here.” Stopping at the foot of my bed, she looks down at me, disappointed. “I know how much food I put here. So, why is there food still on your plate?”
“Because I couldn’t possibly fit more chicken in my stomach after having three plates.”
“Food is your strength,” she stresses, gathering the garbage accumulating on my nightstand from my demanded mental rest.
“And I’m eating a lot of it,” I reassure her, picking up my book and trying to find the last page I read.
“I just want you well,agapi mou,” she stresses, sitting at the foot of my bed. “Months of traveling takes a toll not only physically, but mentally. If you need more rest before starting back up, you need to communicate that to Fay.”
“I’m feeling better, Mom.” I sit up, trying to display what’s coming out of my mouth. “If anything, I feel like resting at home is making me more tired.”
She shakes her head. “I would have liked it if you’d stayed in the hospital longer. Their care was the best.”
My mouth drops. “I was there for an entire week. If they’d wanted to keep me longer, I would have broken out.” I laugh like I’m kidding, but I’m not.
I despised lying in that bed for so long. My ass would get numb every hour.
Plus, they kicked Lily out right when visiting hours ended.
That would make me grumpy.
