I'm Sorry
I was in the kitchen making myself eggs for my egg sandwich when I felt strong arms engulf me from behind. I smiled as I turned in his arms. "Morning," I smiled, as he kissed me. It wasn't just a playful one, it had more passion and intensity behind it. It hit me when he smiled at me after he broke the kiss. "Oh," I said smartly.
He smiled my favorite cocky smile. "That's your clue," he said.
"How much more do you remember?" I asked hugging him close.
"It ended on our two year anniversary, I think. I took you to a dock and we had a picnic at night, under the stars, on a boat," he laughed.
I laughed too, remembering what happened that night. I hugged him harder. I broke off suddenly and flipped my eggs. He laughed at me because they almost burned. "Only three more years left," I murmured. "Want some eggs?" I asked.
"Sure."
I cooked him some eggs, then I sat down in the living room, turned the TV on and ate my egg sandwich. I finished and then my cellphone rand, I groaned then ran to go it. Stark stayed in the living room. Turns out I left my phone in the bathroom, haha. It was a number I didn't recognize.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hello Mrs. Redbird, this is Dr. Shat."
"Oh okay, hi."
"I'm terribly sorry Mrs. Redbird, I miscalculated. We are going to have to bring Stark in for chemo today or his chances for living will dwindle very fast."
"You! Miscalculated?"
"Yes, I am so sorry."
"Okay, but when can we come in." Stark was coming to find me, he must have heard me shout.
"In about an hour if you could, we'll get it all set up, then you can go home again. I'm so terribly sorry."
"Okay, in an hour. Goodbye."
"Goodbye."
I hung up the phone and looked at Stark with sad and tired eyes. "What?" he said nervously.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes. I pulled back and said, "We got to go back to the hospital. You have to get more chemo or else you won't survive the cancer they said. I was hoping you would have more time to get your memories back, but I love you with or without you memories. Plus I'd rather have you alive and memoryless than dead and know everything," I said with a forced laugh. Then I wrapped my arms around him again, and his strong arms came and hugged me around my waist. I knew I was kinda being a baby, being needy and all, but this was tearing me apart. I pulled apart and he bent down to kiss me again. It was sweet this time, but still had the intensity. We broke apart and then he went to go change, then I went to go take a shower.
I grabbed my towel and dried off. Then headed to the bedroom where all my clothes were. I put on a comfy pair of dark wash jeans, a while undershirt, then a long sleeve dark blue shirt. I sighed and brushed out my hair, and put on some pearly eyeshadow. Then I shut the bedroom door behind me; it was time to go. "Stark," I called, not knowing where he was, "time to go."
He came down the hallway from the laundry room a minute later. I grabbed his hand and we walked to the front door, and then to my car.
I checked us in at the front desk and then a nurse met us in the hospital room. She set up and IV that poured the chemo into his body. Then she said she'll be back in a while to take it out. When she left I had a sinking feeling that we would be doing this for a long time. I guess that was better than the alternative... for now.
"Wait fifteen minutes and I'll be puking my guts up," he laughed, but his eyes said a different story.
I looked at him sympathetically. "It'll be okay," I tried to sooth him.
"We'll be okay," he corrected me pulling me to sit on the bed with him.
"We'll be okay," I repeated, then leaned against his shoulder.
Sure enough, fifteen minutes into it I opened my eyes, looked to Stark, and grabbed the basket by the bed. I thrust it under his mouth just in time for him to throw up. I brushed his hair back off his forehead and put my hand on his back. He stopped finally, breathing heavily. I took the basket from him and gave him a small cup of water. He handed it back to me after he took a sip. I kissed him on the forehead and made him lean back onto the bed. He pulled me back mumbling something about if he's going down, I'm going too. I didn't resist, just laid back into the bed with him. I rubbed his arm and kissed his cheek as he closed his eyes.
"I will always love you," I whispered into his ear, but he was already asleep.
What'd ya think? I think this was okay, I promise to write more next chapter! :)
