Chapter Six – I'm Okay
"Remy dear, please come down stairs," my grandmother's voice echoed from the kitchen. I carefully got up from my position on the bed where I had spent the last three days. My head spun and my legs were shaking. Jack had tried to call me at least five times each day but I refused to speak a word. I slowly entered the kitchen weak from lack of food and movement.
"You need to eat," said the old woman as she set down the dish towel and lead me to the table. She went back over to the stove and poured me a bowl of chicken noodle soup.
"Thanks grams," I mumbled through dry and cracked lips. She sighed and sat next to me watching as I slowly lifted a spoonful of soup to my mouth.
"Are you mad at Jack," she asked cautiously.
"No," I said taking in a deep breath of air.
"Then what's wrong?"
"I do miss him though," I said hoarsely.
"Then why won't you answer his calls."
"…He's been …acting …weird."
"Has he been?"
"Yes," I croaked.
"Your face looks much better."
"Yeah."
"Um hum."
"That's good."
"Very."
"IS REMY OUT OF HER ROOM YET," Bobby's voice filled the still air.
"Yes she is Bobby," my grandma replied as I shook my head at her not wanting to see him.
"Hey kid," he said coming up and sitting beside me after ruffling my already messy hair. Grams got up and went upstairs leaving us to talk.
"Eat kid its good for you."
"I am."
"You okay."
"No."
"Oh."
"Where's Jack?"
"In the living room."
"Tell him to come here."
"JACK COME …"
"Eh," I groaned at his load bellowing.
"Oh sorry kid."
"Uh." Jack sat down on the opposite side of me looking as if he hadn't slept in weeks.
"Hi," I whispered with a half hearted smile.
"Hey," he replied offering me his hand. I reached over and held it then carefully laying my head on the table.
"I'm tired."
"Haven't you slept enough?" asked Bobby.
"No."
"Finish you soup."
"Not hungry."
"I'll take care of her," Jack insisted as he picked me up and carried me upstairs. My legs wrapped around his waist and arms around his neck. He laid me down on my bed.
"I'll be right back k." I nodded. He came back a few minutes later with an extra comforter and pillows. Covering me with blankets he lay down beside me and started playing with my fingers.
"I'll be okay Jackie," I said quietly but got no response.
Grams came in after a while and said she was going to call the doctor and have him come take a look at me. I hated hospitals always have, so the doctors agreed that doing medical things at home was best. Jack watched my chest rise and fall as if he was worried I would just all of a sudden stop breathing.
"Jack?"
"Yeah."
"I'm okay." He just nodded. I closed my eyes sleep tugging on my broken thoughts.
