Chapter Seven – You Promised
My eyes slowly fluttered open, the rhythmic beeping around me drilling into my head. I groaned trying to focus on the world around me. "Hey Remy, your finally awake," Jack announced as he rested his warm hand on the side of my cheek.
"Jack…wha …wha… I …"
"Remy, its okay you're still in bed, you have been for a while, don't worry."
"Why is the room beeping," I asked my vision finally clearing.
"You had to have an IV."
"Can you hand me my glasses Jack."
"Yep," he turned around grabbed my glasses off the desk and handed them to me.
"Thank you."
"Um hum." I lifted myself into sitting position. Jack crawled up onto the bed and lay down on his stomach between the wall and I.
"I freaked out when you didn't wake up," I laughed.
"I didn't mean to scare you, how long was I out for."
"Almost two days … that doctor of yours is so fucking pissed." I just looked down at my hand, the IV sticking out of a bruised vein.
"Why aren't you happy Remy?"
"Bobby can't keep his mouth shut."
"Your Grandma can't."
"Oh."
"Why?" I sighed.
"Because Jack I don't want you to suffer for my pain."
"What… I won't."
"What are you going to do when I die Jack?"
"You won't."
"Yes Jack I will," I cried in frustration. He didn't understand.
"The doctor's can save you Remy. Why won't you let them help you?"
"I don't want to die with no hair in a hospital bed." He laughed, he wasn't taking my seriously.
"I thought you hated your pink hair," he joked. I smirked and stuck my tongue out at him. He grinned crawling under my comforter's. I lay back down and began playing with his hair. He laid his head on my chest and listened to my heart beat.
"You promised you wouldn't leave me Remy," he started counting each beat.
"Jack what you are doing."
"Playing doctor."
"Are you going to save me?"
"Yep," he sat up and pressed his lips to mine.
"Jack," I said against his lips.
"Yes Remy?"
"One condition."
"Anything," I grinned and pushed him off the side of the bed.
Three days later and I was getting lectured by a know-it-all doctor who was informing me of my currant state of health. "Now listen to me Remy, NO dying your hair again understand, and I HIGHLY recommend that you start going to the hospital for Chemotherapy so that we can stop the cancer from spreading and so that maybe you will finally rid yourself of the disease …," I lost track after that, Bobby's facial expression's of mock seriousness was way too amusing to ignore.
"Alright Remy we can take you off the IV now." Doctor Matthews ripped the IV out of my hand.
"OUCH THAT HURT!"
"It'll be fine, I'm serious Chemo will help," he said taking his machines and needles out of my room and downstairs to talk to my Grandma.
"Does Remy have a BOO-BOO," Bobby teased. I threw a pillow at his head but he dodged it just in time.
"Shut up Bobby," Jack said from his spot on the floor where he was writing a new song.
"Jesus Fairy how about you…"
"BOBBY!"
"WHAT?"
"Leave Jack alone!"
"You know its funny Remy."
"Your face is funny Bobby."
"Whatever what do you want from the store for dinner," Bobby asked.
"Frozen Pepperoni Pizza, Mountain Dew, CANDY and some um…"
"Got enough sugar."
"And anything else like um get some breaded ravioli that stuff kicks ass."
"For what?"
"And Texas toast, appetizers DUH."
"Okay let me get this straight…"
"Just take Grams with you or Jerry."
"Whatever you say," Bobby walked out of the room grumbling to him self. Jack just looked at me. The doctor said I was supposed to stay in bed for at least to more days. oh what a joy. He put down his guitar came over and sat between my legs.
"Jack what the hell?" he leaned over and started kissing my neck.
"Wow someone's very friendly."
"Remy."
"Wha…" he shut me up with a kiss. Soon my legs were wrapped around his waist and my tank top was on the carpet.
Jack rolled his eyes as I giggled uncontrollably. "You're amazing," I panted from loss of air.
"Right."
"I CALL TIME OUT OLLY, OLLY OXEN FREE!" Jack just rolled over burying his head under a pillow.
"UH don't ignore me." he mumbled something but I couldn't quite make it out. I shrugged and gradually started putting my clothes back on. I picked up Jack's clothes and through them on top of his head.
"You're not supposed to get out of bed," Jack said putting on his boxers and jeans.
"Ugh you wouldn't believe how restless I am right now."
"You … just come lay down." I stumbled over and sat on his bare stomach.
"Rawr!"
"Oh I'm terrified."
"You should be."
"I'm shaking in my bunny slippers."
"HA-HA what's taking Bobby so long?"
"He can't find your toast."
"Easy on the Mountain Dew Remy, your going to give your self a heart attack," Bobby said watching as I gulped down an entire can, well my third.
"I'm parched." Jack was laughing like a mad man next to me; Bobby had managed to purchase everything I wanted with Gram's help of course. They also rented us a ton of horror movies. Jack had carried me down to the living room where we played an intense game of Go Fish and Hearts. Now we're all piled on to the brown floral couch stuffing our faces with my mastermind feast and watching The Shining.
