Once Doctor Russell got word of my recovery, she ordered me to return to
the hospital for some more tests. I wanted to spend time with Charity, but I went
anyway.
I didn't expect to see Kay there.
I thought about the way I had treated her last night. What she had done was
manipulative but I understood where she came from. I would do the same for the
one I love.
I went up to her.
"Hi, Kay," I said.
She looked up, surprised. "Hi," she said.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her.
"My arm has been hurting ever since your accident. Doctor Russell said
she'd look at it. It really hurts."
"Wait, what?" I asked. "YOUR arm hurts because of MY accident? I don't
get it."
"Of course you don't!" Kay exclaimed. "You were unconscious by the time I
jumped into that ditch after you. I didn't hit go unconscious like you did, but I did
severely hurt my arm. I didn't pay attention to my pain, though. I was too worried
about you. But now, the pain has worsened." She held her arm, grimacing at its
discomfort.
I scratched my head. "You jumped into the ditch after me?"
"Of course, Miguel," Kay said. "I wouldn't think twice about it."
I looked at her, confused.
Everything Kay had just said and done these past few months had changed
my perspective of her. She was willing to hurt herself just so she could save me! She
would lie and make me believe that she was my girlfriend, just so she could spend
time with me! That was a bit harsh but it was based on love.
Kay loves me, I realized. It hit me like lightning. That's why, after three
years, she still was upset that she wasn't my girlfriend and that Charity was. That is
why she was the first person there for me when I woke up from my coma. She was
the one that helped me remember everything. She was the one that had helped me
through everything and anything when we were kids growing up.
I must admit, being Kay's "boyfriend" for three months wasn't such a drag. I
had a great time with her. She was so loving and fun.
Maybe I belong with Kay, I thought to myself. Charity does love me, but love
is not always enough. She will never do what Kay has done for me. Committment is
very important to me, and no one has ever committed to me as Kay has.
I looked at Kay again, but in a new light.
"I'm sorry for yesterday," I told her.
"It's ok, Miguel," she said. "You had a right to be mad, after all ...."
I put my finger to her lips. "Shhh," I said.
She stared at me, surprised.
"Miguel?" She asked softly.
I took my finger away from her lips, and brought my lips to it instead.
We kissed for a long minute. This was our first kiss free of lies and deceit. No
more secrets. No more manipulations. Life would be great now. KAY AND I would
be great now. Together.
I looked at her and smiled.
"I love you," she said.
"I love you, too," I answered, as I reached in for another kiss.