'You didn't call me? Seth?' The fact that she couldn't communicate her frustration with anything except her voice angered her further. 'Are you still there? I'm can't believe…SETH?'
At the hospital Seth was rolling his eyes at the ceiling and he started to blow into the mouth piece.
'Oh…pshhhhh…mum? I'm losing you….phflusshhhh…'
'Seth do not even attempt to use that on me.' His mother's voice had become quiet and seemed to Seth even more deadly. He decided the conversation should end as quickly as possible.
'Ok sorry. Wait- Ryan, what was that?' Ryan had left the hospital half an hour ago but, thought Seth, his mother wasn't to know that.
'Oh, mum, I'm going to have to leave you. Apparently there's a sign saying no mobile phones allowed. So I guess that means the end of this happy conversation- I feel it was turning sour anyway. I'll see you later then.' Kirsten stood with the phone against her ear for a few seconds after he had hung up, trying to get her annoyance at her son out of her head and think clearly what he said that was of interest. Sandy's leg..that was it. She put the phone in her pocket and hurried to the front door. As she neared it, the door opened and Ryan came in. She raised her hand at him in greeting, feeling slightly puzzled because she could have sworn that Seth had been speaking to him about 3 minutes ago. However, by the time she had realised the outright lie Seth had told her, she had pulled out of the drive and was heading towards the hospital for the sixth time in 2 days- the sixth and hopefully, she prayed, the last time.
'Hi, Kirsten Cohen. Here to see my husband.' The receptionist stared unblinkingly at her screen, her fingers darting around the keyboard.
'Er…..' she said, still not looking up. Kirsten raised her eyebrows.
'Erm…' This time she raised her head and after blinking owlishly as if to adjust from computer-mode to real-life, she addressed Kirsten.
'He's not on the register. Which means he's not in the ward.' Kirsten was about to utter an impatient question but the receptionist continued.
'In fact, he's right there.' Her hand shot up from the keyboard as if some magnetic force had been overcome and pointed behind Kirsten.
Sandy was making very slow progress up the corridor towards her; he was on crutches and was obviously finding it hard to balance. However as soon as he saw her she could see this was not dampening his spirits.
'Hey baby! I think the wheelchair option might actually have been better.' She smiled at him as he hopped towards her and took his small bag from the nurse walking beside him.
Getting into the car took a record amount of time but eventually Sandy was seated in the passenger seat with the crutches on his lap.
'It's actually much easier without the crutches, I just use them to please the nurses. Anything to get out of that place…' Kirsten put her hand on his thigh and he placed his on top of it.
'Are you ok?' he asked gently, seeing the marks on her face were still obvious.
'Yeah. I'm ok. I missed you.' He pulled her head towards his and kissed the top of it.
'It's going to be fine now.'
'Mum! And dad, too! What a joyous occasion this is- the family back together as one. And we're not even missing a leg.' Seth followed this by offering his services as a human crutch, but when Sandy took up the offer he immediately shrank away, complaining of back pains. Ryan enquired as to how his leg actually was.
'Well, it has feeling which is a good start. But it's not very strong- definitely not ready to hold my full weight yet; it takes many a year to build up to that. No, they say it should be fully recovered in about a fortnight. No surfing for at least that time.' He sighed unhappily.
'So, when I wake up you'll actually be there? Wow, Sandy. That will be nice.' Said Kirsten, and she gave an arm to her husband to help him upstairs.
'Parents, I think it's bed time. I am master of the house until you're both recovered. When you are we can go back to the dictatorship but now I want to enjoy my freedom.' Called Seth.
'Exploit your freedom, more like.' Muttered Sandy, panting as he hopped up the final step. 'But actually I think bed might be the best thing. How about you?' They reached the bedroom and Sandy sat thankfully down on the bed. He put his arms round her waist and pulled her onto his lap.
'Sandy, your leg?'
'Baby, it's not as if you weigh anything.' She leant forward and rested her arms on his shoulders, closing her eyes as his lips grazed lightly over her face. His hands moved under her top and up her back, making her skin shiver.
'I..love you.' They fell back onto the bed, forgetting everything that had happened in the last few days as they became absorbed in each other.
The end. (I think...) sorry about not updating. There will be a new story soon, hopefully. thankyou so much reviewers