A new face after the race

Chapter 42

Lucky brought a bag with him, as he walked to Emily's room, on his way to check on her during his lunch. He opened the door and found an empty bed. He dropped the bag in the chair and stayed calm. He felt Emily's presence, he could tell by her smell. She was here, just not in the bed, where she should be.

"Emily?" He called out in the room. He looked around the room, and soon found some dark brown hair sticking out of the other side of the bed. Emily must be sitting on the floor. Why he didn't know, and he couldn't figure out why, but she was.

He walked over to the other side of the bed, and found Emily. She was sitting on the floor, just as guessed, with her hospital gown on, it stopping at mid-thighs. Like as if she was wearing one of her mini-skirts, which he loved to distraction. He ignored that though, because he rather found Emily's long legs too tempting to resist.

"Emily." He called again, and Emily looked up at Lucky in surprise. Their eyes met, before Emily turned away, back to the window.

"Lucky, you startled me." Emily told him.

"Sorry, I should have realized that you were deep in thought when I came in and got no answer the first time." Lucky took a seat on the floor, next to Emily.

Emily said nothing, but allowed Lucky to pull her close into an embrace. Her head was on his chest and his head was on her head. It was of a comfort to her.

"So, is there any particular reason why were sitting on the floor?" Lucky asked, once he was comfortable enough, which was on a floor which was far from comfortable, as he could.

"No one said you had to join me." Emily murmured leading him to believe something was wrong. He hoped it wasn't him, and he didn't think it was, if she was happily into his proximity. Unless she was waiting to strike, of course, but he took his chances.

"No, your right let me rephrase that. Is there any particular reason why you are on the floor instead of that comfortable bed up there?" Lucky asked, hoping she wouldn't fight him today for answers. He really didn't want to play the guessing game today.

"Which reason would you like?" Emily asked, telling him there was more than one.

"Tell me all of them." Lucky said, really glad she wasn't fighting him emotionally, the only good part of the aftermath of the accident. Not that it was good anyway; he just liked how she relied on him and didn't fight him so much. It was tiring.

"I wanted to close the shades, the sun was too much." Lucky waited for another reason. "And I wanted to see if I could walk. I can't." Emily replied, cluing him in now to her sudden disappointment.

She didn't have the strength to walk apparently and was visibly upset about it. She felt she was too vulnerable again. Without the ability to walk, she was though, she was practically defenseless, and something she isn't use to.

"Em," Lucky responded, comforting her. "That's expected. You don't yet have the strength to walk, it'll come soon though, I promise. You just can't expect yourself to have the ability to walk just yet. You need some more time to heal." Lucky explained, gently.

Emily pushed him away. "I don't want to wait and I don't want any stupid promises, I want to walk now!" Emily showed some anger at herself and gave out some frustration on him. She was about to break again, he could see it. She was tired of feeling this way; it was starting to show more, by the day.

Lucky took her in his arms again, as she sobbed, soaking his shirt a bit, but he could care less about his shirt. It'll dry eventually. The fragile package in his arms was worth more, much more.

Emily eventually calmed. "You can't rush your healing Em; you need to give yourself time to heal on your own. But of course, the bad patient here disagrees." Lucky brought some humor in, bringing back his comment from a few days ago.

Emily gave a small laugh and dried her eyes. "Your one to talk Spencer, since when have you been a good patient?" Emily taunted him.

"Okay, you have a point there. Our stubbornness makes us one of the most unruly patients ever." Lucky agreed to Emily's point. He's been to the doctor and the hospital a lot and not one time had he been considered a "good" patient.

Silence fell between them and they enjoyed the time together, in each other's arms. Eventually, Lucky knew they had to get off the floor. For one thing it was really uncomfortable, and two the doctor or the nurse on call, finding Emily wasn't in bed would freak.

"Okay, its time to get off the floor." Lucky announced and stood up, Emily in his arms, one under her legs, the other on her back area, without a warning.

"Lucky! What do you think you are doing?" Emily asked, alarmed. She locked her hands around his neck in fear of him dropping her.

Lucky laughed at her alarming question, finding, holding her like this was really enjoyable. He also liked scaring her like that, her reaction was even better. It brought her even closer to him. He'd have to do it more often.

"Emily, chill, I'm not going to drop you. I'm just putting you back in the bed." Lucky told her and laughed some more, dropping her on the bed.

Emily gave him a dirty look and covered herself with the blanket. "There are other ways to put a person who can't walk in a bed, you know." She said a little annoyed, but he knew she enjoyed it as much as him.

"I know I just found that way more appealing." Lucky said and sat on the edge of the bed.

Emily rolled her eyes and scoffed. Lucky loved it anyway. Lucky changed the subject. "Did you eat yet?" Lucky asked, motioning toward the meal on the night stand near her.

"I ate a little." Emily shrugged as if it was unimportant. Lucky didn't bring up the subject that was a conversation for another hour. He didn't want her annoyed at him for the moment.

Emily noticed the bag sitting in the chair. "What's the bag for?" She was immediately suspicious, and gave him a look that said it.

Lucky was confused for a second. The bag, what bag? Oh that bag. He thought. He wasn't going to bring that up just yet, but since Emily noticed and was already suspicious, he had to answer.

"That bag is a surprise for you when I feel you deserve it." Lucky said cryptically.

"When I deserve it? What do I have to do, kick you off this bed?" Emily threatened, and made movements to do so, but Lucky leaped off the bed before she got the chance to do so.

Lucky now stood and walked over to the bag. He brought it close, using it to taunt her. "If you must know, this is your school bag." Lucky told her.

Emily looked and studied the bag. "That's not my bag." Emily told him. Her bag was older and dirty, and wrecked with a dozen holes she had sewn up a couple dozen times. And the strap was falling off, and that did not look like it at all, it looked almost new, though the color was right. She had a small fascination with the color black, so obviously it was black.

Lucky held up his hands in surrender, as if he was getting arrested. "Okay, I'm caught. It's your new school bag." He told her.

Emily gave him another annoyed look. "You got me a new school bag?" She asked, not angry, but obviously not happy with this second gift.

Lucky stood proudly. "Yes, I got you a new school bag. Your old one was about to fall apart." Lucky justified.

Emily gave him a look that said "And?" She had no problem with her old and wrecked school bag. He did however, so he took this opportunity and got a new one. It shouldn't be that bad, it was the same color. She liked the color black when it came to accessories.

Lucky ignored Emily's look. "Want to take a look inside?" He teased her.

"No, Lucky, I don't." Emily responded, wide with sarcasm, but then grabbed it from him. "Give me that." He let her take it and watched her search through it. Emily was definitely getting back to her own self that was good; he was starting to miss the old Emily.

She gave him another suspicious look. "All of my textbooks are in here." She commented, wanting an explanation.

"Your textbooks and all of your assignments that you have missed since you've been here." Lucky told her, and Emily found he was right. He explained. "I didn't have much to do today at work, and I knew you were worrying about your studies and missed work, so I stopped by all of your professors, and got it all, put in this bag and brought it here."

Emily still gave him a suspicious look. "And you gave it to me knowing I'd probably overwork myself when I'm supposed to be resting." Emily commented.

Lucky took it from her as she said it. "I know which is why I'm taking it back." Lucky responded and put a good distance from her, back into the chair.

"Hey! That isn't fair! You shouldn't mess with an injured patient like that." Emily objected.

"Your right, I shouldn't." Lucky replied. "But I am." He teased, with a grin.

Emily rolled her eyes. "I should dump you." Emily muttered. "On second thought I should have dumped you long ago." She added later.

Lucky didn't let Emily's comments faze him on the outside; inside however, some worry gave way. He didn't let it rule though. "Should we talk terms then?" Lucky asked, motioning towards the bag. "For your homework, your school books and the bag." He added.

"Don't let me stop you." Emily said a bit annoyed with Lucky's behavior. First he carries her into bed, taunts her with her school supplies, and takes it back, only to ask "Should we talk terms?"

"In that case then, I want you to do three things: eat, sleep, and get better. Those are my demands." Lucky settled him at the foot of the bed again.

"How about we negotiate? I'll sleep and get better, for my books and assignments; you keep the bag and stuff the eating demand." Emily tried compromising.

"What's wrong with the bag I got you?" Lucky demanded, totally missing the point.

"You picked it out." Emily responded, being funny, a small smile on her face.

"I'm going to ignore that and move onto my next question. Why won't you eat?" Lucky asked, not willing to negotiate, but change some things, sure.

"Do you even have to ask? I mean you try eating that stuff the hospital calls food." Emily motioned towards the food.

Lucky laughed. The food was the problem, all along? What do you know? It was almost funny. "So you're saying you have no trouble eating, it's just hospital food? Is that what you're telling me?" Lucky was shocked, that it would be so easy, Emily was usually very complex and complicated.

"You're the computer genius, figure it out." Emily said cryptically.

Emily's answer proved the obvious, and that shocked Lucky again. Did Emily just say something simple and noncomplex? Something was wrong there.

Lucky brought on changes anyway. "Okay, so if I brought you something to eat, you'd eat it? All of it?" Lucky asked, for example.

Emily compromised. "On two options maybe, one that I like it, and two, not all of it. Maybe half I could do." Emily told him his options when it came to the food discussion.

"You do realize that bringing food in here is against the rules, right?" Lucky asked, knowing if he got caught, he had no more support from his aunt.

"And here I thought Spencer's lived dangerously." Emily stated, throwing her hands up. "What was I thinking? A Spencer breaking hospital rules." Emily shook her head, obviously being sarcastic.

Lucky laughed, she got him once again. He had already broken the rules that were widely known. "Okay, we have a deal! We're going to work on the proportions though." He cautioned her.

Emily just rose her brows, yeah that would be hard to do. Emily was stubborn, especially when it came to proportions of eating. She rarely overate and mostly underrate, given her size.

Then he got up from the edge of the bed, walked over to where Emily was, and sat down at her side. He was planning something, Emily could feel it. "What are you doing?" Emily gave him an evil eye of suspicion and waited for an answer.

He pulled her to him, his hands at her waist. "Something I've wanted to do for days." Then he pulled their faces together, and gave her a kiss full of force and emotion, things he wanted to express for days. He loved kissing her, she tasted so sweet.

It would have gone on forever, if they didn't find the need to breathe. Emily was panting wildly as they pulled apart reluctantly. Her chest rose through the hospital nightgown, but Lucky looked elsewhere, for both their sakes. The last thing that needed to be done is them literally making out, turning into something more. It was the wrong place, wrong time to do that, if anything.

"Where'd that come from?" Emily asked, shocked again. She had yet to breathe clearly since he laid that one on her.

Lucky gave no explanation, just said "I love you." Emily just smiled in return and replied, "I love you too."

He gave her one other kiss, for the road, lighter this time; however they still broke apart reluctantly. "I have to go." He told her and got off the bed.

"Where? You said you were all done at work." Emily asked, throwing his words at him.

"I am, but I have a date with two lovely, young girls who promised they'd help me with something, and chances are I'm probably late anyway." Lucky answered, and picked up the bag they compromised over, and put it near the night table, at the side of the beds, where Emily could reach it.

"You're finally cleaning my room and got Melissa and Lulu to help?" Emily translated Lucky's excuse.

Lucky smirked, gave her one last kiss and left with a wave. Emily smiled as he left, then got comfortable and fell asleep, peaceful and sure, her doll always at her side.