as told by Mark
23-26 November
I can see Ella come out of the building then back...she's waiting for something.
Me...I hope.
Wait, What's Ella doing with a suitcase?
"Cade..."
Cade? I turn...or try to, but I can feel a sudden pressure under my shoulder blade.
"Move or say a word and you'll regret it."
The voice is rough and harsh.
Oh, God.
A few well placed punches and everything goes black...
I squint as my eyes open, and wince as the pain in my head surges.
Where I am?
What the hell happened?
But it all comes back.
I can feel the hand on my hand shift.
Ella sits next to bed, the worry highly apparent on her face.
Was the suitcase a dream?
But her face scares me, it something I can't read...no, that's a lie, I've seen that face so many times before...I just don't want to believe it means the same thing.
"Hey." I try.
She lifts her head, slightly shocked, and then smiles.
"Your up...how'd do feel?"
"Like shit."
She lets out a small. nervous, yet relieved laugh...I wasn't trying to be funny.
She sighs, "Well, the doctor said that the headache's going to be the worst of it...you got off lucky..."
"What about Cade...?"
She shrugs her shoulders, "I don't know...Benny's waiting for news right now. Maureen and Joanne haven't made it back from Joanne's parents house yet."
She stops and silence settles over the two of us...she hasn't answered the questions that I was looking for...
do I even want to know?
No.
But...I have to know...
"Were you going somewhere?"
There it is again...the same face Roger woreevery timehe ran.
I can see tears forming...no, she can't cry, she can't...as she nods her head.
No words.
I can barely say it, "Were you going to come back?"
She looks away, "Yes,...no,...I don't know."
That hurts the most...the 'I don't know' so unsure...but this is my life it has never been assured of anything...not even love, apparently.
"Why?"
I can't believe she looks surprised that I asked...I've got to know.
She shakes her head, "I don't know...really, it's like...I realized how deep I had allowed myself to get with you..."
Deep? I married you.
"...and I felt scared because every other time...I was left all by myself when I opened my eyes..."
She was crying so hard, and as angry as I wanted to be I couldn't...no that's another lie I was mad.
But this is Ella. The woman I love.
Maybe it's as simple as that...
Maybe I want it to be as simple as that..
I fight the millions of explosive feeling that are going off in my head and sit up, pulling her to the best of my ability onto the bed. She lets me hold her, whispering in my ear,
"I don't know why it scared me so much...but the only thing that was worse was seeing you lying on the ground...and knowing that I'd be hurting you even worse if I left even when I didn't want to go, I didn't...I was just scared...and ..."
"Stupid?" I offer.
"yeah, I'm such an shitass."
"But you're my shitass...don't forget."
"...you're both...what's the new word?...shitasses who will happily ever after...amen."
"Shit! Ass!"
"Noah!"
I look up to see Roger and Noah making sure their presence is known.
"Where's Kenna?" Ella asks frantically.
"With Joanne and Benny. When Maureen arrived the doctor showed up...Cade's going to be fine, eventually...she apparently fought back..."
that doesn't surprise me...
"They were able to stop the blood loss from the knife wound...but, she's alsogot a broken rib, broken arm, broken leg, and a broken foot, and she's still unconscience right now."
"Cade got owie." Noah simplifys.
The let me out that night, but I don't leave the hospital. Instead, I station my self in Cade's room waiting for her to wake up.
Ella stays too. Where ever I go...she's there too...I guess she feels she has to make it up to me, but knowing that she didn't go...that helps.
We haven't really been able to talk too much, being preoccupied can do that. But alot can be said in the silence.
I watch Cade laing there on the bed...she looks oddly angelic, which I contradicts her normal personality.
Is this someone ideal of a sick joke? Why does anyone ever feel the need to do shit like this?
Cade may not be a saint but she minds her own bussiness. She never asked for this, but no one ever does. Who would?
The last three days, I've felt like a little kid watching for a magic trick or waiting to see Santa's sled on Christmas Eve.
The room is lined with flowers, and I didn't know that Cade knew this many people. There are flowers from my parents, her grandfather, and even Maureen's uncle (apparently my mother thought he ought to know), then the ones from the studio, and more people whose connection to the girl in the bed remains unkown. This morning flowers arrived, one from Cade's ex, Micah, and one from Cindy..both of which were quickly trashed by Roger.
Ella is asleep on the chair next to the window, Maureen has gone back to wearing down the hallway, while Roger leans against the hallway wall scribbling on a note pad. Both Joanne and Benny got babysitting duty and are back at the loft.
Slowly and suddenly a dry, tired voice sounds in the room.
"What?...no camera...in my face?...it's some kind of...miracle..."
Only Cade would use the word miracle at this moment...wait...
Cade!
Author's Notes
So I was a little worried about last chapter. I got so many hits in such a little time yet it took so long to get the small number of reviews...not that I'm complaining, I'm just taking it as that the last chapter was so awesome it left you all speechless...let me live in my little dream...ignorance is bliss.
BwayDiva: Just leaving...that's a little warped. See now? If not just let me know.
carsonheir: Actually I understood that perfectly...oh trust me there going to be some content (if all goes as planned) up you "hopless romantic" alley..just for you...
Lils: No need to cry. but Cade did get hurt...so I dunno maybe, you've never had enough until you've reached the end... not crazy...no worries. Thanks
Born2Bbad: thanks...I think...yeah Mark has a naughty side...see now? thanks.
until next time, this is me...signing out.