Chapter 11: Broken

A week later Lars was able to go home but he had to stay in bed. Reggie and Twister were taking care of him. They would bring him his food and something to drink. Twister would set with him and read something to him. Reggie would stand at the door and watch a smiled come to Lars's face when Twister would read to him. One day Reggie notice that Lars was in a mood. She had walked over to the dresser with tray of something for him to eat and noticed that Lars was looking at the window.

"What's wrong?" She asked him.

"Nothing is wrong." He said in a hateful voice. Reggie narrowed her eyes at him. She placed her hands on her hips and walked over to the bed. Lars looked at her and then looked away.

"What is wrong with you? You have been acting like an ass all damn day." Reggie said a little loud. Lars looked at her and moved to get up. Reggie placed a hand on his shoulder. Lars moved his shoulder and sat up. Reggie narrowed her eyes at him again.

"Where do you think you are going?"

"Today is my graduation and I am going to miss it if I don't get up." Lars moved to stand up. Reggie pushed him back down on the bed.

"You are in to bad of a shape to go to the graduation." Reggie said which made Lars look at her.

"I'm fine." Lars said and stood up and walked over to his dresser.

"No you are not." Reggie yelled at him. Lars turned around and looked at his wife with an angry face. This did not scare Reggie at all.

"I'm fine; I can get up and moved around…"

"But the doctor said for you not to." Reggie yelled at him again.

"Look the doctor said for me to stay in bed if I had too but to get up and move around." Lars yelled back.

"Some, he said for you to move around some." Reggie said in a calm voice.

"You know what I am sick and tired of you telling me what to do." Lars said in a calm voice as well.

"I'm just trying to make sure that you don't hurt yourself again." Reggie was really getting mad now.

"I'm not going to hurt myself by walking across a stage." Lars said in a smart ass kind of way.

"You are hurt badly and you think that you can just go and do whatever you want?"

"Yes I do." Lars got out a shirt and pants and moved over to the bed. He placed clothes on the bed. Reggie turned around and looked at her husband. She watched as Lars took off his shirt that he was wearing. She saw him close his eyes tightly as he took off the shirt.

"See it hurts you to take off a shirt." She pointed out to him. Lars had by this point had taken the shirt off and through it on the bed. He rolled his eyes at her. She could see the bandages on his chest and side. She made a sad face. Lars noticed this and said.

"What is that face for…Oh is that the face you give your poor helpless husband." Lars mocked her. Reggie looked at him with fire in her eyes.

"No that is the face that I gave to myself for sending you out to get me fucking apples." Reggie started to cry as she yelled out. Lars sighed and looked at her.

"Damn it woman, you did not do this to me." Lars yelled back. Reggie's breath caught in her throat. She had never heard Lars speak to her this way before. Lars moved and grabbed the new shirt and grunted at the pain. Reggie walked over to him and made him look at her by taking his face into her hands.

"Lars I don't want you to go. You are hurt and I don't want to see you hurt yourself anymore. They will send you your diploma." Lars jerked his head out of her hands.

"That is not the same." Lars said in a deep low voice. He then moved to put the shirt on. Reggie knew that she had to do something or he was going to hurt himself more then what he was. Reggie moved her hand and touched Lars's side. Lars let out a yelp and fell to his knees. Reggie looked down at her husband with tear filled eyes. She had no choice she had to do it to make him see that he was still hurt.

"Damn it why did you do that?" He asked her and looked up at her.

"To show you that you are still in too bad of a shape to be up and moving around." She said with a tear falling from her eye. Lars looked up and then looked down at the ground. He shot his eyes and sighed. He opened them and looked at her.

"I hate being like this." He admitted.

"I know you do." She said and moved toward him. Lars sat up on his knees and hugged Reggie's. His head was on her stomach and his arms around her waist.

"I'm sorry that I made you cry." Lars told her. Reggie looked down and placed her hands on his back careful not to touch his wound.

"I know you are." She said with hot tears running down her face.