Chapter Twenty Nine- Eye for an Eye
[Dan's P.O.V.]
Running down the block, I felt like I lost all sense of awareness as anything could have come at me with full force and I wouldn't have stopped my stride. You know those movies that show the characters running against time and it always seems like they are running a big distance in yet a short amount of time. This truly felt like the same scenario but for the life of me I just wished I could leap over buildings just to get to my final destination. Turning the corner, I felt a glimmer of hope once I saw the hospital but that seemed to be the only thing I was feeling. My body was numb because after talking with Eliot on the phone, the only thing that registered to me was the fact that Blair was hurt, so not much of the conversation had been finished after that, my only thought was to get to her. Running down the hallways of the hospital, I quickly spotted Eliot standing in the hall. Glancing over in my direction, Eliot seemed relieved that I had finally made it as it all was a bit much for him. I heard it in his voice when he called but my last concern was to make sure that the young boy was okay and I'm sure once my regular thinking pattern kicked in, I would show concern, but I have to get to Waldorf.
"Where is she?" I asked him
"She's…" Eliot said fumbling to find the right words to say
"Spit it out!" I yelled not having the patience to wait for him to say the right thing for me
"They're working on her" Eliot finally said
"Working on her? What the hell happened? She was supposed to be at home" I questioned
"She had to go out and run an errand, by the time I had made it to the cab, she had all ready pulled off. I was trailing behind in the taxi and then this car came out of nowhere at hit her" Eliot said unable to fight the tears
"Did you see the car? Do you have a description of it?" I asked becoming even more uncontrollable as I could vividly see the her frail body being thrown in peril
"It happened so quick, I was just focused in on her….the car took off after the hit" Eliot said as I ran my hands through my hair in pure frustration
"I should have come home. If I would've come home then she wouldn't have even gotten into a taxi in the first place" I said aloud as I just paced the floor just trying to process my thoughts
"Dan…Dan" Eliot kept saying but I couldn't turn my attention towards him, when I was just trying to fix myself to be strong for her. Just as I was gaining control of my emotions, her doctor had come out into the waiting room. She had the same doctor since she was a little girl, so it was relieving to know that Dr. Hamold was the one treating her.
"How is she?" I quickly walked up to him to ask
"She is stabilized, but she did suffer a sprain on her right arm…it's mostly cuts and bruises" Dr. Hamold told me
"Is she awake?" I asked
"We gave her some medicine that would knock her out because the pain was a little too much for her" Dr. Hamold said
"Okay, what was it like a mild sedative?….I mean you had to work on her, so was it a lot of damage?" I asked
"Dan" Eliot said as he walked over towards us while Dr. Hamold seemed to be searching for words
"Dan, there was a lot of damage" Dr. Hamold replied
"I know. There was the sprain, but I want to know the severity of it because you said you had to work on her…if you have to work on her then that means something else, so just tell me how bad is it?" I asked becoming a little frustrated as to why he wasn't explaining the severity of the situation "Look, I'm not stupid. I can put two and two together" I then stated
"Then you should know that with an accident like this, things can take a turn for the worse" Dr. Hamold replied
"So what? She can't use her arm or something….I'm missing something here because this isn't adding up. Just tell me what the hell is going on with my girlfriend?" I demanded just as Eleanor and Dorota came running down the hall over towards us
"Daniel" Eleanor called out as I walked over to hug her "How is she? How is my daughter?" she asked nervously
"I'm trying to get answers right now" I told her as she clasped her hands together as if she were trying to reserve her strength "Dr. Hamold, can you just please tell me…." I requested
"She lost the baby" Dr. Hamold said as my heart nearly sank to the pit of my stomach while I stood in disbelief. In that moment it felt like I had gone numb and that nothing seemed to register to me accept the fact that I had lost a child that I was completely unaware of. Turning to look at Eleanor and Dorota, who were as equally surprised as I was.
"Baby? She was pregnant?" I said with every ounce in me
"Yes, she wasn't far along, but she was pregnant" Dr. Hamold told me as I nearly fell to my knees but Eliot had manage to grab on to me
"I…I…I had no idea. I didn't know" I replied sadly just as his beeper went off
"We're getting ready to change her room. You'll be able to see her in the next hour" Dr. Hamold said as he looked on at his beeper "If you have any questions, please come get me" he said before he walked back through the double doors
"So she was…she's got a sprained right arm and she'll be…she'll be fine" I said as tears came to my eyes while I was trying my hardest to keep a brave face but everyone pretty much knew that I was more than ready to breakdown
"Daniel" Eleanor said as she tried to comfort me
"No, I'm fine. Blair is the one we need to worry about because…this is going to be hard on her, and I want to get her stronger and better" I said as tears streamed down my face while I walked passed them "I have to get some coffee" I sighed before I finally just picked up the pace and made my way down the hall, letting the tears fall freely. I had the option of heading into the cafeteria to get the coffee that I said I was going to get, but I just found myself taking a detour for fresh air. Coming out of the hospital double doors, I just broke down…uncontrollably, I just started to cry.
[Blair's P.O.V.]
This sling is hideous. Whoever thought to use this color, with this fabric…fashion can come in any sense and can't be wasted. I try to move my arm but that doesn't get me anywhere because all I feel is a sharp pain coming up the side of my body like I'm being stabbed. The doctor says that I have to stay for at least three days so that they can run tests on me. My mom sits vigil by my bedside while Dorota clean excessively, and I swear in that moment I think my leg must be amputated because they're acting strange. I have no clear recollection of the accident or how I even got in the taxi to begin with because lets face it, I don't do taxi's, but somehow I found myself in one. Maybe it's Humphrey catching up to me, and I just feel like I can be caught doing anything now. My memory is a bit foggy, but the doctor says its normal and I should start to regain memory of things as the day progresses. I kind of hope I don't remember because I don't want to remember anything that would have me in a taxi. Adjusting myself in the bed, I find myself missing Humphrey's bed more than usual at this point. Glancing over at my mother, she just keeps staring at me like I'm some statue or something.
"Is there something on my face because you two just keep looking at me?" I finally asked wanting to break the ice
"No. No" My mother replied "Dorota do you see anything?" she then asked
"No, Ms. Blair" Dorota quickly replied
"Then what is with all the looking? I mean I know this sling is completely horrendous" I replied "But I do believe I could have something made" I smiled "Where is Humphrey?" I then asked
"He went to get some coffee, he's been worried sick about you and I'm pretty sure he's going to pull an all nighter" My mother told me "You should get some rest, I'm sure your probably sore from all that poking and prodding" she told me
"Not really. I would just like to see Dan because I'm afraid he might be annoying the nurses about getting me extra pillows….he's like obsessed with extra pillows. When we were in Italy, the hotel had to make note of all the pillows he kept requesting" I told them
"I never really got the full details of Italy, how was that?" My mother asked as Dorota pulled up a seat next to her
"That's because the details are not something I want to delve too much into with you" I replied
"Oh….oh" My mother said finally realizing what I had meant
"You can't be that slow on that?" I laughed as I asked her "Has it been that long for you?" I then asked her
"No, it hasn't been that long. I have you know that Cyrus…" My mother said before I quickly had to interrupt the words of horror that were about to come out of her mouth
"Do not finish your sentence!" I declared "Are you trying to make me puke?" I questioned
"You asked Ms. Blair" Dorota laughed
"Well next time be discreet mother" I replied "Are you sure Dan went to go get coffee? I mean he should've been back by now" I said as I tried to reach over to grab my phone but the pain just wouldn't allow me to do much "Can you get my phone Dorota? I need to call him" I asked
"Do you really think that is necessary? I mean he will be back….there is no need to worry him" My mother told me as I found that statement a bit odd
"I'm the one in a hospital bed with a turquoise colored sling that can't be matched with anything, worrying him is the least of my worries" I said as I began to eye Dorota "Dorota, the phone" I told her as she was unsure of whether to get up or down
"Dorota, no" My mother said as Dorota just found her unsure as to what she should do
"What is going on?" I asked becoming frustrated with her behavior just before Dan made his way inside of the room looking as if he had been in the accident and not me.
"Hey" Dan sighed as he came over to give me a quick kiss. Pulling away, he tried to shield his face but I could see that he had been crying about something. I could've accepted that it was solely based on me being in an accident but I had seen him cry when it came to losing me, and it wasn't the same….this was different, something was different
"Hey, talk to me" I said tugging on his hand so that he could turn to look at me
"Yeah, what do you want to talk about?" Dan said after a moment of silence had come over the room while all I could do was survey the room to see that they were all acting strange, even for Dorota standards she was acting strange
"Okay, I've been in a lot of situations…mostly of which I have caused for my own amusement, but I can read people very well…it's a gift that I've managed to pick up in this screwed up world of the Upper Eastside. So believe me when I say that I know something is going on, and I want to know" I told them as I saw my mother look over at Dan, who had made his way over towards the window to look out, like he was trying to avoid looking at me or something "Tell me!" I then yelled
"You need your rest. Just rest" Dan replied in a soothing but annoying voice that he always does when I'm sick
"What I need is the truth" I quickly replied "Why is a sprained arm causing this much confusion?" I asked "I mean I have my legs, my body still feels a bit sore, and my memory is a bit foggy…but nothing to warrant this behavior" I then said
"No, nothing to warrant this" Dorota complied
"Humphrey, say something…make me feel better" I said as he slowly walked towards my bed with that awkward look on his face that he wasn't doing his best to hide
"Do you think…do you think you can give us a moment?" Dan asked my mother, who quickly rose to her feet as if she expected him to ask. Walking over to give me a quick kiss on the cheek, my mother and Dorota made their way out of the room just leaving Humphrey and I behind.
"So, there gone. Now what's going on? And don't try to lie to me Humphrey because I know when your going to lie and about to lie" I warned him as he took a seat at the edge of my bed. Running his hand along the outline of my leg, he tried his best to distract himself with something other than looking at my eyes. "Is something wrong with me?" I then questioned
"No, no. Nothing is wrong with you" Dan quickly dispelled the notion but I sought not comfort in it
"Then stop treating me like I'm some freak! This is becoming ridiculous and annoying now" I yelled at him
"You were pregnant" Dan blurted out causing me to stop every aspect of thought to focus in on the fact that I was pregnant "You were with child, and the impact of the accident put the baby in trauma…." he said before I rose my hand to silence him
"I get the picture" I replied softly as I turned to look out the window as the tears burned against my skin
"Did you know?" Dan asked
"No, Humphrey…clearly I couldn't have since I'm crying!" I yelled at him
"I just figured that since you're a bit hazy on the accident that….you called me before the accident, so I just thought…" Dan said trying to piece it all together
"Maybe I was calling to ask about the weather or ask you about bringing home some paper clips….but I hardly think that I was calling about a child, when I just found out that I was pregnant in the first place" I replied sarcastically
"Okay" Dan nodded knowing that it would probably be best if he stopped asking me questions "I'm not going to ask any more question" he said
"I should be so lucky" I griped as he just hung his head. The silence between us became so overwhelming that it seemed like it was killing me to just sit there. My mind was racing as everything just came running through and I tried my best to come with a logic but nothing helped. Looking over at Humphrey as he dealt with this pain, I should have felt sympathetic, but I didn't…I felt so angry and upset in that moment that I couldn't allow myself to feel compassion for him because he had his time to grieve, but I…I had this moment and I for the life of me am having a the hardest of time processing this.
[Dan's P.O.V.]
I think I was becoming more of her punching bag more than anything. I was trying to keep her calm and let her heal, but it just seemed like the sarcasm in her voice had picked up and her anger was being directed at me. I'm used to the Waldorf sarcasm but I had never received it like this, never at this magnitude. The rampant thoughts of what my life would be like now if would have been on the other end of the news that would have involved me finding out that I was a father seemed to be a cruel way of thinking. I mean I don't know why I'm so worked up over a child that wasn't even past the second trimester….I mean the child didn't even know it was a child, so why am I getting so worked up? I just keep asking myself this question and I can't zero in on any answer. I'm losing my mind and I can't show it to Waldorf because I have to keep it together. I have to show that I can get us both through this but right now, I feel like I'm just going through the motions of being the emotional leader for the both of us. In a moment of weakness, I had Eliot call my dad and Jenny so that I would have some bit of support. I sort of felt like it was the wrong decision after time had passed, but it was to the point where I couldn't take it back now. Once Blair had drifted off to sleep, I had gone for another coffee run just so I could make it through the night. On my way to the cafeteria, I had to admit that I was counting down the days before she would get out and right now day number two is giving me hope for day number three. Heading back to her room, I looked over at the nurses station to see Jenny inquiring information as to Blair's injuries suffered. Walking over towards her, Jenny glanced over to see me and in a quick rush she came over to hug me.
"I'm so sorry" Jenny apologized "I'm sorry" she said
"It's okay. I mean you didn't do this, so there is nothing for you to apologize for" I sighed as we walked over to the chairs in the sitting area
"Yeah, but I'm more sorry for what your going through" Jenny replied "If that even makes sense" she laughed nervously "They said she sprained her arm, that's a semi good thing since it wasn't too serious" she said
"Sadly enough, I wish it were just a sprained arm but…it was deeper than that" I said running my hand through my hair
"Is she asleep?" Jenny asked
"Yes, the doctor gave her something to help her rest" I replied "She's having some pains so they want to monitor for tonight and tomorrow so she could come home on Thursday" I told her
"Monitor her? I thought she just had a sprained arm?" Jenny asked just as my dad and Lilly walk over towards us. Getting up from my seat, he quickly hugged me for a few moments before we broke apart
"How is she?" My dad asked
"She's doing good. She's asleep right now but she's doing good" I told him
"And what have the doctors told you?" Lilly asked
"Just that they want to monitor her and that she should rest" I sighed
"But she'll be fine?" Lilly asked
"Yes, she'll be fine" I smiled weakly just trying to give them some bit of hope
"Do you know who did this?" Lilly then asked
"No. Eliot was a car behind and didn't see much because he focused on catching up to her….it was just a hit and run" I replied "Whoever did this is just going around like nothing ever happened, and just…screw the consequences of what they've done" I said trying not to get upset but I just couldn't control that emotion inside of me
"Can they pull anything from the taxi?" Jenny asked
"I guess, I'm not sure. I don't even think pulling anything off the taxi would even help" I replied
"It would let you know the color of the car that hit her…I don't know, I'm just taking a stab in the dark" Jenny said
"Well anything would help, but I can't really fixate on who did this because my main concern is for Waldorf" I sighed "Does Serena know?" I then asked Lilly
"She's flying in later this weekend, but yes, I told her….I should probably let her know that things are all right because she'll be worried sick" Lilly said as she slowly backed away "I'll be right back, I'm going to call her" she said excusing herself
"I have to make a phone call myself, but I was going to get some of that coffee that you like" Jenny said
"That sounds good" I told her
"Does Lilly want anything?" Jenny asked
"Get her a muffin, she'll say that she doesn't want anything but I know she'll get hungry by the end of the hour" my dad laughed to himself
"Okay, well I'll be back shortly" Jenny said before she made her way down the hall
"So how you holding up, really?" My dad asked
"I'm going crazy because I don't know what to do. I want to help her but I don't know how to help" I told him as the tears began to well up in my eyes
"I'm not sure it was meant to be easy being out here. I think even the set up is suppose to be so depressing" My dad said trying to keep my mind off of things
"Yeah, it's depressing….are we really talking about furniture" I laughed
"Yes, because I believe putting your frustration into the furniture will help you" My dad said
"Okay, I hate the arm chairs. The sofa sucks. The chairs are too stiff" I vented
"There you go, that's the furniture hate I was looking for" My dad smiled as a moment of silence came between us
"Something bad happened dad, something really bad happened and I'm not even sure I know how things will be after this" I told him slowly falling apart
"Just let it go" My dad said as he rubbed my back
"She…she was pregnant" I revealed to him "She lost the baby" I went on to say
"How is she handling it?" My dad turned to ask me
"She's taking it pretty hard" I told him "I just feel like I'm trying to keep her spirits up while my own is breaking" I cried
"It's okay. The important thing is that you have grieve in private, you grieve right now…but when you go back in that room, you have to be strong. You have to let emotions come and go because the main concern is Blair" My dad told me as I just wept "So do all the crying you need to do right now, but be strong for her" he said as he pulled me close to him and in that moment, I felt what it was like to have my father again, I felt what it was like to be a little boy again.
"Thank you for coming" I said in between tears as I just gripped on to my dad's shoulder
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm always going to be here for you" My dad said as he continued to rub my back
[Blair's P.O.V.]
In my mind I'm trying to convince myself that if I stare out in the open spaces, I will find something that makes sense to me. You know, like why is the sky blue? Or why is the grass really green? Okay that last one I know the answer to due to Mr. Grobonski's science classes….I hated his class but I did learn unlike the other slackers in my class. I'm tired of crying. I'm tired of this pain that has seemed to take residence in my heart because I shouldn't be feeling like this. I should be feeling lucky that I'm alive, that nothing happened to me. So I'm staring out my window so that the only questions that come to mind will be about the stuff that only science could explain or give theories as to they why. I've taken my anger and frustrations out on Humphrey, but I just…I don't want to hurt him but it seems like hurting him is the only thing that stops me from….I want to get past this. I want the memories to not hurt so much, however much they hurt by the small doses they come in. My mother has sworn that she will stay by my side throughout the day but I'm not sure I want her there, I'm not sure I want anyone there at this point. Taking a deep breath, I find it hard to even breath. Glancing over at my sling, I begin to contemplate taking this hideous concoction off but I know that if I even attempt to move my arm more than I should that it would be a pain unlike any other. I begin to adjust it so that it won't be so lop sided just as Dan comes in still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. Figures he'd be in the same clothes since clothes aren't really a big deal to him.
"How'd you sleep?" Dan asked as he took a seat by me
"I slept" I replied
"Okay, well that's going to be important for you to get out of here. I know the whole hospital vibe is not your thing, so if you keep up the progress then we'll be out of here in no time" Dan smiled weakly at me
"You don't have to be here, I mean if its becoming too much than you can go" I said as he looked at me with confusion
"Why would you ask?" Dan asked before I quickly cut him off
"You clearly need a change of clothes and you clearly want to leave the hospital….so just go. I'm fine. I have a sprained arm along with a killer heachache…so there is nothing to worry about. I will be fine, in fact I'm better than fine as we speak but I can't take the constant underlying messages of wanting to go" I snapped at him
"I never said I wanted to go, I just figured that since…I know how much you hate being in hospitals so I know you'd want to get back to the familiar things" Dan replied
"Well I can't, can I?" I said sarcastically before he just shook his head in disbelief
"You've been biting my head off for the past day, so maybe I should go" Dan said as he got up from his seat
"No one is stopping you" I replied like clockwork before he slammed his hand down on the nightstand causing the lamp to shake
"Dammit Waldorf!" Dan yelled before he took a moment to compose himself
"Now you can really go because I don't need your temper" I snapped at him
"No!" Dan yelled before I quickly swung my legs over to try to get out of bed. I had to get away, that was my only thought process going on at the time was for me to get away and he was the only thing standing in my way. Feeling the sharp pain shoot up through my body, I did my best to ignore it but he managed to stop me from moving any further than one footstep from my bed "We've been doing this dance for the past day, and I'm sick of it!" he yelled as he stopped me with every movement I tried to make
"Well then dance by yourself" I said trying to move past him
"I'm not doing this by myself" Dan replied
"Get out of my way!" I screamed at him
"No" Dan replied as he looked me dead in the eyes before I began to hit him with my one good arm "I'm not moving" he protested
"Get out of my way! Get out of my way!" I continued to scream at him as my defenses were slowly beginning to wane down
"I know. I feel it to. I'm mad as hell, I'm furious but no matter what…I still have you. I still have you" Dan told me as I continued to hit him "I still have you, and as much as it hurts…I thank God for letting me have you" he said as tears fell from his face
"Don't tell me that!" I said pushing him away but his grasp on me was too strong for him to be moved "Don't tell me that! Because at the end of the day your still upset…you still feel it like I feel it, and for the life of me I can't just thank God. I'm angry with him, I'm so angry that my heart just aches" I said as I slowly began to break down
"I know" Dan said as he pulled me towards him so that his arms were wrapped around me "I know" he said kissing my forehead as there was just no stopping the flood gate of tears that were just pouring out of me
[Dan's P.O.V.]
We had spent most of the afternoon sitting in silence as both of us really could lend comfort in that moment because we individually were falling to pieces. For the time I was there I just held her as we lay in bed, no words, nothing came from either of us. I love her. I love her more than anything and I think at a time like this I begin to understand the depths of love, how it will make you feel. When I got ready to leave, I had promised to be back but I just could sit in the semi lit room, I couldn't do it. She never questioned me leaving partially because she knew that I was dealing with this as much as she was. We said our I love you's and parted ways secretly hoping to be stronger the next time we see each other. So it leads me here, it leads me to the present moment of the unknowing of what comes next in the grand scheme of lets screw over Humphrey edition. Picking up my glass, I took sip of my vodka and to be honest I knew that I couldn't drink too much but I wanted the bottle so badly…I wanted it to just numb the pain of feeling. Before I got lost in my sorrow, Perry had taken his seat beside me. I could feel him contemplating what he should do, and how he should go about it but I was in no mood to coach him through.
"You should only drink the whiskey in times like these" Perry said as the bartender gave him his drink
"Vodka is doing the job" I replied
"It does the job but its effects are poisonous" Perry said "It lingers" he added
"I need something that lingers at this point" I said "Because at this point I need it to kill off all the raw emotions inside of me" I told him
"Emotions help at times" Perry said
"Good because I'm going to need them to remind me of how I feel at this moment" I said taking another sip from my drink
"And that would be?" Perry asked
"Like I can't do a damn thing" I told him "That's how I feel. The woman I love is in pain, literally and figuratively. I can't take it away because I have the same pain…so I can't do a damn thing" I said
"That's life for you" Perry said before he took a sip of his drink
"Yeah, that's life" I replied "But I do know one thing" I told him as I turned to look at him
"What's that?" Perry asked
"When I find out the person who caused all of this, the person that killed my unborn child, the person that has put my girlfriend in that hospital bed….I promise you I'll know what to do then" I said with a stone cold face that had no emotion
"This is the vodka talking" Perry said
"No, this is me" I told him as I finished off the rest of my drink before getting up from my seat "An eye for an eye. Eye for an eye" I said as I put my tip on the bar top leaving Perry in complete and utter confusion as to what I was intending to do
[Chuck's P.O.V.]
Walking over towards the fireplace, I can't help but be intrigued by the broken glass. Kneeling down, I reach out and pick up a piece of glass and the oddest part of me finds this little jagged piece interesting. The sharpest point has punctured my thumb but I'm numb from pain seeing as I've down a bottle of whiskey in the span of one day. Nothing can hurt me now, I feel no pain now. I feel nothing, and I'm not even sure I want to feel anything anymore. Not after what I've done. It'd be pointless to run the questions of who have I become through my head because I'll never know the answer to that…there's no need in torturing myself in trying to figure that out so I'll just let that be. It's just me and my piece of glass, that was until I heard the familiar footsteps enter into my loft. Turning slowly I turn to see that it is who I suspected.
"What are you doing here?" I asked before I walked back over to the bar to pour myself another drink
"It's not even night and your drinking" Jenny questioned "Why haven't you been picking up for the past day" she asked
"I've been on the run, and as for my drinking, call it my medicine that I must take every hour" I replied
"Or every nano second in your case" Jenny said
"Why are you here?" I asked becoming annoyed
"I need your help" Jenny said as I began to laugh to myself "What's so funny? This is serious?" she asked
"I brought you here and yet you keep asking me for favors. You borrow my Range Rover…and yet I still have more of the same from you. When will you do as I ask?" I yelled
"Well this past incident slowed me up, which is why I need your help" Jenny said
"I have my own problems, you'll have to deal with this on your own" I told her
"This is your problem" Jenny stated
[Blair's P.O.V.]
Can't say that I'm completely healed but I'm doing better than the day before. I can only hope that the progress will continue. Its my last day in the hospital and I have to admit that I'm eager to get home. I want to be around the familiarity, but I wouldn't tell Humphrey that because then he'll just gloat about how he is right. I miss my bed or more along the lines of his bed. As the day sets in I begin to feel guilty for how I treated Humphrey, and I just really want to be with him and deal with this together. I know we both are dealing with this since it was all so sudden but I guess I've gone through my phases of it and I'm just at this point where I need him. I need to just see his smile and hear his calming laugh, I know right now he'll have nothing to laugh about but in the near future I believe we will. Making his way inside with his usual lap top, Eliot has the biggest of smiles on his face like he just found a hundred dollars as he takes a seat next to my bedside.
"What are you all smiles about?" I quickly asked
"I have just ordered the last copy of Charles in Charge, that is cause of celebration" Eliot said as I just laughed "How are you?" he then asked me
"Good. My arm doesn't hurt as much" I told him
"Those painkillers are miracle workers, huh?" Eliot asked
"Yes, they are but the doctor is trying to slowly get me off of them for addiction purposes" I said
"Which is smart and all medically of him" Eliot commented
"I half expected to see you yesterday, I needed your pointless and crude jokes" I told him
"I wanted to come but I just felt bad…I didn't think Dan would have wanted me around" Eliot sighed
"He would've. He likes having you around, I like having you around" I told him
"I know, but when he found out about the baby and that I knew…it was like he felt like I betrayed him" Eliot said
"You didn't betray him. Everything just happened so fast with that S.U.V. coming out of nowhere" I told him
"Your memory, your getting it back" Eliot noticed "The doctor had said you'd be a little foggy, but you clearly remembered something" he smiled
"Yeah, well I wish I didn't…if that means anything" I laughed weakly
"Why?" Eliot asked "I mean you know at least that it was an S.U.V., that's more than I got and I was only a couple of feet away from you" he said
"Sometimes knowing too much is a bad thing" I told him
"Again with the why?…we can catch the asshole that did this to you and handle it" Eliot said
"Because its not that simple" I replied
"I think it kind of is. This was a hit and run, we're talking jail time. Not to mention that you lost your child due to this" Eliot said "That son of a bitch will be behind bars" he said
"I'm not as hell bent on revenge like I used to be" I said
"Why not? I mean its an eye for an eye sort of deal here" Eliot exclaimed
"Because I'm not sure I want this eye gouged out. I have…I have all of my memory back" I told him as he looked at me confused
"And that's a good thing" Eliot said
"No, not in this situation. I know who hit me, I saw the car and the person" I replied as a deafening silence came over the room "His father. Dan's father hit me" I told him as Eliot said in complete surprise