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The Only Time

My Understandings

-LIAM-

“C’mon, love; we’re going to be late!” I call to my darling Helen as we exit the hotel building. I have planned a special day for just the two of us to get away from the craziness of life on the road. And that day begins with a reservation at a great sushi restaurant downtown.

“I’m coming!” Helen calls after me, holding onto her hat with one hand and her cell phone in the other.

I reach my rental vehicle and I open the passenger door and help Helen into the car. I jog around to the driver’s side and climb in. I start the car up, feeling soothed by the purr of the engine.

We drive down the road with the windows rolled down and the radio playing. Helen joyfully sings along to the all the hits blasting through the speakers. I smile and laugh as she dances in her seat.

Helen grabs my snapback and holds it out her window. I reach for it and she plays Keep Away a few times. We pass through an intersection with a green light and in a split second, the smile melts off my face. A large, red pick-up truck slams into Helen’s side of the car. She twists toward me and I quickly place my arms around her, but it’s too late; she is unconscious.

Our car finally stops sliding and I ignore my wounded self and I go straight to check on Helen. I feel for her pulse just under her chin; it’s weak but still there. I hear sirens in the distance—some bystander must have called an ambulance. I wait, holding back stressful tears.

The ambulance arrives promptly—we are downtown so we are near the hospital. They use the Jaws of Life to open the vehicle up and quickly place Helen on a stretcher. The paramedics ask me many questions: How long has she been unconscious? and Have you moved her in any way? I respond with the appropriate answers while they try to get me on a stretcher.

“No, I need to ride with Helen!” I shout as I push the paramedics away from me. “I need to be with her!”

“I’m sorry, sir, but you’re going to have to ride separate on a stretcher. You could have internal bleeding.”

There is no use. I cannot ride with Helen. So I climb onto the stretcher and let them strap me down and roll me up into the ambulance.

I sit, staring at Helen in her hospital bed, feeling a tremendous wave of guilt wash over me. I rub my face in my hands. What have I done? I should have been paying attention! I should have seen that car coming at such a high rate of speed! Here, I only have a minor concussion and some scrapes and bruises; while Helen is in Hell—and she does not even know it.

Helen suffered a mild brain injury. There is swelling in her brain and issues with her respiratory system so they had to put her in a drug-induced coma. She has deep purple bruising all over her forehead from where the brain is swollen. But she still looks so peaceful, laying in that bed; even with the tubes attached and coming at all different angles; even with the tube stuck down her throat to help her breathe; even with all those things, I love her more than ever.

-HELEN-

I slowly fold my clothes and put them in my suitcase. I am finally going home today. I am finally going to be free of hospitals with nurses and rehabilitation therapists. I am finally going to be with Liam again.

I have spent the past six weeks in some form of hospital; three weeks at the hospital downtown and three weeks at the rehabilitation hospital in my home town. All the nurses, doctors and therapists talk about how I had such a miraculous recovery. It takes more people in my past situation much longer to heal.

“Helen, Liam is here,” Nurse Kay says, knocking on my door. She sports a big smile; she knows how excited I am to go back to my apartment.

“Okay!” I respond happily, shrugging my shoulders. I go to my closet and open it up, checking to see if I missed any clothing. And then I see it: sitting up on the top shelf: a black floppy hat with a bow around the base. I pick it up, feeling it the bumpy texture in my hands—it was the one I was wearing during the crash. I then pack it in my suitcase and exit my room.

Nurse Kay guides me down the hallway to the elevator and down to the lobby, where Liam is waiting for me. Right when I see him, I try my best to run at him.

“Whoa! Slow down, Helen!” Nurse Kay playfully scolds.

I do so and by the time I reach Liam, I’m at a walking pace. I get close to him, wanting to breathe in his scent. He takes my hand delicately and kisses it.

“Hello, beautiful,” Liam says.

“Hello, handsome,” I say back with a giggle.

“Here you go, Helen,” Nurse Kay interrupts, rolling my suitcase next to me.

“I’ll take that,” Liam states, taking the handle and wheeling it over towards the door with me in tow.

“Bye, Kay!” I shout, turning back to wave to my friend.

“Bye, Helen! Good luck!”

We arrive back at my apartment and things are a little awkward. I can still sense some anxiety and guilt from Liam. I have tried to tell him what happened was not his fault, but he just does not want to listen.

I take my suitcase and bring it into my bedroom, laying it on the ground and jumping onto my bed. Liam lies down next to me and I curl up close to him. I put my hand on his abdomen, feeling his magnificent abs underneath his shirt. I then move my hand down to his crotch, grabbing it tight.

“Please stop,” Liam sighs, turning away from me.

“What?” I ask, confused. “Why?”

“I just… I just can’t do this right now.” He stands and takes a few steps, turning to face me.

“You do realize it has been over six weeks since we’ve had sex, right?” I point out, crossing my arms.

“And do you want to know why it’s been over six weeks? It’s because you were in the fucking hospital! …And I put you there!”

“Liam,” I say quietly, crawling across the bed and sliding off. I walk over to him and put my hands around his wrists and bring them up between us. “It wasn’t your fault! It was the goddamn driver in the pick-up truck! It was his fault; not yours. When are you going to see that pulling away like this is the real damage?”

There is silence as Liam ponders what I just said to him. He must have realized that I’m right because he leans forward and kisses me. This is no ordinary kiss. This is one that is full of passion and love. He kisses me so deeply that I think I am going to burst!

I begin to back up, pulling Liam with me by his shirt. I fall back onto the bed and Liam climbs on top of me, straddling my waist and still holding that wonderful kiss. I yank at his shirt, wanting it to come off; Liam heeds my physical request and pulls his shirt over his head. He then gets up; he unbuttons his pants and then helps me with mine. Liam also tears my shirt off from over my head. And then our undergarments find their way to the floor.

Liam climbs on top of me again, but this time, he thrusts himself into me and for the first time in a month and a half, I feel alive. I immediately shout out, feeling elated.

“Am I hurting you?” Liam asks in a worrisome voice.

“No, not at all! Keep going! This is the best I have felt in months!”

Liam does what he is told and continues his thrusting, still a bit troublesome. But then he relaxes as he starts to enjoy and remember the feeling of being so intimate with another person. Liam starts to smile and kiss me over and over again. He smooches every scar on my arms, chest and abdomen.

“Oh, Liam,” I groan as the endorphins start to rush into my body. I just feel awake now. I feel like I was in a coma for that entire six weeks; but not I’m here with the love of my life, sharing a beautiful moment.

Liam’s thrusts start to grow shorter, but more intense. He moves some sweaty hair out of my face and kisses my forehead. He grips one hip for more leverage while the other hand his up by my head.

“I love you so much,” Liam says as he climaxes, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I love you, too,” I respond in a high-pitched voice. I can barely get the words out as the pressure on my head increases and the ache between my legs reaches a new extreme. I shoot up and crash into Liam as I reach orgasm, holding onto him.

The two of us immediately slump back onto the bed, laying on our back and staring at the ceiling. Liam wraps his hand around mine and I hear soft sobs.

I sit up and lean into Liam. “Don’t cry, Liam. Everything’s all better.” I brush my fingertips across his cheek.

“I know,” he sniffs. “It’s just… I thought I almost lost you. I keep going back to that moment when you were unconscious in that car and how I thought I was going to lose you.” A tear slides down his temple.

“But I’m not gone. You’re not going to lose me. I’m right here.” I kiss him once more.

Notes

So I had sooo much fun writing this--I even teared up a little bit! It's been an emotional day since it's 9/11. Never forget. Btw, my mom does work with brain injury patients for a living so most of it is accurate. Hope you all enjoyed this! More will be posted soon!

Helen's Outfit: http://tinyurl.com/oankep4
Title Credit: "My Understandings" by Of Mice & Men

Comments

I love these! You're an amazing writer! (:

Thank you so much I really loved it! Totally worth the wait.

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10/20/15

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9/3/15

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9/3/15

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9/3/15