Mid Life Love: At Last (Mid Life Love #2)(62)

I typed “NO” onto my screen and held it up to her.

“Okay then...Well, I’ll be back to check on you shortly, Miss Gracen. If you can think of anything else you may want, just hit the blue call button on the remote and one of the nurses will see that you get it.”

I smiled again and she left the room.

I’d heard her list all my injuries, but it seemed so surreal, especially since I couldn’t “feel” anything. My body was so numb I could barely feel my tongue licking my lips.

Confused, I slowly lifted my right hand in front of my face and stared at the mini gray remote they’d secured in the middle of my palm. There were four buttons: “Call Nurse” “Television” “Volume” “Lights”

I hit the television button and held the lights button until the room went completely dark. As luck would have it, the TV was already set on HGTV and a marathon of one of my favorite shows—Yard Crashers was on.

I lay there in bed for hours, watching them remodel yard after yard, until I couldn’t hold my eyes open anymore.

“Do you think she wants that Jell-O?” “Probably not...She’s never really liked Jell-O.” “Do you think she wants that chicken?” “We could just ask the nurse to bring her some more...”

I opened my eyes and saw Ashley and Caroline taking spoonfuls of my green Jell-O. I tried to sit up, but Caroline shook her head and gasped. “Stop. You’re only going to hurt yourself. They told us you’re not supposed to move.”

Sighing, I nodded and cleared my throat. “When did you get here?”

“Last night. Jonathan flew us in right after we talked to the nurse.” “He got us a room at the Marriott across the street.”

So he knows I’m here and he’s not by my side?

“Oh...” My throat hurt. “Well, that’s great.”

They exchanged glances, and as if they could read my mind, Ashley poured me a glass of water and Caroline adjusted my pillow so I could sit up and drink.

“Grandma’s on her way over too.” Ashley said. “We all came by earlier today but you wouldn’t wake up...Are you in pain?”

“No...”

“They told us you’re going to have to stay here for a few more days and that you’ll have to wear a sling for a couple weeks.” “They say you’ll be healed in time to walk down the aisle...”

I’m not walking down the aisle... “They told me that too...”

“They did?” Caroline smiled. “Well, when you get a chance maybe you can explain that to Jonathan. He seems to think they’re lying. He wants them to run every test they have.”

I wanted to laugh, but even that was too hard. And there was nothing funny about Jonathan Statham right now.

“We’re going to run down to the cafeteria.” Ashley looked into my eyes. “Can we get you anything? Soup maybe?”

“No thank you.”

“I think we should get her some anyway.” “Me too, she’s probably too tired to realize that’s what she wants.”

I rolled my eyes as they walked out of the room, and before I could turn the lights off, I saw Jonathan standing in the doorway.

I looked away and stared straight ahead, pressing the TV button on my mini remote. I would have rather watched the paint mixing show than talk to him right now.

“Claire...” His voice was low.

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t believe he’d ignored all my calls for two weeks, couldn’t believe he hadn’t called after not hearing from me in almost two days.

“Claire, how are you feeling today?” His voice was hoarse.

I turned the volume up.

“You’re not talking to me?”

“I’ve been calling you for two weeks.” I kept my eyes glued to the TV. “I’ve clearly been trying to talk to you.”

I heard him walking closer to me, felt him brushing a hand against my cheek. “I’ve been calling you as well. I called as soon as you didn’t call me on the hour like you’ve been doing... You didn’t answer.”

“No. You didn’t.” I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to lie. Just admit that you’re f**king selfish and you wanted to continue making me suffer.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me.” I ignored the pain in my throat. “I can understand you being mad about me talking to Ryan, really I can. And I am so sorry that I hurt your feelings by talking to him at all. It was a mistake on my part and I shouldn’t have given him a second of my time, but that was last week and you haven’t called me at all this week. What the f**k is wrong with you?”

“Claire...”

“Even Ryan has called me since I’ve been here—f*cking Ryan! And apparently he’s the reason why I’m in here!” I noticed his eyes were blazing. “I haven’t called him back and I’m never going to, but...You haven’t called me since I got here—here in the f**king hospital, Jonathan. I’ve been here for two days and...” I tried not to cry. “You just...Didn’t you think something was wrong when all my phone calls suddenly stopped? Huh? Or are you that self-absorbed to where you can only focus on your anger? Even when your so-called fiancée is in the hospital?”