His therapist said that he was showing a lot of progress already. Duh! I don't want to be a damn junkie. That's why. I used to love it, but if she hates it, so do I.
Saralynn had been by to see him. She had said that he looked better; that had made his day. He didn't like this place, but he knew it was good for him. Saralynn couldn't love him until he was better, and he couldn't get better without this place.
He tried to tell himself that he loved Saralynn, that it wasn't just a physical thing, but he wasn't so sure. Sometimes his mind played tricks on him; made him feel things that weren't neccesarily true things. Maybe now he hated drugs almost as much as her, but he still craved them.
He had winced with every movement. They had gotten him out of bed so that he could move around. He couldn't see where he was going and kept bumping into things no matter how hard the people in the room tried to guide him.
He hated this with a passion that he wished to turn towards Melyssa. He only knew her as a name. He knew the name, but couldn't connect it with the rest of his life yet. How he hated this.
He woke up, not knowing that he had fallen asleep. "Isaac?"
He blinked and looked around. "Hmm?"
"Isaac!"
"Krystle?"
"I came as soon as I heard. I was so scared. They didn't think you'd make it. I had to have Mom drive me over here. If I had driven..."
"Krystle, I love you so much. I only lived for you."
"Ike, don't say that. You may love me a lot, but don't you love your family more?"
"No. I can't say I do. They may have always been there, but they were never as special to me as you."
Krystle carefully placed her arms around his neck and they shared a warm hug. "Besides, it won't be too much longer before you and our child are my family. Then, and only then, will I love my family more than I love you because I'll love you and another."
"Isaac, that's sweet, but don't you already love him?"
"Him? How do you know?"
"Intuition. But don't you love him already?"
Isaac hugged Krystle closer. "Yeah. I guess I do."
"Taylor?"
"Hmm?"
"Man, I got something for you."
His roommate held out a closed fist. Taylor held his palm under that fist, which soon opened. He clenched his fist and pulled it toward him. He opened it to reveal a piece of rolling paper stuffed with something he was here to forget.
He tried to give it back, but he was greeted with a shaking head. Unwillingly, he tossed it across the room, but memorized it's location. He still craved it, he just didn't want it.
"Zac?"
"Melyssa?"
"Yeah. Um, you told me you loved me yesterday. Why?"
He could hear the pain in her voice. "Because I do."
"But why?"
"When I was in that coma, I heard every word you said to me. You knew I could. You blamed yourself for my stupidity. You don't know me, but you were there. Love isn't something you can explain. It just happens. It happened. I love you."
"You're wrong, Zac. First of all, it was my fault, not yours. Second of all, I do know you."
"No. It was my fault. I was the one out skating without a helmet or anything. If I had been wearing my helmet, I would have gotten a couple scrapes or something. Besides, I could have fallen anywhere. Anyway, how do you know me?"
"Okay, Zac. Whatever. And, I know you because my sister is engaged to your brother. Okay?"
"Melyssa?"
"Yeah?"
"Melyssa Smith. I've had the biggest crush on you for years."
"Me? Why?"
"That's something else that's unexplainable."
She sniffled. "Well, I've got to go now. Krystle is in your brother's room and I have to tell her that we need to go."
"My brother? Which one?"
"Well, Isaac of course. Taylor was here yesterday, but he's in rehab now. You mean, you didn't know?"
"No. Why is he here?"
"He was in an accident. He was coming over to our house and a drunk driver hit him. He's okay, but he had to have an operation to fix something or other. Taylor ODed on something and willingly went to rehab, so that's good I guess."
Zac sat up quickly and got out of the damned hospital bed that he was in. He walked quickly in the direction that he thought the door was, but felt pain a moment later. Of course! His IV. He just wanted to see Isaac. To see his family.
"Zac, I'll go get the doctor. I'll be right back, okay?"
"Okay."
As soon as she left he curled up into a little ball on the cold tile floor of his room at Tulsa General Hospital.
"Krystle?"
"Yeah, Lis?"
"We've got to go, y'know. Are you going to go see Zac before we leave? The doctors just put him back in his bed. He found out Ike was here. He tried to run to the door or something, and his IV ripped out."
"Yeah. Just a minute."
"Isaac?"
"Yeah, yeah, Krys. I'll c'ya tomorrow."
They embraced once more before the sisters left the room to visit his younger brother.
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