“There’s one in Roxbury, but it might take them a while to fill it. They’re doing curbside, I believe.”
“Okay, uh. Hmm…” I grab the hospital gown I’m wearing. “What about my clothes?”
“I believe they were thrown out. My guess is they had to cut you out of your shirt, and you were probably covered in blood,” she explains. “I can check if we have anything that’s been left behind that might be your size. Or you can always leave in the gown.”
I let out a huff. “Great. Is there a taxi that can take me around? My family isn’t close.”
She tilts her head. “Sure, I can call one of them.”
“Thank you. You’re an angel, Patricia,” I say, grinning. She really has been nothing but amazing since I woke up.
Lunch gets delivered as I wait, but it literally looks like something Cami made on a bad day, which isn’t saying much. I chuckle at the thought but can’t force myself to eat it. Patricia enters with a pair of jogging pants and an oversized T-shirt along with a stack of papers in her hands.
“They’re my son’s and have been in my trunk for a while now. Might be a little big, but much better than that gown with the open back.” She snickers.
“Thank you so much. I’d kiss you if I could.”
She laughs. “You’re welcome. You remind me of my son, so it’s the least I can do.”
“You’re the best. Seriously,” I tell her.
“I have your discharge papers finally. I’ll need you to sign in a few places, then you can be on your way. I called a cab for you, and they’ll be here soon. I’m leaving a mask for you to wear while you’re out. Be careful with your sling while you change. Let me know if you need help.” Patricia shoots me a wink, then leaves. It takes me a minute to figure out how to do it one-handed, and she’s right, they’re large, but I’d take this any day of the week over that itchy gown that lets my ass hang out.
While slipping on my shoes, the only items of mine that were left, I notice blood splattered across the top.
I slip the mask over my face, and when I walk out of my room, it feels weird to finally be going home.
When I pass the nurses’ station, I wave goodbye and thank Patricia once again, then make my way to the elevator and go to the lower level.
Once I’m out of the main entrance, I’m shocked to see the nearly empty parking lot. Guess that’s what happens when visitors aren’t allowed, and only emergency surgeries are being done. My anxiety spikes as I sit on a bench and impatiently wait for my ride. All I want to do is talk to Cami and hold her. My dark thoughts appear as the fear of what the future holds consumes me. Is she upset with me? Does she regret the time we had together? Why hasn’t she reached out? Everything feels so wrong without her, and I don’t know if she’s still at the house or what’s going on. If anything, I just hope she’s safe.
Cami’s the only person on my mind, and I can’t stop thinking about her or us. I’m madly in love with her, and I don’t know how much longer I can go on without her knowing. I almost lost the opportunity to tell her, and I don’t want to wait any longer. When I see her, I’ll make sure she knows how much she means to me.
The taxi takes forever, and all I want is to return to the cabin to see Cami and our pets, but I need my prescriptions. I also need my laptop, so I can order another phone and check in with my boss. After that, I’ll need to decide what my next steps are. Going back to my apartment is out of the question, but if Cami is no longer at the cabin, I’m not sure I want to stay without her.
Too many thoughts are happening at once, and I suck in a deep breath, but it’s shallow. I need to calm down before my blood pressure rises, but I hate the insecurities flooding through me and not knowing what I’ll be walking into when I return.
After an hour of waiting, the cab finally pulls up, and I grab my papers and get inside. I ask him to take me to Roxbury and will have to find the pharmacy when we get there since I can’t look it up myself. He talks to me while he drives, but my focus is elsewhere.
Cami.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
CAMERON
ONE WEEK AGO
After I rushed Eli to the emergency room, they told me I couldn’t stay due to their lockdown restrictions, but I could call for an update. I was completely frustrated and angry over everything that had happened, and then not being able to stay with him made it worse.