My doctor has ordered me to stay on bedrest. And because Kale wasn't at the hospital for once, I saw this as the perfect opportunity to try to walk a little bit, at least to the chair which was right next to my bed. Wisdom flies out the window when I'm bored. I had been in the bed slowly healing for over a month. The brace on my leg seemed sturdy enough, so it was time to put it to the test. I stood shakily, feeling instant vertigo from the change in posture. I tried to steady myself, but I hadn't stood in over a month! I felt myself falling backwards and then overcompensated by pulling myself forward too far.
Kale caught me. I had been so engrossed in trying to walk I didn't even see him come in. Kale gave me a reprimanding look. "I thought you were on bedrest."
I sighed and hugged him. "I couldn't stand another moment in that bed." I changed the subject, though not to a better one. "Dr. Baxter is running more tests this afternoon."
Dr. Baxter met us in the afternoon and began yet another round of tests. Although I did like that the tests got me out of bed, they were extremely long and tedious and Dr. Baxter spared no detail. I knew he was just doing his job, but I couldn't help feeling I was being treated a bit like a lab rat. Apparently, the fact that I could walk fascinated Dr. Baxter as he was so certain that I wouldn't be able to when he first ran his initial tests and xrays. Atleast Kale was allowed to stay in the room test after test after test. We had spent more time together in the past month than we did during my college terms. It made all the tests almost bearable.
Some days when Nurse Nel was available, she would give me acupuncture treatments to help with pain. She became my new favorite person ;)
Eventually my arms went through their last surgery. I still had a ways to go with my leg but it was something. Some evidence that things were getting better and changing.
Speaking of change, the day before Lyddia was discharged, Kyle worked up the nerve to kiss her. They went on their first date the day she was discharged. I know Kyle is tough, but I worry about him choosing to date her. If something happened to her he would never forgive himself...much like he still wasn't over my accident. Everytime I see him he is apologizing.
Now that my arms were better I was coming to a rather dreary conclusion. My scars might never go away. I might always have discolored skin and lips. I am not a vain person, really, but the thought of having permanent scars was a bit depressing.
I ran into Kale sobbing about it one day. He caught me, looking alittle off balance. "What's wrong, Holly?" I spoke between sobbing hiccups (with as much dignity as I could muster) "I might always have scars!" I blurted.
Kale bit his lip, trying not to laugh. "This is..is...serious!" I sobbed. Kale smiled playfully. "You are so right, because if you have scars then I must love you less because I am that superficial." He tilted his head to the side. "Honestly Holly, you could have a peg leg and eye patch, I wouldn't love you any less." Kale leaned in and I wiped my eyes, smiling. His love never ceased to amaze me.
His phone went off. "It's Detective Darrin." He answered it. "Hello?" Kale asked. Detective Darrin stated. "Well, it may not be much, but we got him on something. Hopefully, if we expedite it to court, we can get our case through soon." Kale listened, in amazement. "Did you hear me, Kale? Kanoa is going to jail."
End of Part 10
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