6: Corabelle
My parents were going to drive me crazy. They’d sat around my bed all day, talking about the most inane things. Knitting. Football. Construction in my hometown.
“You guys are in one of the most beautiful cities in California,” I said. “Go out and see the sights.”
Mom shook her head. “While you are still recovering? Of course not.”
Every time the door opened, my anxiety rose that the social worker would return and my parents would want to stick around for the interrogation. They had no clue that I’d been kicked out of New Mexico State, only that I had decided to finish out my degree at the school I had originally applied to. They also didn’t know I had forfeited my scholarships and was going into debt.
But Miss Cat-Eye Glasses probably knew all of that.
I poked at the new phone Dad had brought, wishing my old one would turn on so that I could at least get a contact list. Neither Jenny nor Gavin had called or texted me, both thinking mine was still defunct. I vowed to memorize their numbers from now on, so I’d never be out of contact again. I felt cut off from the world.
“I’m surprised Gavin hasn’t tried to connive his way back to your room today,” Dad said. “I’m looking forward to kicking him out. I already talked to the staff and they said if he isn’t family, he can be asked to leave.”
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck start to hackle. “Dad, I’m over eighteen, and I want him here. You can’t turn him away on my behalf.”
“Don’t you remember those days after he left?”
Mom looked up from her knitting, her reading glasses low on her nose. “Arthur, let’s not go there.”
Dad paced the room. “You were devastated. I wanted to find that boy and pulverize him.”
I tugged at a loose string on the hospital gown. Dad had changed. He never would have said things like this before Finn.
“And now look at you. He no more comes back and here you are in the hospital.” He whirled around. “I am convinced he was responsible for this.”
“Now you know Gavin was the one who pulled her out,” Mom said.
“So obviously he was there when she went in!”
I set the phone down by my leg. “I’m right here, you know.”
Dad came forward and sat by my feet. “Tinker Bell, you were doing so well before. I can’t help but think all the upset is what got you in this situation.”
“What situation is that? I got a little wet, and I ended up sick. I’m better now, and I’ll be out of here soon. All this will be behind me.” Why wouldn’t he let this go?
Something moved in the doorway, and I looked to see Gavin standing there, his face red with fury.
“Do you have something you want to accuse me of…sir?”
Dad twisted on the bed. “Oh, good.” He reached across me to push the nurse call button.
“Don’t do that!” I shouted. “This is ridiculous!”
“No, him being here is ridiculous,” Dad said. “Baby, why won’t you listen to reason on this?”
Gavin moved through the room with coiled energy, like a panther. He took my hand. “How are you feeling?”
I hung on, watching my father glare at Gavin’s back. “I’m getting around today.”
He set my backpack on the floor. “I brought you the notes from class today and your books so you could catch up.”
I looked around him at my dad in an “I told you so look,” but he was heading for the door. I didn’t like this. “Dad, where are you going?”
He didn’t answer but kept moving. I turned to Mom. “What has gotten into him?”
She set her knitting in her lap. “I can’t calm him down. It’s like he’s built up too many years of being Mr. Nice Guy, and it’s all going to blow.”
“You have to stop him. I won’t let them kick Gavin out.”
She shoved her yarn in a bag. “I’ll go see what he’s up to.”
“Take him out to dinner or something. Get him away for a while.” I could feel the tension in my neck and back, and several of the aches blossomed into a burn. I’d ask for pain meds again, or maybe not. I really needed to be awake to study. But this was not to be borne.
When the room had emptied, Gavin leaned over for a kiss. He aimed for a light peck, but I brought my arms up to his neck, keeping him there, wanting to feel something other than anger, panic, and exhaustion.
He shifted closer to me, running his fingers across my cheek. As his lips crossed lightly over my mouth in a caress, I could feel everything downshift, settling back into a steady rhythm.
“I’ve missed holding you,” he whispered against my skin.
“So hold me now,” I said.
He leaned into me, pulling my head against his chest. He smelled of the garage, oil and machinery, a bit of sea air from the ride over. Masculine and good. After the antiseptic sterility of the hospital, he was bliss.
“Should we time the nurse rounds so we know when there’s a gap?” He released me just enough that I could turn my face up to see his evil grin.
“You are so bad,” I said. “They can’t exactly kick ME out.”
“See, we’re all covered.” He leaned down to kiss me again, and this time, despite the lingering weakness in my muscles, the heat from the contact began to spread through me. He gripped my chin and slid his tongue in my mouth, and now my fingers were tight around his biceps. I yearned for him, dying to get out of this gray room and someplace where I could be with him, explore all the things about him that were not yet familiar, to know him like I once did.
His arm wrapped around my back and pulled me close, crushing me against him. I let the walls and glaring industrial light fall away, closing my eyes to the rails and machines and clinical equipment. There was nothing but his body and his mouth, his hands and hard muscles, the nape of his neck beneath my fingers.
“Good God, get him out of here NOW,” my father barked.
Gavin didn’t even flinch, but withdrew slowly, on his own time frame, unwilling to be jolted away. He settled me carefully back against the pillow.
My mom had her fists pressed against her mouth, clearly upset but not willing to speak up. My dad was red-faced, more worked up than I think I’d ever seen him. Beside him, a short man in a blue hospital security uniform looked sheepish and uncertain.
“I understand you are unwanted here,” the guard said.
“I want him here,” I said. “Dad, you’re going too far.”
Gavin stood up to face them. “I understand you’re upset—”
“DO YOU?” Dad’s voice boomed through the walls and Mom jumped.
“I do,” Gavin said, his voice even.
“Escort him out!” Dad said to the guard.
“Why don’t we just take a little walk?” the guard said. “Let Dad here cool down.”
“Can’t Dad be the one to take the walk?” Gavin crossed his arms across his chest, staring down both the men.
“Gavin, please,” I said. “This is too much.”
Mom dropped her arms. “You know, maybe everybody should leave. Corabelle needs her rest.” She picked up her knitting bag. “Arthur, let’s go. Gavin, come down too. This is not good for her recovery.”
“Text me,” I told Gavin. “I have a new phone, same number.”
He turned around, his eyes searching mine.
I nodded encouragingly. “Text me.”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” the guard said. “Let’s all head out.”
Mom took Dad’s arm and pulled him to the door. He walked stiffly, still angry. Gavin let the guard follow behind them, then pulled his phone out and held it in his fist. “Five minutes?” he asked.