There's No Way To Fix Us

*Carla*
My head hurts so bad I nearly scream in pain, hoping it would go away. But I couldn't do that in front of Brad, it would kill him to see me do that, even right now just looking at me, he was scared for life. I knew he cared, but not this much. I slipped in and out of consciousness. First I saw Brad just staring at me like there was spinach in my teeth. Then everything went black and I saw a glimpse of Brad on the phone with someone. Hopefully he was calling an ambulance and not having a personal phone call. What a bad time to have one of those. I look over at Steph, who was wiping my involuntary tears and smiled. I don't think either of them noticed me. I feel so bad, so tired, but knowing my personal bodyguards here, they wouldn't let me sleep.
"Use one.... Head... Stop... Bleeding." That wasn't Brad's voice. Someone new was in the room. No one I knew though. I opened up my eyes again to see Brad come back with a washcloth.
"This may hurt, but it will help," he told me softly and sat the cloth on my head, applying pressure to my wound. Damn, it hurt so bad, but I couldn't let him see. I winced in pain, but only a little. I tried to look strong, just for him.
Just as my head started to get numb from the pressure, there was a knock at the door, Brad handed Steph the bloodied washcloth and answered the door. EMT workers entered Brad's house soon thereafter.
"They... they're in the living room," he stuttered to the people and they rushed over to me and Kara, who has moved very little since the incident. A man tried to help me up, but it hurt for him to even touch me. I winced again and he put me down. I felt so small, like a little child in Toys R Us. Except I wasn't happy and I wasn't surrounded by toys. Kara was screaming in pain as the EMT's put her on the stretcher. So stuck up, even when she needed help from older and important people. I hurt so bad when the man tried again to get me up on the stretcher. Brad was staring right in my eyes until they lifted me. I was being strong, just for him, but I wanted to cry so bad. He looked back at me when they strapped me up and started loading us into the ambulances.
"Brad, I'll be okay," I almost whispered to him. I tried to look at him until we got into the ambulance but my neck hurt so bad I had to lay it down. I stared up into the sky until it turned to white metal. I closed my eyes. A cold hand on my shoulder woke me up from my pretend slumber.
"Dear, you can't sleep." Says a woman paramedic. "We don't want you to fall under, do we now?"
"No... Ma'am." I whisper. I take a deep sigh and my chest hurt so bad. I guess the adrenaline rush had ended for me a while ago; my body was starting to cramp up and seize.
"How are you feeling?" She starts up a conversation with me.
"Like crap. What... What is your... name?" I ask her, changing the subject.
"Carla." She said. I looked at her with a twisted face.
"That's my name." I whispered to her. Her face went to surprise, then to enjoyment.
"Well, that's pretty cool, Carla. I haven't met another Carla in a long while. Sad to see you like this." She looked straight into my eyes and kind of frowned. Her eyes became glassy and Carla rubbed my forehead with her thumb. My mouth twitched in a smile. It was nice, having an almost complete stranger be so kind to me like this. I turned my head back to the ceiling and shut my eyes. I took a deep breath through my nose and winced in pain as my chest expanded. I opened my eyes back up to find tears have leaked out of the corners of my eyes. Carla wiped them away and I sighed.
Every bump of the road I could feel deep in my bones, and it hurts. I'm tired of saying "it hurts" even though it does, a lot. It's painful, that's what I'll describe this as from now on, painful. Even more painful that Brad isn't here. But I have Carla, who is still sitting with me, talking to me, until we got to the hospital. I didn't feel any better than I did fifteen minutes ago, but somehow I did think a lot brighter. I have friends in high places, they wanted me to live, if not, I could have died from that blow to the head on his table. As soon as they got the ambulance parked in the back where they can get the stretcher out, Carla kissed my forehead to tell me that she cared and said:
"Take care, Carla dear." And smiled. The lights catch a glitter on the face, which I know for a fact is a tear.
They rolled to cot-like bed to the pavement and into the double doors into the clean-smelling hospital. I turned my head, which was one of the first things to stiffen, slowly, and watched the numbers count down on the doorways above the rooms.
15...13... 11... 9...
The medics turn my stretcher into an ER marked 7 and my head turns back to the ceiling. The men who drove me here lifted my weakening body into the soft, clean bed and a nurse walks in to clean my wounds.
"This will only hurt a second, deary." She told me. She looked older, maybe 50 or so, with her graying hair slicked back into a ponytail.
Think happy thoughts.... Candy canes... Stephanie... Brad...
The thought of Brad hurt more than the pressure Jackie, my nurse, was putting on my head. Where were they? Him and Steph. I really wanted them here with me. I didn't want to be by myself in a time like this. I felt so alone.
"Ma... Ma'am. May I go to sleep now. I'm really tired and I haven't slept in days." I wasn't a complete lie; I was really tired, I just hadn't slept in hours, not days. More like a day. To many thoughts were jumbling into my mind. I have to sleep.
"I'm sorry dear," she started to say, "but I don't have that jurisdiction over that. You will have to wait on the doctor. He should be in here to check on you in ju..."
"Okay, Miss Carla Wilson. I heard your the other the other patient of the big house fight tonight." Says a doctor who was so tall he had to duck under the door frame to get inside the ER. Shaggy brown hair fell from his head and he didn't look older than 25. His voice made me shiver. Nurse Jackie walks past him and out the door.
"Yes sir." I croak.
"How you feeling?" There's something about him...
"I've been better... By a long shot." I joke and chuckle, only to wince in pain shortly after. For some reason, I didn't want to do that in front of this man.
"Well your going to need a few x-rays to make sure your fine inside, however from the looks of you now," he walks over and shines a small flashlight into my eyes, and it blinds me momentarily, and hurt eminently then said, "...you do have a concussion." The light flicks off. "I'm going to have to wrap you in a few bandages and hook this...," he grabs a tube connected to a machine and stabs it into the crease of my arm,"... into you to help you recover alright."
"OW!" I squealed and glared at him with hateful eyes. He chuckled at me and smiled.
"Here," he grabbed a gray remote off a table after he was done wrapping me in cream-ish gauze and turned on the small TV on the wall. "You have something to watch now. Probably just like the one at home, meaning the way it works." He explained and tossed it on my belly. With that, he turned with his clipboard and walked out the door.
OK... What now... I think to myself. I grab the remote off my stomach and pressed the red power button. A football game was on and I couldn't tell who the teams were. I think they were the Florida Gators and the Georgia Tech Bumble Bees but I couldn't tell. I just watched the action in the pursuing teams. I wish I could sleep but doctors orders say that I couldn't.
After about halfway through the first half of the game I could hear commotion outside. I ignored it because I was in a hospital and there was always many noises inside a hospital. Then my door opened and I thought it was my doctor again. What was strange is that he didn't talk as soon as he walked in the door like he usually did. I looked over and saw faces I thought I'd never see again. I couldn't help but smile, and from ear to ear.
"Oh my gosh, I thought they'd never let you guys back here," I exclaimed, giggling at them. Again, I had forgotten I was injured badly, and winced in pain.
Brad, being the lover and careful person that he is for me, rushed to my side. He made me feel like a puppy, petting my head and kissing my cheeks.
"I'm fine, Brad. Really.. you are just so dramatic sometimes," I told him, pulling his head down to my itching lips.
"Carla, how are you feeling?" The doctor loudly crashed in, interrupting our glorious kiss.
"I'm fine. Can I please go home?" I complained to him. I still don't know his name. I think I should by now. Forget it Carla.
"Carla, you have a concussion. You are bruised. You... you're just all around hurt," Said Steph, listing all these issues I now had.
"Concussion is about the worst. She is lucky that's all. I wouldn't say the same for Kara Ambers," The doctor explained, jotting things on his clipboard. What was he writing? I was beginning to grow impatient with this man.
"How bad is she?" Steph questioned.
"Concussion, a broken rib or two, that's a few of her problems right now. But they'll both be alright," The doctor finished, smiling at the three of us. I'm done with him.
"Can I go?" I pestered the question again, showing my impatience.
"We need you to stay the night. We need to make sure you are okay," The doctor told us, "And we are about to move you into a room." Another one?
I groaned in annoyance, then sighed. "Fine," I muttered to them.
The doctor smiled again and then left the room.
"Brad... Sneak me out?" I turned to him and asked.
"No ma'am," he told me, kissing my dry lips softly.
"But... I don't want to be stuck here... all night... alone," I whined at him, looking innocent and like a lost little girl.
"I'm going to go home, tidy up, grab some clothes, and I will stay with you all night. I promise," he said, looking into my pleading eyes.
"Don't leave me," I whispered to him.
"I'll do it for you," Steph said, smiling at me. She's always there for me, no matter what. Now what about him?
"Really?" he asked her, smiling. I think he's trying to get out of it. Does he really care?
"Yes. Carla needs you," Steph told him sternly, walking out the door to the lobby. Brad was still here, unmoving and stared at me.
"I'll be right back okay? I'm not going to leave you." He cooed to me, his voice making my blood run cold.
"Mkay." I whispered. He followed in Steph's footprints and walked out the door. I turned my head toward the T.V., which had the volume all the way down. Florida had won the game and were celebrating they're victory on the field. I turned the T.V. to a movie and watched it until someone came into my room.
A nurse, not nurse Jackie, came into the room with a wheelchair and told us that it was time to go into our over night hospital room.
"But what about Brad?" I started to panic.
"He'll have to ask to see you and the lobby clerk will tell him. Don't worry." The nurse rubbed my shoulders then rolled over the wheelchair. I gathered all my strength and swung my legs over the edge off the bed. Tears fled from my eyes as I slid from the bed and onto the floor. I was nearly rocking myself back and forth in the chair when I finally sat down and got ready. The nurse pushed me through the halls to our room marked 32 and swung me inside. There was one bed for Brad when he returned and my hospital bed where I slowly climbed into. I didn't have to be strong if Brad wasn't here. My free feeling time, where I could cry and let out everything because no one was here to criticize me. Once I was situated into my makeshift bed for the night, Brad strolled in.
"I knew they were gonna switch you while I was gone. Good thing I didn't take to long." He walked over to his bed and dropped his and my things, so he told me, and came over to me.
"I was worried about you while I was gone too." He whispered in my ear. I giggled and turned toward the door as the nurse walked in again.
"If she needs anything, you can press this nurse button and we will have a nurse here as quick as we can," The woman told him as she smiled at him kindly. I couldn't help but watch his face, and smile at him.
"Thank you," he said to the woman who then turned and left our room.
When she closed the door, I let out a wanting sigh.
"Can you please come lay with me?" I asked, giving him puppy dog eyes.
He climbed into my hospital bed and as he did, I could feel my heart beating in my wounds, in my veins. He cuddled me and I curled like a cat inside him.
I didn't stay there long, and I lifted up my head and tried to stare into his eyes. I could feel my breath coming off of this shiny face. The fear in his eyes made me laugh, because it wasn't scared fear, it was a "please don't" fear.
"Can you calm down? I'm not going to force you into sex while I'm in the hospital," I giggled at him.
My mouth opened wider than it normally did Brad kissed me while it was there. This offered me to some fun and I pushed my tongue into his mouth, hoping to get some love in return. Instead, he pulled back, a sound coming up from his deeper throat.
"Carla, you are in a flipping hospital, for crying out loud. Is this really the time?" He questioned me sternly.
"Br... Brad. I'm sorry," I stuttered and felt that stupid bodily salt water swelling up in my eyes.
"Don't cry, baby," he cooed, kissing me again making up for what just happened.
I laughed at him. "I love you, Brad," I told him, looking into his deep hazel eyes. I laid my head between his chest and my body, yet he still didn't say it. I was waiting without saying anything. He wrapped his arm that he wasn't laying on around my waist and kissed my moistened lips with so much passion, I was surprised he didn't climb on top of me right then. He snaked his tongue into my mouth first and we played with our tongues for the longest time. He pulled away from our kiss, and I almost cried when he stopped because it felt so good to have him like this again.
"I love you too, Carla Marie." He whispered as he stared into my eyes, his gaze and eyes were soft. I smiled and blushed and laid my head down against his chest again and he rubbed my hair with his thumb. I couldn't sleep, so I laid awake for hours in the same position with Brad, who only moved to kiss my forehead. I know he loves me now, there was no doubt about it. I learned that we can fix this, if it's not already fixed. He is going to try, I know he is. I have so much hope for our relationship now that if something happened, I would only cope with it by dying. But I am not going to think of that because I am in such a happy mood with Brad holding me in his strong arms. This moment can and will never end. This is an example of true love, and it's all mine.