I've Got Luck

I wake up early the next morning. Even though I only got 4 hours sleep, I’m wide awake. I have a shower and get dressed. I quickly eat breakfast and I begin off to the hospital. I reach it and go inside, Ashlynn’s room empty and so is the bed. I slowly begin to panic. I hear a flush and I look over to the bathroom in the room and the door soon opens.
“You’re awake,” I breathe out a sigh of relief.
Ashlynn looks at me, startled, “what are you doing here?”
“I came to see you,” I say moving closer to her.
She gives me a small smile and I cup her face gently. She suddenly gets a little bit of a panicked expression.
“Are you okay? Were you hurt?” She asks in a concerned tone, trying to look me over.
I smile, “I’m great now that you’re awake.”
She relaxes a little, “what happened?”
“Your car flipped when you were picking me up from Jack’s.”
She nods a little, “right. You were making a pass at me.”
I chuckle a little, “sounds like me.”
“Have you been coming to see me everyday?” She asks quietly.
I nod, “pretty much.”
“Anyone else?”
“Sammy, your mom, Jack and I think Eric was in here one day.”
“Eric?” She asks and I nod, “did he see you?”
I shake my head, “I was down the hall.”
“How long were you in here for?”
“Just a few days.”
“And me?”
“Almost a week.”
“Wow,” she whispers.
“The doctor is letting you go home today?”
She nods, "likely but they're waiting for some test results before confirming."
“I’m going to stay with you. To help.”
She gives me a suspicious look and I laugh, “I want to help you. I owe you that.”
She smiles a little, “okay.”
“Really? You’re giving in that fast?”
She makes her way back to the bed, “I’ll be the biggest pain in your ass.”
I chuckle as I walk close behind her. A couple of hours pass and the doctor confirms she's okay to go home and rest there.

***

“You okay?” I ask as I help Ash into her place.
“Alex, you’ve asked like 10 times, I’m fine!” She laughs.
I let her go and watch as she walks inside, a little slower than usual. I close the door and follow her in. She sits on the couch and I join her.
“Can I get anything for you?”
“I'm fine,” she replies quietly, “you don’t have to stay.”
I shake my head, “I want to.”
She gives a small sigh, “what if I didn’t want you to?”
“Don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” she whispers, “but what if I didn’t?”
“I would leave extremely unhappy.”
She smiles a little, “well, we wouldn't want that. You can stay.”
I chuckle, “thanks. You tired?”
She shrugs a little, “a little.”
“Want me to help you into bed?”
She sighs as she stands, “I’m sure you would love that.”
I follow behind her, “you know I would.”
We get into her room and she grabs her PJ’s and changes into them, I guess after we’ve slept together, she doesn’t care if I see her half naked. I sigh and pull off my clothes and pull a white t-shirt on, using my boxers for bottoms. We clean up and get into bed and as she does, she makes a small whimper.
“What?” I ask her.
“Nothing,” she says, obviously lying.
I sigh, “Ashlynn, what hurts?”
“My back,” she says, “it has it’s random spasms.”
“Lay on your stomach,” I instruct.
“It’s fine,” she begins to protest.
“Ashlynn, I’m tired of your protesting, just let me help.”
She mutters a couple profanities and I laugh a little. She lays on her belly and I sit up, gently rubbing her back. I continue to massage her and I wonder if she’s still awake. I hear her make a small noise and smirk, she’s enjoying it. I massage her for a while and soon, I realize she’s fallen asleep. I lay beside her and how wide awake I am. I lay there for a while, not sure what to do.
“Alex?” I hear Ashlynn whisper a couple hours later.
“You’re up?”
“Kind of,” she sighs and slowly rolls over to face me.
“What’s up?”
“Please don’t ever call me when you’re drunk again.”
I smile, “I promise.”
“Or try to make a pass at me while I’m driving.”
“I can’t promise that,” I joke.
I hear her give a soft chuckle and I carefully pull her closer and we relax there.
“Alex?” I hear her ask again.
“I love hearing you say my name,” I chuckle.
“What do you want?” She whispers.
“Huh?”
“In life, what do you want?”
“Um,” I say, thinking, “I want to continue working in the band. I want to travel everywhere. I want to marry the girl I love. Maybe have kids one day.”
“Sounds like a nice life,” she whispers.
“Yeah. What about you?”
“I want to get married too. Have kids. But not until I’m at least 24.”
“You plan to meet a guy within 3 years, marry him and have kids?”
“I hope to. But not have it all happen in that time frame. I hope to be married by then.”
I look at her, a little hard but some lights from the street add enough so I can see her face. She looks up at me and I press my lips to hers. She’s startled and hesitates but soon, she’s kissing me back. I begin to roll over to be on top but I stop, remembering it’ll hurt her. I sigh as I lay on my back again. She rests her head on my chest, her arm laying across me and I wrap mine around her waist, loosely.
“Goodnight,” she whispers,
“Goodnight.”
This is kinda like torture…