Page 75 of Game Changer

And then hop on up here and help a guy out. Christ, I’m horny. And you’re beautiful. I feel like a montage from one of those soppy-sweet rom-coms. I almost died. I’m glad to be alive. Everything looks brighter and sounds better than it did before my accident. Dang, I sound corny as hell. Don’t say any of this out loud. People will hurt me.

“Any numbness?” she repeated.

“No, none,” he answered, wiggling his extremities.

“You sure?” she eyed him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Dear GOD woman, could you be any hotter right now? All authoritative and shit. I’m dying over here. Not, like, head injury dying. But I’m going to destroy the sheets at any moment kind of dying.

Getting to her feet, she walked to the bottom of the bed. “Can you feel this?” she asked him, as she touched various parts of his feet and legs. He answered yes to all. Taking both his hands in hers, she asked him to squeeze her fingers. He did.

“Would you stop poking the guy and kiss him already?” Jeremy told her from where he stood at the open door.

AJ sighed inwardly,of course you’re here. Now I can’t do inappropriate things to my girlfriend in this hospital bed. Jeremy, I’m going to die of sexual frustration and it’s your fault. You’re killin’ me, man.

“I’m sorry,” she started. “I just had to check.”

“I know,” AJ answered. “It was very cute.” He smiled, wiping a stray tear from her cheek. “Please don’t cry,” he said gently, slipping his arm around her.

“You scared me, AJ,” she said quietly.

“I’m sor–”

She stopped him with a kiss.

Shit. Don’t lose it. Think of, I dunno, something? Anything? Jeremy’s watching. And she’s upset. It’s really not the time to get biblical with her, AJ.

She rested her head on his shoulder and he let her cry, holding her. Soothing her. “It’s ok, babe.” He assured her. “I’m ok.”

“Sorry to interrupt.”

Oh great. More medical people. Come on in, join the par-tay why don’t ya? It’s not like I’ve been unconscious for days and I want to spend time alone with my girlfriend or anything.

Down, boy! They’re just doing their jobs and making sure you don’t die – what with the head injury and coma and all.

“Hi,” Lisa said.

“Good morning,” the doctor replied.

“I took some notes earlier.” Lisa extended the book towards the doctor as the nurse went to take readings from the machines. He took it from her and started to read, “Thank you. We obviously have to do all our own tests and checks on AJ, but it is always helpful to compare his answers.”

“I just woke up and I gotta take a test? Can’t I pretend I’m still sleeping?” AJ said, humorlessly.

I’m so friggin’ sick of the machines. The tests. The people. Dear god, the goddamn medical people. I can’t sleep, ‘cause they’re here messing with the machines. I can’t eat ‘cause they come and interrupt. I can’t even have a conversation with the woman I have just remembered is my motherfucking girlfriend ‘cause of course you’re fucking here. Can’t you all just leave me the hell alone for one goddamn moment?

Anger sparked inside him and he struggled to contain it. He wrung his hands together and avoided Lisa’s gaze.

“Looks as though you still have your sense of humor AJ. That’s a good sign. How do you feel?”

“I have a headache, and I’m sick of people asking me how I’m doing.” AJ snapped.

Are we done yet? Can you please fuck the fuck off?

“AJ?” Lisa questioned, “What’s going on?”

What’s wrong? She says. It’s like she has no goddamn clue that I’ve been trapped in my own body for over a week and now I’m awake I’m trapped in this fucking cage with a pounding headache.

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