Page 30 of Saving Emily
“Can I shave you?”
My heart soars when Noah holds out his razor without a snick of hesitation. When I skip into the bathroom, he lifts me to sit on the vanity before tilting his head to the side to give me unlimited access to his jaw and neck. My hands shudder as I carefully drag the razor down his cheek.
“Why so serious?” Noah asks while twanging my protruded lip. “You can’t hurt me, Em. You don’t know how…”
I’m returned from my daydream by Jacob hissing about the closeness of the razor to Noah’s jugular. “If you draw blood. I’m outta here.”
By the time he stops laughing about the ‘fairy tap’ I hit him with, Noah’s mouthwatering jaw is no longer covered by a wiry beard.
“There you go, baby, Just like the old Noah,” I whisper before placing a kiss on his soft and deliciously smooth mouth.
21
While sitting in the doctor’s office, I study the patients surrounding me. I’m not just nervous about being at the doctor’s alone. I’m anxious because this is the first time I’ve left Noah since he was transferred to Ravenshoe Private Hospital.
Numerous pregnant ladies fill the waiting room chairs. Some appear as if they’re about to pop, whereas others only have small bumps on display. The lady next to me has a completely flat stomach.
The last time I sat in this doctor’s office was with Jenni. That was the first time she saw baby Jasper on the ultrasound monitor. It only took hearing his heartbeat for her to know she could never have an abortion. I’ve only seen Jasper four times since he was born, twice at the hospital he was born in, once when I was organizing our wedding, and three days after Noah’s accident when Jenni was allowed to visit Noah for the first time.
Jenni has visited since then, but she doesn’t bring Jasper into the hospital because of the germs. I told her it’s fine and that I understood her concern, but I miss seeing Jasper. He is the most precious little boy. Thank God Jenni is obsessed with updating her Facebook account as it keeps me updated on all aspects of Jasper’s life.
This office was also the first place I laid my eyes on Noah’s mom in person. She’s the only person who hasn’t visited Noah since his accident. She is aware he was injured, as Jacob called her along with Noah’s bandmates the night of his accident.
Although I’d rather not deal with Maree, Dr. Morgan is the only obstetrician in Ravenshoe, so I wasn’t surprised Jacob booked an appointment here. Mercifully, Noah’s mom wasn’t sitting behind the reception desk when I entered fifteen minutes ago. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if I had to be served by her. Today has been a rollercoaster of emotions with both soaring highs and devastating lows. Noah’s smile was by far the summit of my day. Fingers crossed it isn’t the only highlight.
I tap my foot fast on the floor, distracting myself from the urgent need to pee. I'm bursting at the seams as Jacob encouraged me to drink the two liters of water ‘Dr. Google’ recommended patients drink before having an ultrasound. My bladder is so full, if they don’t call me soon, I may wet my pants.
When a nurse enters the waiting room from the hallway, I soundlessly beg for her to call my name. My shoulders slump when she says, “Rosa Porter.”
I sink deeper into my chair while continuing to tap my foot like crazy. It’s not working. Nothing works. Incapable of holding my bladder for a second longer, I jump out of my chair and head to the lady seated behind the reception desk.
“I’m sorry, but I can’t hold in this water any longer,” I warn her as my face grimaces from the pain of an almost bursting bladder.
The receptionist grabs a paper cup from underneath her desk. “Don’t empty all your bladder; just fill this cup, then stop.”
I scrutinize the cup that is the size of a shot glass before returning my eyes to the receptionist. “Seriously?”
She stares at me with her manicured brow raised high before briskly nodding.
Unimpressed, I snatch the paper cup from her hand before making a beeline for the bathrooms located at the end of the hall.
Once I've fastened the latch into place, I lower my black stretchy pants. I try my hardest to stop peeing once the cup is full. However, it soon overflows as my bladder relishes being emptied.
I eventually get my flow to lessen, but only after my bladder stops protesting about being forced to nearly burst.
After washing my hands, I make my way into the hall while trying in vain to remove guilt from my face. Just as I’m about to round the corner, I crash into someone cutting it from the other side.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” I apologize while bending down to collect the manila folders I caused the person to drop.
“It’s fine; don’t worry about it.”
When I hand the discarded folders to my giggling counterpart, I come face to face with Noah's mom. I gulp loudly as the thud of my heart descends to my stomach. After issuing her a shaky smile, I dart past her. I make it halfway down the corridor before she calls my name.
“It’s you, isn’t it?”
I reluctantly pivot around to face her, my knees shaking.
“You’re the one he left everything to?”
