12 June 2012
They discharged me the next day. Adam picked me up, but instead of going back to Lucy and my block, we went to his. He picked me up and kissed me fiercely and we went into his room. That night it was just about me and him and not this stupid war and all it had taken from us. I woke up with the gentle early morning sun shining in my eyes. My head was resting on Adams chest and with every breath my head rose and fell. I crawled out of bed slowly trying not to wake him, I was wearing one of his old shirts, and it smelt like him a mixture of aftershave and lemon. Then he grabbed my wrist pulling me back to him and pulled me on top of him. 'I love you' he said covering my face in tiny kisses. 'I love you more' I said playfully back giving him a kiss for good measure. He flipped me over so he looked down at me but was careful to avoid my still tender stomach. 'not possible.' he smirked covering me with even more tiny kisses. 'stop' I squirmed underneath him, giggling. 'your tickling me' I squealed. 'we should go and see Lucy, so she knows that you are ok.' Adam said abruptly. I felt instantly guilty, I hadn't even thought about Lucy since I came round. We walked down to breakfast together, hands clasped together tightly. Lucy was in the middle of a conversation with Tom and I could tell from across the room that they both liked each other, as Lucy turned in Adam and I's direction she squealed, 'Abby' and ran quickly over enveloping me in a huge hug, her small baby bump pressing painfully into my bruises. We chatted for hours, long after breakfast was cleared away and until lunch was beginning to be served. That night we continued talking and I recounted my tale and what happened while I was in the coma, when suddenly she looked down and quietly said, 'Abby...I'm bleeding.'
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Love And War Chpt.22 • Opuss № I