Page 38 of Words from the Heart
Chapter 28
Delilah and Hank sat in Parker’s room, waiting for him to be brought back from recovery. The doctor told them that his surgery had gone well and that they had been able to repair the damage to his femur. He would need come physical therapy, but otherwise, he would be alright.
Delilah couldn’t contain her joy when they wheeled him into the room. His head was no longer wrapped like it had been, instead, he had a large bandage taped to the side of his head. His eyes were black and blue, his cheeks were tiny cuts. His leg was in a cast from his toes to his hip. No longer were there tubes running from his mouth, only tubes connected to the i.v. stand attached to his bed.
“He’s probably going to sleep a lot. The doc put him on some pretty good pain meds.” The nurse checked him over before leaving the room.
“He looks better.” Hank grumbled.
“Better than what?” Delilah glared at him.
“Better than death.” Hank patted his friends foot, “I’ll leave you two alone and grab us some food. Talk to him, Delilah. He deserves to know.”
“Yeah… he does. Thanks, Hank.”
Delilah sat next to Parker, waiting, needing him to wake up again. She wanted to tell him how she felt. No, she needed to tell him how she felt. All this time she pushed him away, worried it was too soon or wrong to be in love with someone this quick, but she realized it was stupid. This man had brought her back to life. Now she was going to show him how much that meant to her.
“Delilah,” the quiet sound of Parker’s voice filled the room.
“Parker.” Delilah sat up, scooting to sit on his bed. She grabbed his hand, “You’re awake. Thank god.”
“Don’t cry – I’m good.”
“Good? You almost died, Parker.”
“But I didn’t.”
Delilah gently pressed her lips to his, “I thought I’d never get to see you again.”
“Hey… I said no crying. Delilah,” Parker ran his hand through her hair, “I’m here.”
Delilah let all the emotions spill out. She couldn’t stop crying. Parker pulled her close, rubbing her hair as her tears spilled onto his chest. When her tears had finally stopped flowing, she wiped her cheek and sat up.
“Feel better?”
“God, I’m so sorry. Here you are lying in a bed and I’m acting like a baby.”
“Delilah…”
“Parker, I need to say something.”
“Can I ask you something first?”
“Um, yeah,” Delilah smiled.
“Did you talk to me when I was unconscious? I thought you were reading to me, but it’s kind of foggy.”
“Yeah – I read one of the letters to you.”
“Can you tell me about it now?”
“Parker, it’s not important. Well, I mean it is, but not right now.”
“Delilah, humor me.”
“Momma Belle was dying.” Delilah blurted out.
“Wait, what?”
