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The swelling in my face is gone with just some bruising still lingering.My arm is getting better and I’m not required to wear it in the sling as much.The cast is annoying and itchy but that is to be expected.I’m hoping that next week when I go back to LA for my check up that everything is healing properly, and that I don’t have any setbacks.
“We better head back home in time to catch Steven.I’d hate for the poor kid to panic if someone doesn’t answer the door,” Dad jokes as we round the bend.We’ve hiked longer today than we did Monday.
On Monday, Steven dropped off an envelope.I thought maybe it was a gift card but when I opened it, it was a picture of us on one of our dates.It looked just like a baseball rookie trading card but with us on the front.On the back Linc had written the date and where we went that day.I’d never felt more emotional in all my life.Every day this week, I’ve received a rookie card of us during our relationship, and it makes my stomach flutter like it always does when Linc comes into the room.
Walking through the backyard, we take the steps up and open the screened in porch right when the doorbell rings.
“I’d say that was perfect timing,” Dad announces, holding the door for me to walk through.
With a little pep in my step, I open the front door and come face to face with Steven.
“Delivery for Everly!”
“Hi, Steven,” I greet.
He hands me the envelope, then heads down the drive to his car with a little wave.I don’t even have the door closed before I’m tearing into the card.Inside is another rookie card of us but on the night we made love.We were standing right outside the restaurant.You could tell by the looks in our eyes at how much we meant to each other.On the back of the card Linc wrote the date and the name of the place we went.He also included in quotes,“Best Night of My Life”underneath it.Inside is the note I’ve been secretly waiting for all week.
Everly,
I love you, I love you, I love you.
You are the best thing to ever happen to me.
You light up every room you walk into.I’ve noticed this past week how much you’ve changed my life and how I now look at everything.Before it was all work and trying to see what next job accomplishment I could gain.When you came into the picture, it changed.You changed me.I look at our pictures together and I see a guy who is happy with his life and living to the fullest, and none of it revolves around my job.You don’t care what I do for a living or how much money I have; you only want me.
I’ve made so many changes in the last two weeks.I think Olivia has had our office therapist stop by for a session every day this week.I want to be better not only for you but for me most of all.
I hope your recovery is going well and that you are healing, not only physically, but emotionally as well.I’m here if you ever want to talk.
With all my Love,
xoxo
Linc
Everly
“Everything seems to be healing just like we wanted,” Dr.Brewer states as he looks over where my stitches were on my head.“You’ve got another three weeks in the cast, then we can look over your arm and assess whether or not we need to remove the hardware, or if keeping it in is the best option.I’d like for you to stay in the sling for one more week then you can discard it.”
“That’s good,” I say with a smile.“I’m not in as much pain as I first was.”
“Every week you’ll start to feel it less and less.Are you still taking the pain meds that were prescribed?”
I shake my head, “I stopped fully about a week ago.”
“Don’t hesitate to take them if you need it but do take over-the-counter relief for the next week if it takes the edge off.”
“Okay, sure,” I agree, nodding, as Dad does as too.
I’m at my four-week checkup in LA with Dad.We drove in yesterday and stayed at my apartment.He helped me clean the place and we went grocery shopping.
“How are you feeling mentally and emotionally?Have you spoken to someone about what happened?”
I smile, “Yes, I had someone come to Dad’s house over the last two weeks.I’m good; just a few nightmares.”
“It’s important to have someone to discuss that trauma with, whether a professional or someone close.”I nod as he types on his keyboard.“Okay, well I think I’ll see you back here in three weeks, and we can get you out of that cast and start your rehab to build those muscles back up.Karen, at the front, will set you up with an appointment.Continue to take it easy until then.”
We leave the medical office and head down the street towards Dad’s truck.
