Page 91 of Mine Forever
“Hmmm…I think it’s a one.”
Something about that makes her giggle, and she slaps a hand over her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”
The doctor chuckles and makes a note on the tablet in his hand. “I’d say you’re doing okay at the moment, Ms. Mitchell. I’ll be back when I get your scan results.”
Before I can ask her about the whole boyfriend comment, the nurse comes and takes Eden to get her scan done.
While she’s gone, I call Nate.
“Hey, man, can you come pick me and Eden up from the hospital?”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah, we had an accident and Eden got banged up.”
“Damn, I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, she’s fine though. Getting a CT right now, but we should be good to go after that.”
“On my way.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Don’t mention it.”
I go back into the room and sit down with a groan. Bracing my elbows on my knees, I rub my hands up and down my face, my stomach hollow and achy.
What the fuck with my life?
I have more money than I can ever spend, all the material things a man can ask for.
But when it comes to people I love?
My life is a total shit show.
I sit here in a hospital, waiting for the woman I love to finish getting her head examined because of a car accident.
Another motherfucking car accident.
Except this time I was driving, which makes it even worse.
In the sensible part of my mind, I know it isn’t my fault. It was a freak thing. How often does someone have a heart attack behind the wheel?
I should’ve been more insistent that she stay behind while I helped Stewie.
But the truth is I had wanted her with me, not left back at the house, so it had been easy for her to convince me otherwise.
Me and my motherfucking selfishways.
My father had been right all along.
I’m a walking disaster, a selfish bastard who doesn’t give two shits about anyone he really cares about.
It doesn’t matter how many good deeds I do—in the end I’m still a selfish prick.
Always looking out for number one.
No, Eden didn’t die. But she ended up with a concussion because of me.
