assuming is the fact that I'm permanently damaged.
I glance over at Easton, and he's staring at the doctor in such irritation that I almost feel bad for the guy. I know Easton wants to wring his neck and demand he find a cure. Help solve the puzzle that's missing a piece.
There's no answer, Easton. There's no cure for this.
"Okay. So, after reviewing your test results with our staff, I'm happy to report that nerve response was detected with one of our tests-"
"What does that mean?" Easton nearly shouts.
The doctor takes a deep, shaky breath. "It means that the area that responded, mainly, the upper half of his body, has a good chance of regaining some or all sensations."
"When is that supposed to happen?" Easton steps forward, eyes wide with hope that I don't even feel an inkling of.
The doctor shrugs. Shrugs. "We never know. Could be tomorrow, next month, a year from now."
"What about my legs." I grumble, surprising the doctor and Easton.
"Your legs, well, uh, they didn't have as hopeful results as we were initially hoping for."
My nostrils flare.
"But," The doctor emphasizes, "that doesn't mean anything. Your legs could gain back just as much sensation as your arms do. We just don't know. That's the tricky thing with spine damage and nerve disorders, there's really no cure and hard to tell what the outlook is."
"So, I'm fucked." Really, that's what he's trying to say. If I'm never going to walk again, there's really no point in much else.
"No, that's not true. We're going to work very hard with you, Jackson. We're going to do more tests, get you set up on therapy appointments, get you the best equipment—"
"I don't fucking want therapy appointments or handicap equipment. I want my fucking legs to work and I want to get the fuck out of this hospital room." I growl.
The doctor takes a step back. For what? I can't move. "We'll take it at your pace, Jackson. Hopefully within the next couple days, we can get some things in order to get you out of here. Sound good?"
I stare at the doctor.
"You do what you need to do to get him walking." Easton steps aside, indicating for the doctor to leave.
The doctor looks between me and Easton, eventually giving us a nod and stepping towards the door. "I'll leave you both to it then. Jackson, I'll check in with you later." He gives Easton another nod before walking out.
Easton stares at me, and I stare at him.
"Well, it wasn't all bad news." Easton starts.
Blink.
"I can shoot you in the arm and see if you feel anything."
Blink.
"Okay, too soon."
Blink.
"Well, you can sit here and be a cocksucker, I'm going to head out and grab that baby shit. Need anything while I'm gone?"
My jaw clenches in jealousy. I so badly want to get off this bed and follow him out of here. I want to go smoke some weed. I want Hugo to give me a job so I can go give someone as much pain as I'm feeling right now. I want to bury my frustration in a woman.
I want Cara.
"Can I have you do one other favor for me?" I ask.
His eyebrows lift. "What is it?"
4
Cara
"Knock, knock." My eyes drift from a sleeping Wesley, all dressed up in his first real outfit. It's a little dark blue outfit with gray dinosaurs on it. The side of the leg has little fabric dinosaur spikes on it, and I just about died when Rose brought it to me yesterday.
Glancing up, I see Rose standing in the doorway with a brand-new car seat. She's been working tirelessly, traveling to my house, to the store, back to the hospital, repeat. I couldn't do this without her, and I mean that literally. I don't have anyone else. Not like my mom would be much help. She probably doesn't even know I had the baby.
"Hi." I smile tiredly at her. I get to go home today, and the thought of it makes me so excited, but also incredibly nervous. Rose said she would be staying with me for a while. Since I had a cesarean, I'm going to need some serious help for the next few weeks. She offered to stay, I declined, then she insisted… yeah. It's Rose, she's almost always going to get what she wants. If she wants to stay and help with Wesley, I'm not going to push her away.
"Are you ready to head out? I passed the nurse on the way to your