She and Darren sat in a corner as far away from the other people as possible. She leaned towards him, holding up the ID and medical card. “You still carry these around? “She asked.
He shrugged, attempting not to make a big deal out of it. “You gave them to me. I’m not going to throw them out. “The truth was he had never taken them out of his wallet. At night he would look at her picture from years past and the images on his phone. It was all he had for eight weeks. Without them, he wasn’t sure if he could have slept.
Lea gave them back to him. “I want you to keep these. I don’t have anything to put them in, like a purse or wallet. But I want you to keep them forever.”
Darren took them, scanning her face. “How do you feel?”
She squeezed her eyes close, trying to focus on her stomach. “I don’t know about the same. There’s no pain. “She sat there for a few moments trying to feel something in her lower stomach.
He still held her right arm linked through his. He took her right hand in his right hand and kissed it.
She opened her eyes, recognizing the gesture. It hurt her; she wished she could go back to that time in the hospital where Darren had been so sweet, and she hadn’t screwed everything up yet.
“What are you thinking?” He asked her, gazing into her eyes. They look better than they had while communicating in the house. But she still looked exhausted and scared. Every time a door would open, she would jerk her head to glance at who was entering or exiting.
“I was just wishing,” She replied, feeling tears stinging the back of her eyes. “I could go back in time to before.” She choked on the last word and stopped speaking. She closed her eyes, telling herself she had cried enough for one day.
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