We spent two days in that hospital room together, two days in which I only left her side to take a shower in her private bath. I'd put everything on hold to take care of her, even giving her her sponge baths because I couldn’t stand for anyone else to touch her.
Always at the back of my mind was the conversation we’d started that night but I was afraid to bring it back up just yet. She was still so f*****g fragile. So instead we spent the time talking and kissing, lots of kissing because as Blossom had put it, she needed the practice.
It seems as if she’d gone away in her head, not a mental break like I’d believed at first. More like her way of coping with the trauma was to push it aside and not talk about it. I was prepared for the fallout though. I knew it was only a matter of time b
