Addiction

20

Saturday

I sat up with a start and blinked hard as the room came into focus. Where am I? "James?"

"Shhh. Penny."

I looked up into the familiar eyes of my mother. "Mom?" My voice caught a little. It was so good to see her.

"It's okay, sweetie, I'm here."

"Where's James?" I lifted my arm but it was attached to an IV. I was in a hospital bed. I looked down at the tubes in my hand.

"Penny, who's James? Do you mean Brendan?"

"What?" My mom's eyes were red. I wasn't sure if it was because she had been crying or because she was tired. But it made me want to cry. I was so happy to see her. But where was Professor Hunter? I needed to talk to him.

"The nice young man that found you?"

"Found me?" I pulled on the IV. s**t that hurts.

"Penny."

I looked over at my dad. He had just stood up from a chair. He put his hand on my shoulder.

"Take it easy, Pen. You have a concussion." He looked over at my mom and then back down at me. "You need some more rest."

I looked over at my jacket. It was draped across the back of the chair my dad had been sitting in. I wanted the envelope. I wanted to read what Professor Hunter had written again. I needed to see him. "I know I have a concussion. But I'm fine. I don't need to be here. This is silly."

"Penny," my mom said.

"Really, I'm fine."

"You fainted in the middle of Main Street. You're not going anywhere." She leaned down and hugged me. I automatically relaxed and rested my head on her shoulder.

"It's so good to see both of you." I swallowed hard, trying to hold back my tears.

"Aw, Penny. We've missed you. When we got the phone call we were both so worried. If Brendan hadn't been here to tell us what happened, I would have gotten in a fist fight with that incompetent doctor."

My dad laughed.

"I'm so sorry," I mumbled into her shoulder. "I just..."

"It's okay, Pen." My dad said. "Just try to be more careful in the future. You're going to worry us to death."

I laughed and unwound from my mom's hug. I eyed my jacket on the chair again. "Can I have my jacket?"

"If you're cold we can get you some more blankets." She patted my back.

"I just need my jacket."

My dad walked over and grabbed it off the back of the chair and handed it to me. I put my hand in one empty pocket and then the other. The envelope was missing. "How long have I been here?" For a brief second I thought I had lost my mind. Maybe I had made Professor Hunter up.

"Just a few hours, sweetie."

That wasn't enough time to create such wonderful memories. I bit my lip. Or such painful ones. I hadn't made him up. There was no way. It felt like I was going insane. "Is Brendan here?"

"He's waiting outside," my dad said.

"Can I talk to him? To thank him?"

"Of course. We'll give you two a moment." My dad walked over to the door and gestured for my mom to follow. She leaned down and squeezed my arm before following my father out of the room.

I heard them talking in the hallway. A second later there was a knock on the door and Brendan walked in. A smile broke over his face.

"Well you look a million times better."

I bit my lip. "I passed out, huh?"

"You did."

"I guess it was good that you were stalking me, then."

He laughed and sat down next to me on the side of my bed. "I wouldn't say that I was stalking you."

"Then what would you call it?"

"Looking out for a friend. You weren't in great shape when we were talking." He shrugged his shoulders. "I was worried about you."

"I'm glad you were stalking me."

"Yeah, me too. Hey, move over."

"Brendan..."

"I've been sitting in an uncomfortable chair out there for hours. I want to lay down too. So scoot."

I slid over and he immediately laid down next to me on his side. He put his hand under his head and propped himself up on his elbow so that he could look down at me. "Your parents seem nice."

I laughed. "It's kind of weird that you met my parents."

"Why?"

"I don't know." I rolled onto my side to face him. "I've never introduced them to someone that I was dating. Not that we're dating, obviously. We kissed though. So it's a little strange."

He laughed. " Well, I think they like me."

"Well you did save their only child."

"I did. By the way, I feel obliged to tell you that you're showing a lot of skin." He was smiling at me.

"What?" I looked at my back. The slit on the hospital gown was revealing my backside. "Oh my God." I quickly rolled onto my back.

"It's not like I haven't seen a lot of you already. I'm starting to think your favorite pastime is flashing people."

"Hardly. Just you apparently."

"I'm not complaining." He smiled at me.

"Thanks by the way. For saving me, I mean."

"I kind of had to, or else all of my meddling in your life would have been for nothing."

"Is that right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

I took a deep breath. "What did you tell my parents?"

"You mean about why you fainted? Or about us?"

"Both."

"I told them that you were dating two guys at once and they got in a fist fight over..."

"No you didn't," I said, cutting him off. Holy s**t.

"You're right. I didn't tell them that. I just said you had fallen the other night and still weren't recovered. So you fainted."

"Thank God."

"They didn't ask any questions at all. Apparently you're quite clumsy."

I laughed. "Yeah, I am." I looked at him curiously. "And the other thing?"

"What did I tell them about us?"

"Yeah."

"I told them that we were friends."

"And did they look confused that I was friends with someone who was so much older than me?"

"I'm not that much older than you. Besides, I assumed they wouldn't be surprised since you're dating your professor. I'm sure that was a fun conversation. They probably just thought I was one of his friends or something."

"They don't know about James."

"Oh." He had a small smile on his face. "Why?"

"I don't know." I turned to face him in the bed again, making sure my gown covered me. "He didn't want me to tell anyone about us. And then we weren't really together anymore. There wasn't anything to tell."

"And that's it?"