A week passes before the doctor gives the order to wean Aiden off the chemical-induced coma. And I’ve stayed by his side, stroking his skin, telling him I love him, and that I won’t give up.
Lori took Chrissy to her house, and Judy, Alexis, and a few vet techs from Dr. Wells’ office rotate taking care of the horses. I offer to pay them, not knowing how I can afford it yet. Though it doesn’t matter. I’m not concerned with money.
Claire has been here every day. Aiden’s agent and manager stop by a few times, and Sam, his friend and co-star from Shadowland comes by. His sister, Avery, arrived three days ago and has been here since. We don’t talk much. She’s crying nonstop, and exhaustion has hit me. I take a four-hour nap in the room down the hall, as well as shower and change my clothes. Claire brings me pajamas to wear instead of the jeans I packed.
Avery is sitting in the chair next to the bed, holding her brother’s hand, when I come back into the room. Today is day eight of Aiden being in the hospital. Time passes in a weird way. I feel like we’ve been here forever, and then I don’t want the days to end. Each day that passes with no progress darkens the hope we have of Aiden making a full recovery.
“He’s lucky to have you,” Avery says, looking up when I walk into the room. She looks like her brother, with wavy hair and dark eyes. I shut the door behind me with a soft click. I do a quick check of the monitors. I’ve gotten to know the norms and what to watch for.
“I’m the lucky one,” I say, walking to the foot of the bed. I straighten out the sheet then sit at the table across the room. It’s a small room, and I’m still close, but I feel so far from Aiden.
She smiles and gives Aiden’s hand a gentle squeeze. “Our mum is coming,” she says. “I know Aiden wouldn’t be happy about that, but he is her son. She wants to see him.”
I just nod and hope seeing his mother, the woman who stood by and did nothing as his father beat the shit out of him on a nightly basis, won’t cause him any stress. I should probably tell the nurse his history, just in case, that way she can make her leave if need be.
The nurses’ station is filled with flowers that were sent for Aiden. News of the accident hit the public just hours after it happened, and pictures of the wreck went viral. I haven’t looked and I don’t want to, probably not ever. Claire told me about it, and I declined offers to look at the articles about him.
“Why isn’t he waking up?” Avery asks out loud.
“The nurse said it can take a while for the drugs to leave his body.”
Avery nods. “He’s a good guy underneath it all, really.”
“He is,” I say, thinking of all the things he’s done for me just to make my life easier. “I wish he knew that.”
“He will,” Avery says, standing. She leaves to use the bathroom and get something to eat. I take the spot next to him right away.
“Aiden,” I say, lacing my fingers through his. “It’s Haley again. You’re doing great today. Good blood pressure, and the nurse turned down the strength of the ventilator. They want to remove it soon. I’m sure you’re looking forward to getting all that stuff out of your throat. And getting out of here. Once you’re better, I think we should go back to that spot by the creek in the mountains. We can stay there all day, doing nothing, but maybe each other,” I add quietly. I rub my thumb in small circles on his palm. “I miss you. I miss your voice, miss looking into your eyes, and I miss kissing you. I’ve missed you for so long, Aiden. Don’t worry or think I’m mad. I’m not at all. I just want you, and we can go back to how things were before.”
I close my eyes and slowly let out a breath. Where is my miracle? After all I’ve been through, all that I’ve lost, something has to give. Mom, if you’re listening, tell Aiden to come back to me. I don’t know if his soul is in his body, or how any of that works. But if you can see him, please, Mom, make him come back.
I rest my head on the bed, holding Aiden’s hand in mine. I kiss his fingers. Please, Aiden. Wake up and come back.
The next day, I lie down for a few hours in the family suite down the hall, shower, change, and call Lori to check on everything at the house. Alexis, being on summer vacation, has pretty much lived at the barn all day. She brings friends with her, and they keep themselves busy riding Shakespeare, Sundance, and Benny. Phoenix enjoys their company and eats almost all of her food. I smile as I look through the pictures Lori sends to reassure me everything is okay.
When I go back to the ICU, Avery is sitting in the waiting room. My heart drops to the floor.
“It’s okay,” she says, seeing the horror on my face. “They’re washing him up.”
I let out a breath. “Oh, that’s good.” For days he was in a too fragile state for a bed bath or any sort of cleaning.
“They said it will take a while, since they have to be careful not to move him too fast or something like that. Do you want to get breakfast from the cafeteria with me?”
“Yeah,” I tell her. I grab my wallet from inside the guest room and get in an elevator.
“We don’t talk often,” she says, pressing a button to go downstairs. “I try to call him once a month. Normally he doesn’t answer, but I know he listens to my messages. He answered the last time I called, right around the time he finished filming that cowboy movie.”
I glance at her, not sure where she’s going with this.
“He told me he’d met someone and was in love.” She smiles at the memory. “I laughed, because I didn’t think it was possible to love someone that soon. But seeing you, Haley, I know it’s possible.” Tears fill my eyes and she hugs me. We both break down. “Thank you for making him happy. Life hasn’t been easy for my brother. He makes it seem like it is, but it’s not, not at all.”
I grind my jaw, feeling guilt weigh down on me. If I made him happy, if he loved me, then why did he leave? What did I do—or not do—that forced him away? I go over everything and blame myself for his accident. If only I had answered the phone, or maybe if I’d tried harder.
“He made me happy too,” I whisper. If I tell her what I’d been through before, I’ll start bawling for sure. She lets me go as the elevator doors open. I dry my eyes and walk down the hall into the cafeteria. I get a tray and order breakfast, pay, and then wait for Avery.
I look around at the busy cafeteria. It feels weird to be around people again, after a week of being in the ICU. We go outside onto a patio, sunshine and wind foreign against my skin. I blink in the bright light and take a seat.
“I’ve never been to L.A. before,” Avery comments as she cuts apart a piece of French toast.
“I haven’t either,” I say, earning a surprised look from Avery. “I run a horse rescue. It’s not easy to leave injured horses. I met Aiden when he was on location for that movie.”
“Oh, makes sense now,” she says.
We eat in silence, both eager to get back upstairs to Aiden. I finish my breakfast and stand, turning just in time to see someone snap a picture of me.
“That’s Aiden Shepherd’s girlfriend!” he says to another person with a camera next to him. “How is Aiden? Any change? Is it true he was drunk when he crashed his car?” The tray leaves my fingers, clattering to the ground. The paparazzi meets my eye and back steps, turning to run. Rage takes over, and I jump over a chair and run after him, catching the back of his t-shirt in my hand.
“Seriously?” I bark.
“Haley!” Avery says.
Ignoring her, I shove the paparazzi into a table. “Have some respect! You are so pathetic, creeping around a hospital cafeteria for days just to get a picture!”
His partner is holding out his phone, recording the whole exchange. Avery takes my wrist and tugs me away.
“It’s not worth it, Haley.”
I glare at the man recoding me, shaking my head. But Avery is right. It’s not worth it, and I want to get back to Aiden. Hospital security comes in, keeping the two paparazzi from following us upstairs.