"I want to go see Mason," I finally said.
She stood up without arguing and retrieved the wheelchair that sat in the corner of my room. She was silent as she rolled me from my room and down the hall. I knew she was in pain at the decisions she somehow sensed I was making, but I knew that to fix it would be denying my own heart.
"I can take it from here," I told her when she paused outside his door.
Pushing the door open with my good foot, I wheeled into the room. My eyes never left Mason's as I wheeled to the far side of his bed.
"Hi," I said, finally coming to a stop.
"Hi yourself, beach bunny," he said, smiling at me through the light beard that covered his face.
"This is new," I said, running my hand down his jaw line.
He captured my hand with his and placed a kiss on the palm.
"Yeah, I haven't had a chance to shave," he tried to joke.
I saw through his disguise. "I'm so sorry I wasn't able to save your leg," I said as a hot tear streaked its way down my cheek.
"You saved my life," he said, cradling my hand against his chest. "They told me the infection would have killed me if you wouldn't have risked your own life going for help."
"It was a piece a cake. A walk in the park," I said, trying to smile through my tears.
"That's not what Rick told me. He said you walked on a sprained ankle with pneumonia and still, you never gave up."
"It was only because I thought I saw a Dairy Queen and I had a real hankering for a Blizzard," I teased.
"I thought so," he said, tugging on my hand until I crawled up on the bed with him.
"Is this allowed?" I asked as he slid his arm around me.
"Do we care?" he asked, dropping a kiss on my lips.
"Um, nope," I answered when we came up for air.
He kissed me on the head and switched on the television.
"CW, please," I said as he channel surfed.
He sighed dramatically, but switched to the channel I requested. We were onto our second show when Rick strolled in with a bag of takeout.
"Well, this looks cozy," he said dryly.
"The CW or us?" I joked as he divided out the food.
He raised his eyebrows at me without answering. "I saw your mom in the hall, she looked upset."
I nodded without answering as I munched on a fry.
"Why's your mom upset? She was fine when she visited me earlier," Mason said, taking a bite of his loaded burger.
"She's not happy about some of the decisions she thinks I'm about to make."
"And what would those be?"
"That I'm not going to UCLA," I said, finally coming to the decision I had been struggling with.
"What?" both Mason and Rick demanded at the same time.
"Sheesh, indoor voices," I said, making a production of cleaning out my ear.
"Why would you drop out of school?" Mason asked in quieter tone.
"I'm not dropping out. I just decided I might want to go to community college somewhere else," I said, feeling a little sick at his tone. What if he didn't want me to move here?
"Why community college?" Rick asked, clearly confused.
"Because, it's too late to enroll in a state college," I said, nibbling on my food. This was not the reaction I had been hoping for.
"Where?" Mason asked.
"I'm thinking Red Rocks."
"You mean you want to move here?" Rick asked.
"Well, I was thinking about it," I said defensively.
"What about art school?"
"I'm sure community college has art classes, but I'm thinking of doing a dual major anyway. I was hoping you two would be a little more excited about my news."
"Believe me, I'm excited about the idea of seeing you more, but I better go check on your mom. I'm sure this has her quite upset," Rick said, heading out the door.
"Well, that was a disaster," I muttered. "I thought you guys would be happier."
"I'm excited, beach bunny, but I just don't want you to change your dreams for me," Mason said, sliding an arm around me.
"I'm not changing them, I'm just adapting them to include you," I said, snuggling into his arms.
He kissed the top of my head, but remained silent. We continued to watch TV and eat, but neither held the same appeal they had just a few minutes prior.
The next few days were busy as the doctors released me to the capable hands of my mom and Rick. They shuttled me back to the hotel they had checked into weeks ago. My mom wanted to take me home to California, but I balked at the idea. I wasn't going anywhere until Mason started physical therapy and was well on the road to recovery.
I expected her to fly home, but she remained in Colorado with me.
On Monday of his third week in the hospital, Mason was due to start physical therapy. The doctors thought it would be best if we let Mason do the first few sessions without an audience, so Rick and I waited until after lunch to visit.
I was anxious to see him. Over the last few days, I noticed a subtle change in him as he started to distance himself from me. I tried to chalk it up as anxiety over physical therapy, but I was worried it was something else.
Mason was already back in his room when we arrived.
"How'd it go, son?" Rick asked, trying to ignore the sour look on Mason's face.
"It was crap," Mason said, sounding bitter.
"What happened?" I asked concerned.
He remained silent, fixated on the TV above our heads.
"It's going to take awhile to build up the appropriate muscles…" Rick replied until Mason cut him off.
"I'm not doing it anymore," Mason bit out angrily.
"What?" Rick and I both said at the same time.
"I'm a cripple now. Going to stupid-ass physical therapy isn't going to change that," he said, looking at his injured leg with disgust.
"Mason, it'll get easier. You're not a cripple," I said, fighting tears as I reached for his hand.
He jerked it away. "Why are you even here? I'm not worth throwing your life away," he said harshly.
"Mason?" I said, shocked at his words.
"I'm going to step out a minute and give you guys a chance to talk," Rick said, already heading for the door.
"I'm not throwing my life away for you," I said, stepping to the side of his bed "But that doesn't mean I can't be here for you when you need me," I added, reaching for his hand.
He reared back like I had slapped him. "I don't need you," he said sternly, not meeting my eyes. "I don't need you to keep saving me," he growled.
My heart dropped to my knees. "I know what you're doing," I said in a shaky voice.
"I'm not doing anything. We sought each other's comfort in a time of need, but we both know we have nothing in common."
"I thought we were falling in like with each other," I said, forcing a smile through a veil of tears.
"Oh, I like you, but that's all I feel," he said, turning away from me.
"I know you're just saying all of this because you're in pain. I'll be waiting for you when you're ready," I said quietly.
"I wouldn't hold my breath," he muttered as I softly closed the door behind me.
Rejection was a cold slap in the face anytime it happened, but coming from him like that was enough to make me want to curl up in a ball. I resisted the urge, holding my head high as I walked down the hall.
"I'm going home," I told a surprised Rick.