Looking over at my father, I saw him smiling, pride in his eyes as I got my mom back with a nice lump of mashed potatoes. But, then his features darkened, and fear took over his face, his mouth opening, his brow wrinkling in his distress.
"Brooklyn!" he yelled, his image being pulled away, as if flushed down a toilet, followed by darkness, then the green of the lawn I ran on, the trees surrounding me, the street just beyond the wood rail fence. I ran, my hand stretched out as I grabbed for something, I had no idea what.
"No!" I screamed, hearing the screech of tires, the long black trail of knowing marks on the road, the horrid sound of metal crunching into metal, glass shattering to be sprinkled over the pavement, glinting in the bright summer sun like tear drops. "Mom, dad!" I cried, feeling the heaviness of my heart breaking, and the fear as I looked to my right, seeing the sedan coming toward me, the driver squinting, trying to pull his sun visor further down.
My bike breaks cried out as I tired to avoid the inevitable, feeling my right foot being crushed between the front bumper and my bike, then the pavement as I rolled across it, my left arm dragging behind me, the pain searing through my body.
I glanced up to find myself at the feet of a child. Looking up, I saw the smiling face of my brother, Caleb.
"Caleb! Come back!" I tried to sit up, feeling my body covered in sweat. I fought against the tube that was sticking out of my arm, trying to get up, trying to get to my little brother. "I have to save him,"
"Honey, Brooklyn, wait." I felt hands on me, and my eyes opened wide to see one of the nurses that I had seen so many times, looking at me with concerned eyes. "I have to save him," I muttered, my voice faltering as reality came crashing through.
"Save who, honey?" asked the older, black woman, her hands releasing their strong grip, but keeping contact with me.
I shook my head, laying back down on the bed, feeling my body covered with a thin sheen of sweat.
"You need to rest, Brooklyn," she said, her voice so kind. I nodded, feeling tears stinging behind my lids.
"I’ll try," I said, taking several deep breaths.
"Do you want something to help you sleep, honey? How are you feeling?"
"I hurt," I said, closing my eyes tightly.
"Okay. Hang on." She left, and I glanced over at the dark window that would look out over Portland in the light of day. Within a few minutes, the nurse came back with a paper cup of pills, and water. "Take these, honey." She helped me to sit up again, and I dutifully took the medicine. "Sleep now."
I nodded obediently, and sighed as I felt her hand gently stroke my hair, until I finally drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
* * *
Minutes morphed into hours, and hours into days. I had been in the hospital for three days, and was more than ready to go home.
The pain wasn’t near as bad, but it wasn’t good. The doctor assured me he’d send me home with some medicine to help me get through my days... and nights. They were the worst. Every night was plagued by horrible nightmares, monsters from the depths of my subconscious would come out to torment me, making me believe the impossible, and relive the reality.
Finally, tired of trying, I awoke, and called for the nurse, hoping she could give me a sponge bath. I absolutely loathed having to be waited on hand and foot, not able to do a damn thing myself, but that was the way it was, so I had to learn to deal with it. The doctor had said I’d probably have my casts on for six to eight weeks.
Ugh.
The nurse wheeled me back to the room, me red faced from having to have this woman I didn’t even know wash me like I was a baby. I was quite surprised to see Cody sitting on the bed as I was pushed in.
"Hi," I said, my face brightening from seeing a familiar face. She stood, and gave me a small wave.
"You ready?" she asked. My brows drew.
"Ready for what?"
"You’re being released today," the nurse behind me said. I looked up at her, then at Cody and the bag she had slung over her shoulder.
"I brought you some clothes for the ride home," she said, seeing where my gaze was.
"And, you’re taking me home?" the girl nodded.
"Here’s the deal, Brooklyn," she explained, her voice void of emotion. "Out of everyone, I can get the time off work the easiest, and there’s no friggin’ way you can take care of yourself, so deal."
I looked at her, amused by her defensive stance, feet planted wide apart, hands tucked into her pockets. I grinned, nodding.
"Alright."
The nurse helped me get changed into the clothes that Keith had gotten for her. Thank god he still had a key. I was thrilled to be in a pair of sweat shorts and tank top, though I was a bit chilled. But, they had to stick me in something that could accommodate my casts.
The doctor had sat me down, explaining my injuries to me; broken right ankle, broken left arm, badly bruised ribs, and tons of bruises and cuts on my face. I had only looked at my reflection once since this whole ordeal had began, and had refused to look since. My left eye was nearly swollen shut from the black eye, a long cut along my jaw, and a smattering of bruises that littered my entire body. Not to mention the road rash all along my legs and left hip.
The nurse pushed me down the hospital corridor with Cody leading the way, the now empty bag crushed up in her hand.
"Who drove you?" I asked.
"Jimmy." She said, not even breaking her stride.
I looked out at the day that was bright, the recent rains dried up, a warm breeze blowing over my sore muscles.
Sure enough, parked right out front was an old, beat up Subaru. One of the boys I recognized from the skate park got out, and hurried around to the back door, opening it for me. He smiled shyly at me. I smiled back at him.
Together, he and Cody got me out of the wheelchair, and into the backseat, laying me down so my leg could be straight out.
"You okay?" the boy asked. I nodded. Okay as possible. He hurried to the driver’s seat, and got in, buckling himself up as Cody did the same. They chatted quietly in the front as Cody messed with the radio.
"I’m standing on the bridge,
I’m waiting in the dark,
I thought that you’d be here, by now.
There’s nothing but the rain, no footsteps on the ground,
I’m listening but there’s no sound.."
I listened to the words, hearing the familiar voice.
"Hey, it’s your girl," Cody said, glancing at me. You like Avril Lavigne, right?" I nodded.
"Good memory." I stared out the window as I listened to the rest of the song.
"Isn’t anyone trying to find me?
Won’t somebody come take me home?
It’s a damn cold night,
Trying to figure out this life.
Won’t you, take me by the hand,
Take me somewhere new,
I don’t know who you are, but I,
I’m with you.
I’m with you...."
I thought about the words. I hear ya, Avril. I really do.
We drove on, the two in front continuing their conversation as I lost myself in my own thoughts, wondering if I’d ever ride again. I had lost one passion, never turning to horses again after my parents death. Not my second addiction may be taken from me, too.
I decided not to think about that now, and closed my eyes.
* * *
The sudden lack of motion woke me, and I looked around to see we were parked outside of my house. A smile came to my lips, so happy to be away from that hospital, where I could be a cripple in the comfort of my own home.
"Okay, Brooklyn. Let’s get you out." Cody said as she opened the back door of the car.
"You want help?" Jimmy asked, getting out from behind the wheel. Cody tossed him a set of keys.
"Open the front door, will you?" she asked, then turned back to me. "You got to help me out a little, here." She said, reaching in to grab my good arm, pulling me into a sitting position, my legs already out the door. "Can you put your weight on your left leg for a sec?" I nodded, clenching my teeth together as pain shot up my leg, causing me to falter. "You okay?" Cody caught me in her arms, worry marking her usually carefully guarded face. I nodded, pushing off the door to stand again. Then, to my utter surprise, with a mighty grunt, Cody picked me up, her right arm under my knees, other arm at my back.
"Dude, you want me to do that?" Jimmy ran over to her.
"Get the damn door, Jimmy!" He ran back to the house, jumping onto the front porch, and unlocked the door, pushing it open, and heading back to us.
Cody took it as slow as her body could stand, my weight a burden in her arms. But, finally she managed to get me inside, heading straight for the couch, which someone had already pulled out into the hide-a-bed, making it up with sheets and a blanket.
Gently she set me down on it, scooting me back so I could lean against the wall of pillows. She turned to her friend, taking his hand in some sort of strange shaking ritual that was too fast for my tired eyes to follow.
"Thanks, man." She patted him on the back, pushing him toward the door. He turned to look at me, hand raised in a wave.
"Thanks, Jimmy," I muttered, my eyes wanting to close from all the activity.
"Later," he said, and was gone. The last thing I remember was the sound of the front door closing behind him.
* * *
I opened my eyes, suddenly hearing the quiet sound of someone talking. Looking around, I realized it was the TV. I looked around the room and saw Cody sacked out in the recliner, her head leaned over to the side, her eyes closed, legs stretched out, crossed at the ankles. She had taken her shoes off, and they were placed neatly by the front door, laces tucked inside.
Smiling, my gaze turned back to the girl. I wondered if Rhonda had suckered her into staying with me. I can’t imagine Cody would offer to do it as she had insinuated before. Maybe, though.
As I watched the steady rise and fall of her chest, I realized that I was glad she was here. I was glad that someone I knew would be here when I’d need them the most, no matter how much I tried to convince myself otherwise. I mean, I couldn’t even get up the damn stairs to my own bed, for crying out loud.
I was startled as my stomach growled. Looking down at it, I rested my hand on my thigh, and tried to think of what I would do. I had to eat, not bothering since late last night when I’d been brought some Jell-O.
My eyes snapped back to the girl when I heard her stir. Blue eyes slowly opened, disoriented for a moment before they settled on me.
"You okay?" she asked, sitting up, and bringing her hand up to massage her neck, which from the angle she’d been sleeping, I had no doubt had a nice sized kink in it.
"Um, yeah." I said, though it wasn’t even believable to my own ears. She sat forward, dropping the recliner, her feet flat on the floor, elbows resting on her knees. She looked me in the eye.
"Let’s get something straight here, Brooklyn. I’m here to help you, and that means getting you what you need. So, none of this stubborn bullshit, got it?"
I could only nod, shocked by her frankness.
"Good. Now what do you need?"
"Food," I said, my voice quiet and unsure. She stood, stretching her back.
"Okay. What do you want?" She glanced over at the clock on the VCR. "Time for meds." She walked into the kitchen, and came back out with a brown pill bottle, twisting the cap, and pouring two pills into her palm before walking over to me, and grabbing the glass of water that had been on the end table. "Here. Take these, then tell me what you want."
I obeyed, swallowing half the water in the glass, closing my eyes with a smile, glad to be hydrated again.
"I’m not real sure what my stomach will be able to take," I said.
"How do eggs sound?"
"I don’t have any." She nodded.
"Yeah, you do. While you slept, mom came by and brought some groceries. So, how about eggs?" I nodded shyly. She grinned, shaking her head, and headed back toward the kitchen.
As l listened to the sounds of food being prepared, wonderful smells slowly permeating the room, I thought about my current situation. I wondered what had happened to my bike, figuring it was for naught.
Closing my eyes, I felt a tear make a slow, lazy path out of my left eye, and down my cheek as I felt my bones and muscles begin to ache again, my heart just as heavy. How had I become so useless so fast?
"Eggs a la Cody," I heard said softly from behind me. I quickly brought my hand up, swiping at my eyes, and put a smile on my face. Cody looked down at me, understanding filling her face for just a moment, then it was gone. "Eat up," she said, placing the tray across my lap. I looked down at what she had made, and was shocked to see an omelet, filled with cheese and sliced meat.
"This looks really good," I said, nearly humming with happiness as my stomach really began to sing.
"Well, it’s a hidden talent," she said, sitting on the recliner again, her own plate on her lap.
"Are you a closeted omelet maker, Cody?" I asked, dipping my fork into the golden eggs. She nodded.
"I am."
We ate in silence, both just happy to finally have nourishment.
* * *
The house was dark when my eyes snapped open, my bladder having ideas other than sleeping. I glanced around, seeing Cody sleeping on the blow-up mattress on the floor. I had tried to convince her to use one of the beds upstairs, but she had refused, saying that if I needed her in the middle of the night, she had to be able to get to me.
Well, it looked like she was quite the prophet.
I sat up, trying to decide what to do. I knew there was no way that I could just go back to sleep and ignore the bigger-than-life need to pee.
"Shit," I muttered, knowing I had no choice but to wake Cody. I looked at her again, seeing her laying on her side, left arm tucked up under her pillow, right hand grasping the corner of it. She looked so peaceful, dark lashes resting against her cheek, face relaxed, and even the slightest bit of a smile on her lips. "Cody?" I said, my voice quiet. She didn’t budge. Grr. "Cody?" I said, a little louder. She groaned, but didn’t move. "Cody!"
"What?!" She jumped up, nearly tripping over her blanket that hung from her body. With wild eyes, she looked around, before her gaze landed on me. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I’m fine." She rolled her eyes.
"You scared the crap out of me." She glared.
"Sorry." I grinned sheepishly. "Um, I kind of need to pee."
"Oh." She dropped the blankets around her feet, and stepped over them. This was the first time I’d ever seen her in anything other than cargo shorts or pants. She wore sweat shorts that really accentuated her long legs nicely, and a plain navy tee.
The bathroom issue had been something we had to really try and iron out the kinks in earlier. I hated the idea of the embarrassment of having her sit me on the pot and undress me, and I knew for fact that that wasn’t exactly a goal for her, either. So, she’d get me into the room and positioned, and I’d figured out the rest.
Tomorrow my wheelchair was supposed to be delivered by Keith, and I was thrilled by the idea. Poor Cody was going to break her back trying to carry me everywhere.
"Ready?" I nodded as Cody grabbed me under the legs, and lifted me with a grunt.
"Hopefully you’ll leave my house fully intact," I said as she carried me the short distance to the bathroom. She nodded.
"Me, too."
I winced as she flicked the light on, and put my left foot down to help balance myself as she got me in the general location of the toilet.
"Be outside," she said, closing the door behind her.
I sat there for a moment, taking a deep breath before I tried to lower my underwear and get the seat up. The one time I did wish I lived with a guy.
Resting my head against the shower door in the small bathroom as my body did its work, I thought about the next six to eight weeks. How the hell was I going to survive it?
* * *
The time actually wasn’t as bad as I thought it would have been. Cody was an amazing helper. She was at my beck and call at any hour, jumping right up, once I was able to wake her, whenever I needed to use the bathroom, or I needed a drink or more pain killers. Never in my wildest dreams would I have seen her being so diligent and caring. She never once complained, even as she separated my clothes for laundry day.
The girl was amazing.
* * *
I saw the sun glinting off his windshield, blinding me as I heard the screech of tires, the smell of burning rubber on the street,...
"No!" My eyes flew open, once again my hair in my eyes, damp from the nightmare.
"Brooklyn?" I was startled by the soft voice that was suddenly next to me. I turned blindly, not sure who was with me, but glad that they were. "Are you okay? It’s me, Cody."
"Cody?" I let out a breath, my one good hand going to my face, running through sweat, tangled hair.
"You had a nightmare, I think." I heard the mattress groan as she settled her weight on it, sitting next to me. Feeling frightened, and terribly alone, I leaned into her. I felt Cody’s body stiffen for a moment, as if she weren’t sure what to do, but then I felt an arm circle my shoulders, and then I was gently being pulled into her, me allowing my body to fall back against her chest. "You okay?" she whispered into my hair. I nodded, resting the side of my face against the protective arm that made me feel so safe.
"Yeah, I think I’m okay," I whispered. We were quiet for a moment. My heart was still racing and I glanced toward the large picture window, staring out into the street, expecting to see my demons staring at me through the glass, but all I saw was the street light throwing an orange glow to the street below.
"Want to talk about it?" Cody broke the silence with her quiet, soothing voice. I felt her rest her chin on top of my head.
"No. Let’s just sit."
Rand’s face crossed my mind’s eye, and suddenly I really missed her. When we had been teenagers she had always been the one to rescue me from my nightmares. But, even still, as I felt Cody begin to carefully stroke my arm with tentative fingers, I felt just as safe, feeling in my middle of the night, half asleep mindset, that Cody would protect me.
* * *
"Dude, you are so full of shit. Pat Sajak is not that old," Cody said, throwing a piece of popcorn at me. I snatched it and popped it into my mouth.
"Bet me," I said, crunching away, glancing back at the popular game show with Vanna White looking ever so much like the beautiful letter turner that she was.
"No way," Cody exclaimed, looking at the host. "I bet he’s no older than thirty-five. Maybe forty," she conceded. I chuckled.
"My dear, Cody, he was doing this host gig when I was your age and younger." I said, playing on her idea that I was old or something. She looked at him, absently munching on her snack.
"I still think you’re wrong," she muttered.
"This show has been on for nearly twenty years. Ask your mom."
"No way!" She looked at me like I’d sprouted a third eye. "She doesn’t know shit."
"Why? Cause she’s old?" I grinned.
"Yeah, that pretty much sums it up." She tossed a kernel into the air, and caught it with the snap of her white teeth.
"You know, I can’t wait to see you when you’re," I brought my fingers up in quote marks. "Old."
"You kidding? I’m not going to live that long."
It had been nearly a week, and we’d been fighting about this issue nearly everyday. Cody was determined to convince me that I was an old geezer. I really had no idea what her cutoff age was for old geezer status, but apparently I’d passed it.
As time went on, and Cody was forced to spend so much time with me, I was amazed at the girl that I was slowly beginning to get to know. She was witty, intelligent, opinionated, and very kind.
"She is the first to yell at me whenever I start to do too much," I told Rhonda as she sat across from me on the bed, her newest bag of goodies sitting next to her. I stopped talking as Cody brought another load of laundry from upstairs, headed to the laundry room at the back of the house. My boss looked at me.
"What have you done to my daughter, Brooklyn? Do you realize that I can’t even get her to do that at home?" She sipped from the glass of iced tea that Cody had brought to her when she’d arrived during her lunch break.
"I don’t know," Brooklyn said with a proud smile as she glanced toward the laundry room when the washer started. "She’s been absolutely wonderful, Ron." She turned back to the older woman. "Just wonderful. I couldn’t ask for a better nursemaid. I mean, she cooks, obviously does the laundry, and she cleans!"
"You’re kidding!" I shook my head. "God, I am so jealous. "Cody, why don’t you help me like this?" Rhonda asked as her daughter headed back upstairs. The girl looked at her for a moment, empty laundry basket in hand.
"You’re not helpless," she said dryly, and headed up the stairs. Rhonda followed her with her eyes, then shook her head, looking back at me.
"We really miss you at work, hon."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah. Kristine asks me daily when you’re coming back." She laughed. "I think she’s just tired of getting your load of work, too." I chuckled.
"I’ll bet. She’s stopped by a few times. Even brought me Haagen Dazs."
"Oh, lucky you."
"I agree."
Cody came back downstairs again. I glanced at her over my shoulder.
"I am lucky indeed."
* * *
Over the next few days, I had a veritable parade of people through my house. From Kristine and Keith to Tom and little Jake. All that was missing was Rand. I planned to call her later this afternoon. She was due to come back tomorrow anyway, so I knew that she wouldn’t do anything stupid by coming back early if she heard about my accident.
"What do you want for lunch?" Cody asked, wiping her hands on a dish towel from finishing watering all my plants. I looked at her, startled from my thoughts.
"I don’t know. What are you going to make me?" I smiled sweetly up at her.
"Do you like Mexican?" she asked, a brow raised. I wide grin spread across my face.
"You’re on."
Within fifteen minutes, the most wonderful smells were assaulting my senses, and it was killing me to be stuck on the couch, not able to head to the kitchen and see it all up close and personal.
"Come and get it!" Cody exclaimed ten minutes later. She burst through the swinging door of the kitchen, and headed over to help me into the wheelchair.
"That smells so good." I nearly salivated.
"I should hope so. It’s a family recipe. Do you like Spanish rice?"
"Tell me you made some?"
"I made some." She pushed me toward the kitchen.
"Oh, you are all that is good and kind." I hummed in anticipation.
"I know."
Once Cody had me settled at the table, she put a plate in front of me, and began to bring dishes to the table, steam rising off the ceramic, wafting up to my nose to make me close my eyes as I inhaled them. I heard Cody chuckle as she sat across from me at the small, round table that fit perfectly into the little breakfast nook in the kitchen.
"Dish it up woman before I begin to gnaw on your arm," I teased. Cody looked up, blue eyes meeting mine.
"Promise?" she said, a brow raised. I looked at her, taken aback by my own remark.
"Uh, here." I handed her my plate.
She piled the food on, fajitas with all the fixings, sour cream, guacamole, cheese, anything my little heart could want. But, my eyes were fixed solely on that pot of Spanish rice.
"Did that come in a box? One of those nifty just add water and butter things?" I asked, indicating the rice that she was putting on my plate. She looked at me, aghast.
"Are you kidding? I would never stoop to such levels. This, my dear ancient invalid, is homemade."
My mouth began to water so much that the old crack didn’t even make a dent in my subconscious. And when I tasted it, oh my. I closed my eyes in pure ecstasy as my taste buds exploded with all the flavors.
"You like?" Cody asked, a bit of shyness in her eyes.
"Not really." Her eyes narrowed, and she sat back a little in her chair.
"I love." My eyes squeezed tightly closed again, a smile on my face.
* * *
I told Cody to go with Keith to help him load a sculpture and run some errands of her own, assuring her I’d be fine for an hour or so.
Picking up the phone, I looked at the information Rand had given me before she’d left on her interview in D.C. The guy at the front desk of her hotel buzzed me through to her room, and I waited, listening to the ring of the telephone, afraid that she wouldn’t answer. Finally on the third ring, she picked up.
"Hello?" she said, her voice breathy.
"Did I interrupt something?" I asked, a grin on my face.
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