What Have I Done?
BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP…. BEEP, BEEP, BEEP.
I slowly opened my eyes and reached for my cell phone. The small screen flashed, Sarah calling…I quickly looked at my watch, and it was seven-thirty in the morning. Why, would my sister be calling me this early? I started to flip open my phone, but was stopped instantly by a man's voice.
"If it's your sister, she already called once…"
I froze not knowing in the least what to do. My cell phone just kept beeping at me to answer the call. Finally, with a bit of trepidation, I flipped it open.
"Hello?" I whispered into the mouth piece.
"Katie, are you…"
I cut her off, "Sarah, do you have any idea what time it is?!"
"AM" I retorted.
She sighed and continued, "I was wondering if you wanted to go out for brunch with Daddy and me since you did miss my dinner, after all?"
"You had to call me now to ask me if I wanted to go to brunch?" I asked sarcastically.
"Do you or don't you?" she proceeded, ignoring my question.
"Is Mom going to be there?"
"I said just Daddy and me did I not?"
"Okay, fine. What time, and where at?"
"I was thinking around 10:30, down town…"
Lewis walked out of my bathroom, freshly showered, and wearing nothing.
"Ohhh, baby…." I breathed, cutting off my sister again.
"What?!" Sarah asked, "Oh, baby?"
I was startled, and some what embarrassed that I had said that aloud. Apparently it was written all over my face. Lewis cocked his head at me, and issued a look that said what the hell?
"Katie?" my sister probed.
"I meant… Oh, baby, that's early. I went out last night for some drinks after I got off the phone with you. I needed something to calm me after dealing with Mom. I had a few too many… I'm still a little hung over. Ten thirty just sounded a little early."
"Uh-huh" she said curtly, "Well, I'll be by to pick you up around ten then."
"Okay… That sounds fabulous." I flipped my phone shut.
As soon as the phone snapped shut, Lewis burst into hysterical laughter.
"Ohh, baby!!!... You should have seen your face!"
I threw my phone at him, "It wasn't funny! Sarah thought I was talking to her!"
My cell phone bounced off his forehead and onto the floor. He stood gaping at me.
"What'd you to that for?" he said rubbing his head, "That really hurt!"
"Ahhh, I'm sorry." I said crawling across the bed, and pulling him down next to me.
Lew, glared at me, even though it was obviously fake.
"I really didn't mean to hit you in the head."
"But you did mean to hit me."
I smiled sheepishly, "I'm sorry. Come here."
I pulled his face close to mine and kissed him gently on the forehead. He pulled away slightly and made a small grimace. I looked at his head, and there was a rather large red bump forming on his forehead.
I touched it gently, "Oh, my god Lew!"
He put his head on my shoulder, "I told you that it really hurt."
Those were the last words he uttered before he slid off of the bed and on the floor.
I jumped up, "OH MY GOD!!!"
Lewis just continued to lay there in a heap on the floor.
I knelt down beside him, "Lewis this isn't funny. Get up…. Get up right now!!!"
He still didn't move, so I gently shook his shoulder. Nothing.
"Damn it, Lewis!!! Do not play like this." I said, pulling him onto his back. His body was like that of a rag doll. Panic sat in. I shook him vigorously by his shoulders, calling his name… Nothing. Finally I realized what I had to do. I picked up the phone and dialed 911.
Lewis sat strapped to a bright yellow stretcher, still naked, but thankfully now covered with a blanket by the EMTs. They had placed him on some oxygen and drawn a circle around the bruise that had formed on his forehead, so they would know if it had grown.
Now I sat in the small seat directly next to the stretcher, squeezing Lewis's hand as we screamed across New York in the back of an ambulance. The paramedic sat across from me on the large bench. He let the air out of the blood pressure cuff slowly, noted it, and then swung his stethoscope around his neck.
The medic looked at me inquisitively, "And how did he get knocked unconscious, again? I need to know for my report."
"Well…" I said, hesitating.
"Ma'am, let me be frank… I have seen a lot… and I mean a lot…. Of things in my career as a medic. There isn't much you can say that's going to surprise me." The paramedic said in a comforting tone.
"Well, we were having this playful little fight, and I kinda got a little carried away, and threw my cell phone at him and hit him in the head."
The medic gave me a surprised look for a moment, then said, "Well, that would explain this little indention on his for head here… I think it says something…."
I raised my eyebrows, "Really?"
"Yeah… M…O…T…O… What's that…? Oh, a T...R… O…L… A." the medic said as he leaned in as if to read Lewis's forehead.
I glared at him, "This isn't the time to be making jokes."
"I'm sorry," The medic said sincerely. There was a short pause, then he said, "You're not gonna throw your phone at me too, because I got a wife and kids you know."
The doctor in the emergency room was much more serious. He took the report from the medic, and they were on there merry way again.
The doctor turned to me, after he had completed a short exam, "I think that he's going to be alright. I'm sure that you couldn't have hit him hard enough to give him a concussion, but were going to send him upstairs for a CT scan nonetheless."
I nodded in affirmation, "When can I see him?"
The doctor stepped aside, "You can see him now if you like. He's just starting to wake up."
"Okay." I whispered stepping into the hospital room.
Lewis was lying in the bed, with his head laid over to the side. There was a large ice pack bandaged to his head, which looked very uncomfortable. I sat down on the chair beside the bed. His eyes were closed and he looked like he was sleeping. Very gently, I took his hand into mine, and squeezed it just enough for him to know that I was there. His eyes drifted open slightly, fluttered and shut again.
Finally, he managed to get his yes open and keep them open. Barely, though.
"Hey…" he managed in a low raspy voice.
I brushed some of the hair off his face, being very gentle not to disturb the cold pack and bandage.
"I'm sooooo, sorry Lew." I whispered.
He smiled vaguely, "Its okay… Where are we?"
I laughed a little louder then I should have, "Lewis, you passed out and fell off my bed and into the floor. I thought you were dying or something. You scared the life out of me… I had to call an ambulance."
He smiled a little bigger, "My first ambulance ride and I wasn't even awake for it…" He pulled me toward him, making me stand, "Come here."
I put the railing down and sat down on the edge of his bed.
He slid his hand into mine, and said, "Did you come with me, in the ambulance, or did you just drive in."
I looked at him compassionately, "I rode with you, of course."
"Was it like on TV with lights and sirens, and the paramedic is this big hero and stuff?"
I frowned, "There were lights and sirens, but the medic was a jerk."
"Yeah, he tried to tell me that I hit you so hard with my phone that your head said Motorola."
Lewis laughed, but instantly recoiled in pain. He slid down in the hospital bed a little farther, pressing the cold pack to his forehead groaning.
"You throw like a guy, Katie… You're lucky you didn't kill me."
"I said I was sorry, Lew. And I meant every word of it." I said as I leaned down and kissed him.
He grabbed me by the wrist, and looked at my watch, "Do you realize that its almost nine?"
I glanced down at my watch, "Yeah, so?"
"Your sister is going to be at your hotel room in an hour to pick you up?" He said, groggily.
"What am I going to do, I can't leave you here like this?!" I exclaimed.
He waved me toward the door, "Go on home, and get ready… I'll call Casey to come get me."
"But you're hurt, Lew." I said returning to his side, "They even want a CT scan to make sure you don't have a concussion."
"I said that I'll take care of it. I've taken care of myself thus far in life. Besides, if you stay, then you're going to have to admit that you were with me to your sister and the rest of your family." He said.
I made a face, "Okay, I'm going."
Lewis smiled wearily at me, as I leaned down and kissed him gently. Then I was out the door.
I was just stepping out of the shower when my sister and father arrived. Dripping wet, I answered the door, still wrapped in my towel.
My father just gave a disapproving look, "Well, this isn't very lady like, now is it?"
My sister just shrugged as they walked through the door.
I ran to my luggage and pulled out some undergarments, a white blouse, and a black skirt.
"I'll be out in just a second." I said racing into the bathroom. I threw my clothes on, and put my hair into a quick bun. No makeup. I was pulling my heels on as I stumbled out of the bathroom. I was met by my father.
He had a dingy olive colored pair of baggy shorts, a dingy white button up shirt, and a pair of boxer all precariously suspended on the end of his ball point pen.
"Katherine, would you care to explain this?" He rumbled.