Page 122 of The Legend
Through itall, the needs, the wants, the changes, I was making ground. I was feelingbetter and getting the set-up that I needed. That right set-up that my familyneeded.
22.Arm Restraints – Sway
Arm Restraints– Straps attached to a driver’s arms to limit range of motion and keep the armsand hands inside the car in case of a flip.
Jamesonwas released from the hospital forty-eight days after the accident. The brokenbones had healed aside from his shoulder. Along with breaking it, he tore hisrotator cuff and that seemed to be causing some discomfort for him so he wore asling.
The pelviswas healing but he wasn’t allowed to have sex for another three weeks. You canprobably imagine his mood. Though he didn’t give any inclination that he wantedto have sex other than a few heated kisses we shared, I think that sex was thelast thing on his mind when he was released.
His headwas also a concern. He got dizzy quickly, had headaches that would literallytake his eyesight away and then there was the occasional slip and he wouldstumble when walking. That was a concern and they sent him home with a cane toassist in his balance.
The nightwe came home, everyone came over and I made Jameson’s favorite fried spaghettionly to have him not be able to taste anything. Since his head injury hefrequently told me food didn’t taste the same to him anymore.
After aweek of having him home, more of Jameson began to come out and I saw the man Ifell in love with.
I will saythat having Jameson at home and not having to divide my time between hishospital bed and everywhere else was easier. Only problem was, he wasconstantly sending me text messages. Not just any text messages. Dirty textmessages. It was now the middle of March and he had been released from thehospital but activity was something else entirely.
After twoweeks of being home, it was apparent sex was on his mind, a lot. I caught himstaring more often, his touches lingering longer than before and the wantradiated from everything he did.
It. Was.Fucking.Sexy!
He knew hewas in no shape to be having sex though. We tried after they released him fromthe “no sex thing” and he actually stopped me because he was in too much pain. ForJameson to stop during sex meant he was in an extreme amount of pain. I didmore micro polishing and piston stroking during the last month than I’ve everdone in my life. That he wasn’t too sore for.
Physicallyhe was recovering and a full recovery looked promising. Emotionally, I wouldsay he had taken the edge off the pain but it wasn’t gone. Not for any of us.And the fact that we still hadn’t had the funeral was the biggest obstacle. Weall knew when we did; the pain would be just as real again.
The nightbefore the funeral, I finally made it home around eight to find Jameson nowherearound after his physical therapy session. We now had a trainer coming to thehouse four times a week to get him back in physical condition.
I checkedthe gym and he wasn’t in there so I checked the movie room, the kitchen, andeven the kids’ rooms. They weren’t home either so I went upstairs intending tofind my phone to call him.
I walkedinside our bedroom to find all the lights were on and the French doors leadingout to our balcony overlooking our private lake open.
The draftcoming in was a little too cold so I walked over to close them when Jamesonsaid, “Don’t close that.”
“Oh—sorry!”Covering my heart with my hand, I jumped when I heard him speak. “I didn’t knowyou were in here.”
The roomwas a dark blush tint. He was sitting slouched in a chair on the balcony. Acool breeze danced throughout, the curtains flowing with each shift.
Heshrugged but didn’t say anything. He looked rough, the bruises had healed and hishair was growing back but he still didn’t look like himself. The distant colddemeanor took over most of the time but Jameson was there, underneath of it. Ihated seeing him like this but there wasn’t anything I could do for him rightnow.
After theaccident, I wanted him to react the way he used to. I wanted him to feel thethings he used to but he didn’t. So many times his anger would flare and hewould simply walk away. I wanted him to punch something, throw a transmission,and fight us but nothing. That’s when I knew that he wasn’t okay. The Jameson Iknew wouldn’t react like this but I also knew that he had a severe brain injurythat he was recovering from and he had lost his dad. So much was stillconfusing to him and frustrating that his body wouldn’t respond as quickly ashe wanted.
“I’m tiredhoney.” He said softly watching the lake.
I glanceddown at him as I stepped outside. “You should take a nap.” I said coming intohis line of sight. “Do you need more pain medicine?”
“No,that’s not what I meant.” His fixated gaze turned to mine. “I’m mentallyexhausted.”
I alreadyknew that. I saw the warning signs even before the accident. I’ve seen itbefore. There’s only so long that you can live a lifestyle like he had.
“Do youwant to talk?” I knelt down beside him only to have him shake his head and pathis lap indicating he wanted me to sit with him. Taking off my boots, I slippedonto his lap carefully.
“Thisdoesn’t hurt, does it?”
His head leanedinto mine. “It’s fine. Just don’t smack my shoulder.” He let out a lightchuckle, his body shaking mine.
“I missyou.” I said to him knowing he understood what I meant.
“I know.”He whispered against my temple before kissing it softly. My head tucked underhis chin sinking into him.
