“She’s not Charlie,” I murmured to myself, trying my best not to compare the two situations. The doctors said Emma would be okay, that it might just take her some time to open her eyes, but I couldn’t stop worrying and remembering the past hurts of my soul. I wrapped her small hand in mine and scooted closer to her bedside. I whispered, “Hey, Tock. You’re going to be okay. I just want you to know that you’re going to be fine, because I know who your mother is, and I know that so much of her strength lives within you. So you keep fighting, okay? You keep fighting and fighting, and then I want you to open your eyes. I need you to come back to us, Tock. I need you to open your eyes,” I begged, lightly kissing her hand.
The machines around us started beeping quicker and quicker. My chest tightened as I looked around. “Someone help!” I called, and two nurses rushed in to see what was happening. I stood up and stepped back. This can’t be happening again. This can’t happen…
I looked away, covering my mouth with my hand, and I said a prayer. I was far from the praying type, but I had to try, just in case God was listening that day.
“Tick,” a small voice whispered.
Turning on my heels, I hurried back over to Emma’s side. Her blue eyes were open and she looked so confused, so lost. I took her hand in mine and turned toward the nurses.
They smiled and one spoke. “She’s okay.”
“She’s okay?” I echoed.
They nodded.
She’s okay.
“Jesus, Tock. You scared me,” I said, kissing her forehead.
Her eyes narrowed, and she slightly tilted her head to the left. “You came back?”
I held on to her hand tighter. “Yeah, I came back.” She opened her mouth to speak, but her breaths were rough and she began to cough. “Take your time. Take deep breaths.”
She did as I said and lay back down against her pillow, her eyelids heavy. “I thought you and Zeus were gone forever like Daddy.” She was falling back asleep and her words were breaking my heart.
“I’m right here, buddy.”
“Tick?” she whispered, her eyes fading closed.
“Yes, Tock?”
“Please don’t leave us again.”
I brushed the palm of my hand against my eyes and blinked a few times. “Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Zeus too?”
“Zeus too.”
“Promise?” she yawned, already asleep before I could reply.
But I did reply, softly whispering into her dreams. “Promise.”
“Tristan.” I turned to see Hannah staring my way.
“She just woke up,” I said, standing up. “She’s pretty exhausted, but she’s doing okay.”
Relief filled her eyes and her hands landed over her heart. “Thank God. Liz is awake in the other room and asked me to come check on her.”
“She’s awake?” I asked. I started for the door to go see Elizabeth, but I paused, looking back at Emma.
“I’ll stay with her. She won’t be alone.”
“You’re up,” I said, staring at Elizabeth, who was looking out the window. She turned toward me, and a small smile appeared on her lips.
“Is Emma okay?”
“Yeah.” I walked over to her bed and sat beside her. “She’s doing good. Your mom is with her right now. How are you doing?” I took her hand and her stare fell to our fingers.
“I guess I got shot.”
“You scared the crap out of me, Lizzie.”
She pulled her hand away from mine. A tiny breath fell from her lips and she closed her eyes. “I don’t know how to deal with all of this. I just want to go home with my little girl.”
My hand ran against the back of my neck, and I studied every inch of her. The bandage around her side. Her bloodstained body. Her frown. I wanted to make her feel better, I wanted to make her feel less alone, but I wasn’t sure how.
“Can you find out when we can leave?” she asked.
I nodded. “Of course.” As I stood up, I paused in the doorway. “I love you, Lizzie.”
Her shoulders rose and fell before she turned her head away from me. “You can’t just love me because I got shot, Tristan. You should’ve loved me before that.”
Emma was able to go home before Elizabeth, and she stayed at the house with Hannah. I didn’t leave Elizabeth’s side until she was able to go home. When it was time to leave, she didn’t pass up the offer of me driving her to her house, but she didn’t speak a word to me.
“Here, let me help you,” I said, hopping out of the driver’s seat and rushing over to help her out of the car.
“I’m good,” she whispered to me, not wanting my help. “I’m good.”
I followed her into the house, and she told me I could leave, but I didn’t. Hannah and Emma were both sleeping in Emma’s tiny bed.
“Tristan, you really can go. I’m good, I’m good.”
I wondered how many times she could say those words before she realized they were a lie.