Auctioned to Him 2: His for a Week

by Charlotte Byrd

  Then…the words come out like clockwork. After I get through the monologue, we have a heated exchange in which I put my dad in his place.

  “Do you know how this feels, Dad?” I yell at the top of my lungs. “No, you don’t. You don’t know anything about me. You never even cared to find out. You know what? I don’t care if you and mom are back together and in love. I don’t care. You weren’t there for me when I needed you most. And it’s not just because of the divorce. It’s more than that. You left, Dad. You just left, and that’s it. I never heard from you for three years, and you lived forty-five minutes away!”

  There are a lot of theories on acting out there, but the one I tend to rely on and use in my daily life is the one that encourages you to use what you know to bring out certain feelings in your character. As I drive back to the hospital, I realize that today I didn’t have to dig deep to reach the anger that I was able to express. I am angry. Very angry over what had happened to Chloe. I’m angry at the drunk driver. I’m angry at the whole situation. I’m angry at myself. I’m angry that I was such an idiot about how I handled our situation. That I chose to lie instead of telling the truth. And what I’m angriest at is that I lied about something so stupid. So inconsequential.

  I see Lila in front of the vending machine, getting a bag of potato chips.

  “Lila, hey. I stopped by Whole Foods,” I say, lifting up the heavy bag of groceries. “I didn’t know what you liked, so I got a little bit of everything. A few salads, sandwiches and a bunch of healthy snacks. So we’re not just eating sugar and crap all day.”

  “Oh my God, you’re a life saver,” she says. Lila gives me a warm hug.

  “So, how is she?”

  “Um…the same really. Still in a coma.”

  She rummages through the bag and takes out a lentil and beetroot salad with blue cheese. She doesn’t say anything for a few moments.

  “What’s wrong?” I ask. “Is there anything you’re not telling me?”

  Lila refuses to meet my eyes.

  “Lila, please. The suspense is killing me.” Poor choice of words, of course. I regret it immediately.

  “I talked to my insurance people today, and they’re not going to cover it. I don’t know why I thought they would. And she doesn’t have any. She was going to sign up, but for some reason she never did. She’s usually so reliable. So, I don’t really know how the hell we’re going to pay for all of this. A friend of mine texted me and said that her father stayed at Cedar Sinai overnight once, and it cost $70,000 just for the night. This is going to be her second night here. Plus the surgery.”

  “Lila, please, don’t worry about it.”

  “How can I not worry about it?”

  “I’m going to pay for it. All of it.”

  “What?” she looks up at me.

  “Money doesn’t matter, Lila. I want her to have the best treatment. Whatever they need to do to her to make her better, that’s what we’ll do.”

  “No, I can’t accept your money,” she shakes her head.

  “Well, you’re not the one accepting it. It will be Chloe. And frankly I don’t really care if she accepts it. She’s in no position to say no. I’ll pay her bill, regardless.”

  Lila starts to cry. She throws her arms around my neck, sobbing.

  A week passes. I come home occasionally to change and shower. I sleep in my own bed twice and only for a few hours. Otherwise, I spend all of my time at the hospital. Waiting. I sit next to Chloe, look at her bandaged face and her puffy eyes and lips, and I wait. Sometimes, I put my hand on hers and feel her pulse. Just to make sure that she’s still there. I know that she would hate the ugly fluorescent lights in the room. I open the curtains as far as they will go and open the windows. Fresh air and sunshine – these are the things that make life living. I bring her bouquets of flowers and tell her which ones are in each bouquet. Almost everyone from the cast and crew comes for a visit and sends a bouquet of flowers or a fruit basket. By the end of the week, there’s hardly any counter space left, but flowers and fruit baskets keep coming.

  Then one afternoon, she opens her eyes. The sun is shining brightly into the room, filling the space with hope and love. It’s almost 2 p.m., and I’ve just gotten back from lunch. I find my usual seat, facing her and the window. When I get out my phone to check my email, I see her. At first, I don’t believe what I’m seeing. Her eyelids flutter a bit, just like they had all these times before. It’s a function of the brain working somewhere in the background, the doctors have explained, and it gives people the sense that the person is just about to wake up, but that’s not necessarily true. I’ve been tricked by this eye movement before. Especially during the first couple of days. But something is different about today. I keep looking at her. Then, slowly but surely, one of her eyelids opens. And, soon after, another.

  “Chloe? Chloe?” I grab her hand.

  She nods her head slightly, then presses her index finger into my hand.

  “Oh my God, Chloe!” I take her hand to my lips. I kiss her over and over, and big, round tears start to roll down my face.

  “You’re awake,” I whisper.

  Chapter 25 - Finn

  Over the next few weeks, Chloe continues a steady recovery. I continue to stay with her, and we have a lot of fun together. At first, she can’t even sit up in bed, but she can hear everything so I spend my days reading to her. I discover that she doesn’t have too much of an interest in anything serious or disturbing. Current events and hard-boiled detective fiction is definitely out, but Emily Brontë and Michael Crichton go over nicely. I’ve never read either, and I really enjoy Wuthering Heights, even though it runs a little bit too long for me. I do, however, enjoy Crichton immensely. Sphere is my favorite, even though Chloe is partial to Timeline. In addition to reading a lot of books (or rather, me reading and her listening), we also spend a lot of time watching Netflix and old movies like Beetlejuice. By the time we get to Beetlejuice, Chloe is already sitting up in bed and eating on her own. She has some movement in her neck, but her head is still bandaged up.

  “That was so funny,” I say turning off my iPad. My stomach aches from laughing so hard.

  “I can’t believe I’ve never seen it before,” she says. “It was hilarious.”

  I look over at her. Her face is still puffy, and her eyes are like two little slits, but I love the smile that pushes her bandages apart.

  “My nose hurts,” she says.

  “Oh no, why?”

  “From laughing,” Chloe explains. Her nose got broken, and they had to reset it. There’s a big bandage on top of it, with some sort of hard metal thing underneath. I can’t lie. It doesn’t look pretty.

  “My eyes are actually watering,” she says wiping away tears from laughter.

  I look at her. She doesn’t like me staring at her too much, but I can’t help myself.

  “What? What’s wrong?” she asks.

  “Nothing.”

  “So why are you looking at me like that?”

  “Because I’m just so happy that I can enjoy this moment with you. I sat here for a week when you were in a coma not knowing if I will ever talk to you again. Or if you’ll even recognize me again. And now, you’re here, laughing so hard you’re crying. It’s just amazing. You’re amazing.”

  “Don’t say that,” Chloe casts her eyes away. I can’t really tell if she’s blushing, but I have my suspicions. “Besides, even if I hadn’t recognized you, I’d know who you were. You should hear what all the nurses are saying about you behind your back. You’re a rock star.”

  “A movie star,” I correct her.

  She rolls her eyes. “Ouch.”

  “Serves you right for rolling your eyes,” I smile.

  “Finn…can I ask you a question,” Chloe suddenly grows serious. I turn to her and wait.

  “What are you doing here?”

  “What do you mean?” I ask.

  “Why are you here every day? I mean, I really enjoy your company, and it definitely
makes me one of their favorite patients. But don’t you have something better to do?”

  I’m taken aback by her comments.

  “Do you not want me here?”

  “That’s not what I said. I love that you are here.”

  “I’m here because…because I want to be. When I first heard what happened, I thought I was going to pass out. I was so scared. Terrified. And coming here and staying here with you made me feel better.”

  “And now that I’m better?”

  “And now that you’re better, I want to spend time with you. I know that I didn’t get the chance to explain this properly before, but I was a total jerk before. You were right to get upset. I’m just sorry that I never got the chance to make it up to you. I shouldn’t have lied. I don’t have a good excuse. It was totally stupid and immature, and I just hope that one of these days, you can give me another chance.”

  “Another chance?”

  “Another chance for another date. I’d like to take you out again, Chloe.”

  She smiles and lights up the whole world.

  Finally, the big days is here. Chloe is getting discharged tomorrow, but she’s getting the bandages taken off today. She has been uneasy about this for a few days now. Agitated and uncomfortable. Lila is in the room with us, trying to calm her down.

  “Everything is going to be okay, Chloe,” she says. “You’re going to look great.”

  “Yeah, I’m not so sure about that,” she shakes her head. “What if it’s all disintegrated underneath there?”

  “Well, it’s going to be good just to get them off, won’t it?” she asks.

  “I don’t really know. I’m actually kind of used to them now.”

  I look at her. So small in her hospital gown and in that big hospital bed. The sun is still up, and the fluorescent lights aren’t on full blast. This is good. No one looks good underneath those things. I’m an actor. I know very little about lighting technology or how it works, but I do know one thing. Lighting is everything. It sets the mood, it makes the more regular people look extraordinary and you do not want to remove bandages and look at your first face for the first time in weeks without having the right lighting.

  “You’re going to look beautiful,” I say. “You know how I know? Because you are beautiful.”

  She shakes her head and waves her hand dismissively. She’s still doesn’t have full motion of her neck, otherwise, I’d know that she would shake her head as well.

  “But if you want to look your best, it’s better to do it now, rather than later. The light streaming in that window is amazing.”

  She takes a deep breath. The nurses offered to help, but she said that she wanted to do it herself. She had seen them do it a million times before when they changed the bandages.

  “Okay, you two hand me that mirror and look away.”

  Lila and I turn around and wait. It feels like an eternity passes before she speaks again. I wait for her to gasp or cry out. Or laugh. But I don’t hear her exude any noise. The suspense is killing me.

  “Okay,” she says. “Turn around.”

  Lila and I turn around. I see the most beautiful girl in the world.

  “You look…amazing,” I whisper.

  She smiles.

  “Yeah, really, really good Chloe.”

  She looks at us and then in the mirror.

  “You two are insane,” Chloe concludes.

  “What?” Lila asks.

  “My hair is matted, my cheeks are still really puffy and I’m ridiculously pale. And my nose…well, other than the bruise, I guess it looks okay.”

  “You’re the most beautiful woman in the world,” I say without missing a beat. I’m not acting. In this moment, she is.

  Chapter 26 - Chloe

  I have no memory of the accident. One minute, I was driving on the freeway and the next, I’m in the hospital staring at the bright lights and all the staff looking down at me. They are milling around, yelling something, but I can’t really make out any of the words. I’m somewhere far away. Not above them, but definitely not entirely in my body either. After that, it all fades to black. I lose all sense of time. When I wake up, Finn is the first person I see. He’s there sleeping in the chair next to me. I can’t speak out to him. I can’t move a finger. He looks so peaceful sleeping sitting up like that. I watch him. I don’t entirely believe that it’s him. Why would he, of all people, be here? Where’s Lila? Where are my parents?

  Blackness descends again. Sometime later, I wake up again. My eyelids feel heavy. Finn is there again. He’s looking at something on his phone. I want to call out to him, but my mouth is too difficult to open. He sees me. At least, I think he does. Then, I realize that I can move my finger. I press it as hard as I can into his hand. The most beautiful smile forms on his face. His eyes fill with hope, and I know that it’s going to be okay.

  Over the next few weeks, my recovery is slow, boring and cumbersome. My parents come see me. Lila tells me that they flew out the night of the accident and have been here ever since. They come visit me for hours each day, along with Lila. They both seem to like Finn a lot. They talk to him all the time, and he continues to stay with me. It feels like he’s never not here. To pass the time, he reads to me and we watch Netflix together. I fall in love with the quietness of his voice and the roar of his laughter. He laughs with his whole body. Unapologetically. I remember when I used to laugh like that. But nowadays, my laughter is limited by all the tubes, bandages and fear of pain. Then the bandages come off. I’m terrified of the person I’d see underneath. Horrified of not having my old face again. In the past, I remember freaking out about every stupid pimple or imperfection. But now, I want to have my old face back more than anything. When I look in the mirror the first time, I see her looking back at me. I’m a little disheveled and rough around the edges, but overall, I’m me. When I turn to Finn, the look on his face tells me what he’s thinking.

  He thinks I’m beautiful. Finn Dalton thinks I’m beautiful!

  “Wow,” Finn says coming into the room. The nurses have helped me change into the loose fitting, black dress that Lila bought for me. I had an hour or so to get my hair and makeup in order. I’m getting discharged tomorrow and, to celebrate the occasion, he is taking me out on a date. Not far, just to the roof. But it’s still a date!

  “You look…breathtaking,” he says. I smile as my heart fills with joy.

  “Thank you. You too,” I mumble. That’s quite an understatement. Finn is dressed in a tailored grey suit without a tie. The white button-down shirt is perfectly starched, bringing out the olive color in his skin and the brightness of his eyes. His hair falls loosely into his eyes, but in that perfect casual way which makes girls swoon.

  “Are you ready?” Finn asks. I nod and he wheels me away. We take the service elevator to the top.

  “Are you sure we’re allowed to be here?”

  “No,” he says, nonchalantly. “But I got everything ready.”

  When the elevator doors open, I see a little set up at the edge of the roof. String lights wrap around the railing creating a cozy atmosphere around the little table and one chair.

  “One chair?” I ask.

  He points to my wheelchair.

  “Oh, of course!”

  He laughs and pushes me forward.

  “What are we having?” I ask.

  “Something very gourmet. California pizza kitchen.”

  That sounds perfect! I love their pizza, and I haven’t had it in ages. When we finally get to the table, I see that the food may not be gourmet, but the setting definitely is. The table is covered in thick, white linen and set with expensive plates and cutlery. There’s even a daffodil and daisy centerpiece.

  “Lila told me that these were your favorite flowers,” Finn says.

  “They are,” I say.

  When he opens the covered silver platter, I see a variety of pizza slices placed carefully in a round pizza.

  “I wasn’t sure which ones you preferred, so I got
a little bit of both.”

  “I’ll start with a slice of pesto,” I say.

  “Pesto, it is.” Finn takes a slice of Hawaiian pizza for himself.

  After pouring us some wine, he sits down across from me and looks at me.

  “I’d like to make a toast,” I say.

  He nods.

  “I’m not much of a toast maker, but I just feel like I have to say something to you. You have done so much for me over these last few weeks, and I will never be able to repay you. You have been there for me, even though…before this accident, I was horrible to you.”

  “No, you weren’t.”

  “Yes, I was. Don’t interrupt.” He flashes a coy smile and waits. “And so, I just want to take this opportunity to thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for everything that you’ve done. From paying for all of my medical bills to just being there with me. Day in and day out. Without you, living in that hospital for so long wouldn’t have been that fun.”

  “Thank you,” Finn says after I’m done. “And I would like to say something too. I’m so happy that you have made such a swift recovery. It has been a pleasure spending all this time with you. And I hope that we can continue to spend time together in the future.”

  The rest of the dinner isn’t so serious. We joke, we laugh. We talk about stupid old movies and shows. He tells me that the first time he wanted to be an actor was when he saw the Brady Bunch on television. Mr. Brady made him feel like families on television were better than families in real life, and he wanted to go off and find himself a television family. I tell him that the first clothes I ever made were for my childhood cat. I used to torture her by running around and try to measure her to make the sweater just right. It was soon after that I realized that it was easier to get people’s measurements and made Lila a t-shirt.

  After stuffing ourselves silly with pizza and wine, we take a break from eating. He wheels me out to the opposite side of the roof and runs back for his chair. He sits down next to me, takes my hand in his, and we look out over the lights of Los Angeles in front of us. The world is buzzing with activity, but we’re all above all that. Up here, there’s nothing but peace and quiet. Not even a single insect dares to interrupt our silence.