In Your Arms
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“How is she doing?”
“She’s sleeping.”
“And you aren’t?”
“I couldn’t sleep. I just keep seeing the same images over and over.”
Phillip moved as best he could to the side of the bed then motioned for her to join him. Sam climbed onto the hospital bed carefully and rested her head next to his.
“So tell me something to get my mind off the pain,” he coaxed.
“Didn’t they give you some pain medication?”
“Yes, but it doesn’t get rid of all of the pain.”
“So what do you want to hear?” Sam asked, looking up at Phillip, tracing his beloved features with her gaze, so glad he was awake and talking to her. She didn’t know what she’d have done if she’d lost him.
“I think I want to know the rest of that ice skating story with Alex.”
“You know I can’t tell you that.”
“Alex is sleeping. She’ll never know you told me.”
“Believe me, she’ll know, but if you want to hear it, I’ll tell you.”
“I really want to know,” he said seriously.
“Okay, so when we were younger, I think we were in second or third grade, we went to the ice skating rink. There weren’t that many people, but then all of a sudden this large group of kids stepped onto the ice. They didn’t really know how to skate too well, but you know Alex, she couldn’t stand them being in her way. So we rounded the corner and she saw the group huddled together and she was going so fast she didn’t have time to swerve around them. She ran right into the group. Knocking, I would say, a good majority of them down. But there she was, skating through them like nothing was wrong. She didn’t even fall down. Needless to say, we weren’t allowed to come back for a while.” Sam laughed as she finished telling him the story.
Phillip laughed then moaned from pain.
“Stop laughing, you are going to hurt yourself,” she said, placing her hand on his chest.
Phillip stopped laughing. “I think those meds are kicking in. I’m getting pretty tired.”
“Okay, I’ll leave so you can get some rest,” Sam said, sitting up carefully.
“Sam, the best rest I could get would be with you right here,” he said, grabbing her arm before she got off the bed.
Sam looked back at him then lay back down, resting her hand on his chest.
“I love you, beautiful,” Phillip said, placing his own hand over hers.
“I love you too, handsome,” she whispered, knowing she was right where she was always meant to be.
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