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Full of Grace: Chapter 2
The middle-aged doctor came back in and stood by my bed. He didn't introduce
himself but his name tag said, "C. Wallace". He said, "You're very lucky
your friend found you. You lost a lot of blood. Another hour or so and you
wouldn't be here with us right now."
Gee, doc, tell me something I didn't know. "When can I go home?"
Dr. Wallace looked disturbed, "Well, I want to keep you for the rest of
tonight. But I would seriously urge you to stay longer but in the
physchicatric wing. There are some wonderful doctors on staff there and
they'll be able to help you." "I don't need that kind of help, Doctor. But
thank you." "Maybe you should talk to your friend. You obviously wanted to
die last night by slashing your wrist. Suicide is not the answer."
I opened my mouth to say something but I changed my mind. He wouldn't have
understood anyhow. Noone would. I knew Nick didn't even understand. I
didn't understand myself so how could I explain it to anyone else?
"I'd like to see my friend please, Dr. Wallace." "Of course. I'll send him
in. I'll check on you later and we'll see about discharging you."
Dr. Wallace walked out and a few seconds later Nick walked in. I was holding
my bandaged wrists up and looking at them.
Nick walked up and I sadly smiled at him. His eyes were swollen and not for
the first time I wished I had never gotten him involved with my problems. I
always had taken care of him but here he was trying to take care of me. I
can't even remember when the tables turned in our relationship like that.
"I'm sorry, Nick. I am so sorry." Nick took my hand in his and squeezed,
"Kevin, you have nothing to be sorry for dude. I'm just glad you called me
man. Don't you know it would kill me if you died?"
My heart broke as I watched him try and not cry some more but tears slid down
his cheeks. "Kev, you have to get out of that relationship. Stefanie is
crazy. For God's sake, Train, she almost killed you this time. Statistics
say people who abuse their partners will 9 times out of 10 go on to kill
their partner finally."
"I know all that, Nick. I watch the news. But I don't know how to get away
from her now. I'm too far in. And if I die at least I would finally be at
peace." Nick leaned down right in my face and I could see him shaking,
"Don't ever say that, Kevin Richardson. We'll get you out of this. As soon
as they discharge you I'm getting you somewhere safe away from her and we'll
figure out what to do about her. Maybe I ought to go get the guys and we can
beat the shit out of her, let her know what she's putting you through."
I sat up and begged, "Nick, don't tell the guys. Please. I'm humilated
enough that you know. I couldn't even tell the doctor here. They think I
slashed my own wrists." Nick sighed, "Dammit, Kevin. Stop protecting her.
The police could arrest her." I lay back down and closed my eyes, "No, Nick.
Absolutely not. They're gonna look at me and laugh thinking about how a
5'5'" petite blonde could tie my hands up over the shower curtain rod and
slash me with a razor blade."
I felt Nick kiss my forehead and he said, "Rest, Kevin. I'm gonna be right
here taking care of you. You're not alone, Kev. Just remember that.
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