Chapter 45: Chapter 45
The speaker told the audience, "I'm not going to coddle you as Charlie did for me." Charlie had been the last speaker. As propped up against the vehicle, I inform Mark that I will be bringing his crutches to him in a moment.
The speaker stated, "I never asked you to," in response to the question. He said that he was taking them and that it was tough for him to get his movements started in the beginning when he first started taking them.
According to him, all that needed to be done was to continue putting "one foot in front of the other." This is something I yell about while walking in front of him and not really paying attention to what it is that he is saying.
"Uh Alyanna?" I've made the decision to give it another shot. "If you were able to assist me in any way, it would be very appreciated. The ground beneath you can make it challenging to keep your balance." When I look up at him from below, I see that he has three legs instead of just two. if you exclude the one that was damaged during the accident.
"Ok. a minuscule amount of help, if you will. So that wraps it up." You should go in closer to him so that you may support his waist, as my opinion is that you should do so. When I touch him, I can see a very subtle trace of muscle spasm on his face. It gives me great pleasure to report that I was successful in eliciting a response from him. I can't help but grin to myself as we make our way to the elevator as we are in the process of getting there.
"Thanks." After the door has been closed for good, he then continues with his remark. If you look very closely, you can see that he has a very slight blush on his cheeks.
"No issue." I say smirking.
When we visit the apartment, I will be the one to open the door and wait for Mark to enter before I go inside myself. Before I sit down next to him on the couch, I get a glass of water from the kitchen so that we can both have one. He moves to the couch and takes a seat there. Are you curious about the television show Hawaii Five-0 and want to view some episodes? Mark has asked you to retrieve the remote control for the television for him.
"Sure." I swiftly grab a pillow from the couch and position it below Mark's foot while it's sitting on the coffee table.
"Are you really certain that you are not going to talk to me like I'm a child?" He asks the question while maintaining a bewildered expression on his face. When you say that, I can only roll my eyes.
Mark does not fall asleep for a few more hours after we start watching that, so we continue to keep him awake. I don't want to wake him awake, but I can't just pick him up and carry him to bed, so I lay him down on his side, put something under his foot, and cover him with a blanket.
"Goodnight Mark." As I give him a kiss on the crown of his head, I whisper something beneath my breath.
The next morning, when I wake up, I am overcome with happiness; yet, as soon as I remember that this is the day that I am scheduled to receive chemo, my elation quickly fades. The days on which I must undergo chemotherapy are ones that I dread. The majority of it is devoted to the events that followed. It would appear that taking the pill and sticking a needle in your arm are equally effective ways to get the job done. Recuperation, on the other hand, is the most important disadvantage of the procedure. I loathe the notion that I will have to spend the full of the following day at the hospital resting and regaining my strength in order to be able to go home. The subsequent action will require you to go back to your house and obtain some more rest. It doesn't matter what I eat or drink, I always end up being sick afterward, so I can't really eat that much. The issue that one has with their taste senses can also be very frustrating. On the other hand, the day that arrives before the beginning of the subsequent cycle of chemotherapy is an amazing day.
I pull on one of Mark's hooded sweatshirts after getting out of bed, after which I cover my head with a headscarf and wrap it around my head. Because it is unusually warm for the beginning of December, I have decided to wear in shorts and a hoodie that is long enough to cover the shorts. This is because the temperature has been in the high 60s. When I come out of the door, the first person I notice is Mark, who is seated at the counter and eating a sandwich.
"What exactly are you up to when you really ought to be sleeping? It seemed to me that you were taking some time for yourself at the moment." When I suggest that you should come to join me, I mean that rather literally. There are a total of six of them in the group. It is unusual for him to be up and moving around at such an early hour.
"Because of the cast, I was unable to get a good night's sleep," you say. "It made me feel rather uncomfortable." It sounds like he is offering to split his lunch with me and give me a portion of his meal. I take it.
The physician commented that by this time the next week, you will be able to move around while wearing a cast. This is something that I say to him in the hope that it may encourage and inspire him.
He is confused and asks, "Really that quick?" (Does it really take that little time?)
"Yep. The condition of your leg was not even close to being as serious as..." I pause for a few seconds while I mull over the following thing that it is that I ought to say. The only thing wrong with him was his foot; other than that, he seemed to be in perfect health. Whatever it was that caused you to go into a coma indicates that it was an extremely dangerous condition. I say shrugging at my not- so-good answer.
"It is certainly something for which we should be grateful. Have there been any hints or suggestions made about scheduling a session of physical therapy?" He asks to be removed from the counter in a manner that is both courteous and respectful so that he can clean up his own crumbs.
You will need to wear a walking cast for a total of three weeks, and then one week into the walking cast, you will need to start participating in physical therapy for a total of six weeks. I then proceeded to explain how I finished up the remaining portion of my sandwich.
"Interesting." He then proceeds to make the comment while he moves to the opposite side of the couch in order to sit down. I walk over there and sit down next to him on the end of the couch that is closest to the door. "By the way, I really appreciate how you've put together your outfit." He says smirking.
I snort. "Thanks."
"Given that it's December, I'm intrigued to learn what led you to decide to dress in such a summery manner as to don shorts." He wants to know if the television is already switched on or off at this point.
"Because I'm not feeling cold," was her response to my question. I come to the conclusion that the best way to get closer to him is to slouch down into the seat next to him.
The instructor commanded, "OK, take off the hoodie," and the student complied. He says this to me while extending his arm in front of him so that I can rest on him.
"But I'm freezing." I say this while doing my best to hide the grin on my face and stifle the laughter in my stomach. It was only a matter of time until he made some kind of observation on the fact that I had contradicted myself, as it is only natural for him to do so.
I answered, "But you just mentioned that you were comfortable," because you made that statement earlier. He emphasizes his exaggerated attitude with the movement of his arms. I have finally reached the point where I am unable to stifle my laughing any longer. "Are you pregnant, and I'm totally ignorant of the fact that it's happening?" He asks. The very notion of that gives me the chills. When the topic of children came up in the talk, I was utterly unprepared for it. Ever.
Without a shadow of a doubt, at least one of us was required to have possession of one. The remark in question is correct, despite the fact that it might not be anything anyone wants to hear. Throughout the countless times that Charlie or Abby have been absent from the room, not once have we ever, ever, ever brought up the subject of infants or children.
I rotate my body so that I am facing Mark, and then I sit up so that I am no longer held by him. "You ok?" He asks.
I feel the need to take a few slow, deep breaths right now. "How many babies do you want?" When I have a question, I try to ask it in a calm and cool manner. Here is it, the moment of truth: we are having the conversation about having children, which is something that each and every couple is forced to have at some time in their relationship in order for their relationship to ever have any chance of being successful.
"What?" Mark asks the question as though he were uninformed of the dialogue that just took place. The way that he is looking at you makes it abundantly evident that he did it.
"All that is required of you is to provide an answer to the question." I blurt. I cannot wait to get my hands on this knowledge.
"Oh... I'd say maybe..." I am squeezing my stomach tightly while also crossing all of my fingers behind your back. In the same way, he performs the same thing with his breath. The speaker stated, "I'd say between four and six," as their answer. He claims that he is gradually walking back his comments at this point.
"You're kidding." I speak the phrase in a monotone while maintaining a slightly open mouth position.
"Sorry." He goes on to say that they are pulling back even further.
"Oh, no, no. The exact product that you are looking for is likewise in my possession. My wish list has always included either the number four or the number five." I say smiling timid.
"Really?" He asks.
"Yeah. I had always thought that it was because of the fact that my parents had brought me up all by myself in isolation from the rest of the family." I had given an explanation already.
"Me too." This is what he is saying while he has a firm grip on my hand and is pulling me to sit further closer to him.
The inquiry was phrased as, "What about names?" I let out a long breath just before I ask the question.
There is a split second of reluctance on his behalf before he continues. Milly fascinates me with her mystery. He asks.
I lower myself to a sitting position and maintain eye contact with the individual. My maternal grandmother was known by the name Milly while she was still living. As I watch Mark's face turn a little pink, I can't help but smile. "Do you also have anything more to offer in addition to this? We'll be picking a name for a male this time around, so keep that in mind." I lean my head to the side and fall on his chest in submission.