Read Online Chased Dreams by Lacey Weatherford - Free Book Online

someone shaking my shoulder.
    “Chase, your surgery is over.”
    I opened my eyes briefly and found a couple
of nurses standing over me, but I couldn’t stay focused and zoned
out again. Another shake of my shoulders woke me and Dr. Price was
standing there.
    “Hi, Chase. I just wanted to let you know
everything went really well. We were able to get everything
stabilized. We added one plate and four screws. I’m much happier
with how things look now.”
    “Okay, thank you,” I replied groggily.
    “Did you feel any pain during the
procedure?” he asked.
    I shook my head. “Not a thing. Why?”
    “Hmmm, that’s strange. You had tears on your
face and we thought you were crying.”
    I didn’t say anything more, but I was sure
they had been caused by my dream. I had no clue why I’d had this
dream, but I did know one thing—I was actually looking forward to
going to therapy.
    It wasn’t too long before the nurses had me
all ready to go home. They wheeled me out to the car and helped me
get inside while Brittney went around to the driver’s side. All I
wanted was to go back to sleep. The pain meds were keeping me in a
blissful haze.
    “Your foot massages may have to wait a few
days, babe. I’m feeling kind of beat.” I tried to muster a
smile.
    She pretended to sigh heavily. “Oh, all
right. I guess you can put it off—for a few days. I’m not letting
you out of this one though.” She laughed.
    “I love you,” I said, as I closed my
eyes.
    “Sleep well. I love you too.”

Chapter Eight
    “Chase?” Brittney’s voice called to me
gently. “Chase, we’re home.”
    I slowly opened my eyes and saw we were
sitting in the driveway. My head was pounding and I honestly felt
like someone was hammering nails into my temples.
    “Could you leave the front door open for me,
babe?” I asked, and groaned. Speaking made my head throb even
more.
    “I’m going to help you into the house,
silly. You’re still pretty out of it. I don’t want you to fall and
hurt yourself worse.” She came around and opened the door for me
before grabbing my crutches from the back. “Here you go.”
    She extended her hand and helped to pull me
to my feet. It made me so irritated. I’d been reduced to not even
being able to get out of a car and into my own damn house without
help. I didn’t know which was worse—needing help—or needing the
help of a girl. At least it was Brittney. I loved her and I was
glad she was willing.
    “I couldn’t even get a bronze medal in the
Special Olympics if there were only three contestants,” I jokingly
grumbled, hoping to make her laugh and was happy when she did. I
loved the sound of her laughter. Just having her close by was
comforting.
    She continued to walk right beside me as I
hobbled my way along, heading straight for the bedroom once I was
inside. I collapsed onto our bed, feeling like a train had hit me.
I was quickly learning one thing—I hated surgery and I hated being
in pain.
    “Babe? Did they send any more of those pain
meds home with you? Whatever they gave me before the surgery isn’t
cutting it.” My knee was throbbing badly.
    She laughed. “Yes, they gave you a new
script. We stopped at the pharmacy drive through on the way home to
pick them up. You don’t remember? You even signed the receipt for
them.”
    “I did?” I asked in amazement. I had
absolutely no recollection of doing any such thing.
    She laughed again. “Let me go get you a
glass of water so you can take some. The doctor said you could have
more if you needed it, when we got home.”
    I sighed and relaxed back against my pillow,
images of the dream I’d had still floating through my head. They
disturbed me, but I didn’t feel like talking with Brittney about it
yet. I wasn’t sure why all these memories of Nikki kept surfacing,
but I didn’t want to hurt Britt’s feelings with them. I loved and
appreciated her so much. She’d helped me through so many difficult
times.
    She reappeared with water