Don’t Forget to Remember Me
there. What about you?
    “I’ll be here, too. Maybe we can get in that
walk after all?” he said softly.
    “I’d like that.”
    “Back off, Casanova. We have business to
attend to,” Jenna said shortly.
    Ryan shot her a dirty look before she pulled
me out into the hallway and winked at me. “He’s always getting his
panties in a bunch, that one.”
    “Yeah, he told me I always called him
a—”
    “Moody ass,” we both said in unison and she
nodded.
    “Understatement of the century!”
     
    *****
     
    Later that night as I
picked at my dinner of grilled chicken and mashed potatoes, my
parents and Ryan’s, along with Ellie, Harris and Ryan, were all
there, sitting around me. Ryan was
hovering around at the foot of the bed, and my mother was sitting
on the edge.
    “Eat up, honey. You need to regain your
strength.”
    “Uh, have you tasted this, Mom? You eat it,”
I said in disgust and shoved the tray at her. “I’m not dying; I
don’t have a heart condition, so why do I have to eat this
crap?”
    “I’m sure it isn’t that bad,” Marin said as
she took my fork and took a bite. Her face crumpled and she grabbed
a napkin and spit out the food into it. “Ugh.”
    My head cocked to one side. “Exactly.”
    Ryan smiled and took out his cell phone,
punching something in to it. I watched him, wondering what he was
doing. He didn’t put the phone to his ear, but shoved it back into
his pocket. I raised my eyebrow but he only smirked.
    “Julia, we need to talk
about what’s going to happen now,” Gabriel said in a serious tone.
“Dr. Brighton feels if we can get you walking and eating, you should be able to go home in a day or two.
We’ve been talking and wondered what you would like to
do?”
    I looked at the many expectant faces turned
toward me and wasn’t sure what to say. “I guess…I don’t know what
the options are.”
    “Well, you can come home with me to San
Francisco, or go with your mother to Kansas City, as soon as you’re
well enough to travel. Ellie has offered to take you back to New
York and stay with you for a while.” Dad was concerned and my
mother’s face echoed his expression.
    “Why are we doing this?”
Ryan interrupted. “Julia is not going to go to New York right now.” He sounded
angry and looked agitated. “There shouldn’t even be any discussion
about this. Her doctors are here in Boston
and I’m …” he
stopped. “Well, there are three of us here with medical training.
Who could take better care of her? We can toggle our shifts so that
someone is always with her. I’ve already discussed this with Aaron
and Jen, so can we move on, please?”
    My mouth dropped open. It sounded like he
already had it planned.
    “Ryan,” Gabriel admonished. He looked at his
son and then back to me. “Julia, I know you don’t remember them, so
would you feel comfortable doing that? We understand, if not.”
    “Uh…” Ryan began. “Julia, I really think
this is the best solution.”
    “Ryan. Enough ,” Gabriel said sternly.
“Julia?”
    I looked from my parents, to Ryan then
Gabriel.
    Ellie stepped forward and took my hand.
“We’ll support you with whatever you want to do.”
    “Fuck!” Ryan muttered and shoved his hands
in his pockets before leaning up against the wall and staring at
me.
    Why is he so upset?
    Elyse went to her son and put her hand on
his arm. “Ryan, calm down. This is just a discussion.”
    “I thought you’d be on my side,” he said
under his breath, never taking his eyes off of me.
    I opened my mouth to speak but struggled
with what to say; overwhelmed with everything and amazed at the
level of devotion being shown on my behalf. The blue fire in Ryan’s
eyes kept my attention. His jaw set, the muscle in it working
overtime.
    “I hadn’t thought about it, but I appreciate
your willingness to help me.”
    “Julia, we all love you,” Elyse said
softly.
    I looked at my parents, wondering if they
would be upset if I chose to stay in Boston.

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