Filed to story: The Lingering Kiss of Farewell Novel
she looked right at him. She could tell her boys apart even though they were identical, she knew all their little idiosyncrasies and mannerisms.
“You and Vincent.”
She used both their names
“Are my twin sons.”
She stated simply, and they both started to cry as they clutched at her. She put her arm around both of them and told them it was alright, that she was going to be fine.
They were overwhelmed about her being injured and, though they weren’t allowed up on the bed, she could use that one good arm to try and comfort them. She reached out and wiped their tears away.
“Shh, it’s alright now,”
she told them softly.
It was hard to see her two very lively boys so upset and overwhelmed. They were very rarely like this, got along famously and had a happy, joking nature all the time, were early birds and bright and bushy??ailed even before she was out of bed some days.
Marilyn already knew from her two doctors, Dr. Jonston, who was the head of the ICU she’d been told, and her neurosurgeon, Dr. Holdings that she was to stay in this room for a night or two, until her headaches were reduced. He’d smiled at her being awake, and both doctors had gone on to tell her about all her injuries. Including the six stitches she had to the right side of her face along her hairline.
“What’s one more scar to add to the ones I already have! Had been her only words.
Dr Holdings had asked about that, her scars and how she’d gotten them, and she’d told him she’d been in a car accident. He’d stood there and questioned her quite a bit on that and only after about half a dozen questions did she realised what he was doing: a memory test. He walked from the room, seemed happy with her answers, and finally her boys had been allowed In the room to see her.
She’d had memory tests every morning and afternoon for the past two days as well as neurological obs to test muscle strength in all her limbs, and she could sit up after a full day in there.
That had actually made her dizzy and disorientated. She had kind of struggled a bit with sitting herself up without feeling like she was going to throw up or fall down, even though she’d not even gotten out of the bed.
Another MRI had been attended to at the end of the second day, and she was able to get off the bed and move to a wheelchair and back. Without falling down, or being disorientated. Given the all??lear to move to a recovery room, they no longer needed her to be in the ICU. That made the boys happy.
The new room she was moved to was large and impressive, and already had bunches of flowers in there waiting for her to arrive. Bright and cheerful, Lisa plucked the card and muttered
“Do you want to have bets on who they’re from?”
As she’d handed it to her, she’d not been wrong either. Calvin Reeves had sent both vases of flowers.
“He’s pulling out all the stops, in order for you not to sue him, and drag him through court over this,”
Lisa had stated.
She’d seen the boys looking from her to Lisa. They now knew this incident had involved the same man from the first time they’d been attacked, and Lisa was injured. She’d been unable to control that information getting to them. Though they’d not heard it from her, Lisa or Hamilton but from one of the nurses at the hospital, apparently.
They’d both asked her who he was, using his actual name, because they’d heard that nurse stating it.
“It’s a bit wrong that Calvin Reeves would treat her this way, when she looks so much like his missing wife.”
had been the very words that they had heard.
That had piqued both her boys”
interest right away, and they’d asked her a lot of questions about what had happened. They’d also been in the elevator the day everyone had stared at her when they’d arrived here in Houston, and near on everyone had commented about how much she looked like Marrin Reeves.
They knew she had no idea who their father was and now they themselves were curious about Calvin Reeves and who he was, though him harming both Lisa and herself. That had made them stop asking questions when she’d told them to let it go, because he wasn’t allowed to come near her or them, due to it being his fault that she was in the hospital and injured. But she knew they likely weren’t going to forever, their natural curiosity about that man would eventually get the better of them.
Likely deep down inside, even though they knew she had no idea who their dad was, and was likely never going to remember, and that they had good lives, and didn’t want for anything. It was likely they wanted to know who their father was and to meet him one day, but had stopped asking for now, because they were likely to be upset over the possibility that it was their own father that had done this to their mother.
She watched them climb on the furniture much like they did at the hotel, and were starting to be more like themselves, because she was getting better. She told them to settle, and they looked right at her and stopped. Were actually well??ehaved in an instant at the moment. Didn’t, she thought, want to upset her while she was already injured.
The dressing that covered her stitches had been removed, and they’d looked right at it. They shaved part of your head mum. Cal had pointed out, and they had cleared the hair away from around the wound to see it
CH.26 questions did she realised what he was doing; a memory test. He walked from the room, seemed happy with her answers, and finally her boys had been allowed in the room to see her.
She’d had memory tests every morning and afternoon for the past two days as well as neurological obsto test muscle strength in all her limbs, and she could sit up after a full day in there.
That had actually made her dizzy and disorientated. She had kind of struggled a bit with sitting herself up without feeling like she was going to throw up or fall down, even though she’d not even gotten out of the bed.
Another MRI had been attended to at the end of the second day, and she was able to get off the bed and move to a wheelchair and back. Without falling down, or being disorientated. Given the all??lear to move to a recovery room, they no longer needed her to be in the ICU. That made the boys happy.
The new room she was moved to was large and Impressive, and already had bunches of flowers in there waiting for her to arrive. Bright and cheerful, Lisa plucked the card and muttered
“Do you want to have bets on who they’re from?”
As she’d handed it to her, she’d not been wrong either. Calvin Reeves had sent both vases of flowers.
“He’s pulling out all the stops, in order for you not to sue him, and drag him through court over this,”
Lisa had stated.
She’d seen the boys looking from her to Lisa. They now knew this incident had involved the same man from the first time they’d been attacked, and Lisa was injured. She’d been unable to control that information getting to them. Though they’d not heard it from her, Lisa or Hamilton but from one of the nurses at the hospital, apparently.
They’d both asked her who he was, using his actual name, because they’d heard that nurse stating it.
“It’s a bit wrong that Calvin Reeves would treat her this way, when she looks so much like his missing wife.”
