Fix Me

“It’s me,” Luke said.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’m making you breakfast,” he answered.

I smiled. “You didn’t have to do that. I thought you were supposed to be taking it easy today.”

He laughed. “I am. That doesn’t mean we starve. I thought we could hang out, listen to one of those books you have or maybe we can just lay by the pool.”

I found my way to one of the barstools and sat down. “I can’t walk. I can’t see. I have never felt so worthless in all my life.”

“You are not worthless. You’ll be able to walk in a few days. Your cut is in a weird place and we don’t want it to pull. I wish you would have agreed to use a wheelchair for a few days.”

I groaned. “No. Absolutely not.”

“Fine, but you have to take it easy. Do you want eggs?”

I slowly shook my head. “I’m not hungry. I will take coffee, though.”

“You need to eat,” he lectured. “You especially need to eat with your meds. You don’t want that cut getting infected.”

“Fine, I’ll have some bacon.”

“Who says there is bacon?” he teased.

“Don’t forget my heightened senses,” I said, with a laugh.

“Bacon and some toast,” he bargained.

“You are not my nurse today,” I warned.

“I’m your friend and I’m telling you that you need to eat. You have to keep your strength up.”

“For?”

“If you want to have that surgery, you have to be in good health. Ellis is thorough. If she suspects you are sick or struggling, she’s going to postpone.”

I tried to roll my eyes. “Stop. It’s a stupid cut. I’m not sick.”

“You have to be strong in all ways. She told you that. She told you those first few weeks following the surgery are going to be taxing. You have to be in fighting form and ready to kick ass. Consider me your trainer. I’m sending my prized fighter into the ring and I want you ready.”

I forced a laugh. “That’s quite the analogy.”

“Eggs or toast?” he said, not giving me a way out.

“Toast. Bully.”

I heard his laughter and couldn’t help but laugh. He was stubborn. He was exactly what I was going to need after the surgery. I was dreading those first few days and weeks after it was done. I pushed the thought to the side, needing to focus on the good. I had to stay in the right headspace.

“Here you go, my lady,” he said, in a horrible British accent.

He was in a good mood. I wanted to be in a good mood, too. I told myself to just choose that. I had a great man in my life and that’s what really mattered. There was a good chance my situation was temporary. Okay, a small chance, but still a chance.

He sat beside me. I nibbled on the bacon, forcing myself to eat. “Delicious,” I said turning to him. “Thank you for this.”

“You are welcome. Is Mel coming over still?”

“I think so.”