I frown. As far as I know, he did not have a fractured spine. “You’re okay,” I say and place a hand on his shoulder. “It’s just all the pain meds you’re on.”
He puts a hand to his chest, “I’m short of breath. It kind of hurts to breathe.”
“They removed a lung, man,” I say, and he looks really freaked out by this.
“A lung? Can they do that?” he questions.
“I guess so,” I say. He looks like he’s going to start hyperventilating. I gently squeeze his shoulder. “Listen,” I say, “You’re going to be fine.”
“What else is broken on me?” he asks.
“Two broken arms-” I begin, and he cuts me off.
He holds up his arms, both of which are in casts, “Geeze, really?”
I roll my eyes. “Don’t be a smartass.” I say that, but truthfully I’m glad to see he feels up to joking around. “You have a fractured skull, broken neck, a broken leg, and you had a collapsed lung… now you’re just missing one, I guess.”
I don’t think he heard much of what I just said. He is drifting in and out of sleep. He perks up suddenly. “I think… I think I heard my sister in here…”
“Kate?” I smile, “Yeah. She brought her kids up here one day.”
He looks embarrassed. “So you two have met now?”
I nod. “I went and had lunch with her one day too. Her son, Bobby, told me about you getting him into motocross. He’s a tough kid.”
“That must have been awkward for you,” Eddie says, and I shake my head.
“No. I like Kate.” I smile. “And I’ve met Max too.” Eddie’s face turns red. I just smile big at him. “He’s a good guy, Eddie. And you learned sign for him, didn’t you?”
“I couldn’t understand him,” Eddie embarrassingly admits. “Those are the only ones you’ve met, right?”
“Not exactly.” I say. “I had your phone on me when Nick called. He had overdosed at your summer home, but don’t worry, he’s fine. I got him in rehab and I have been talking to child services. We thought we had lost you, man, so I’ve been working on getting Nick to come live with me.”
Eddie has tears in his eyes. “You were going to do that? He’s not your brother, James.”
“But he’s yours,” I say. I then add, “Although, since you’re starting to look better, I’m sure Nick would much rather come stay with you once you’re up on your feet again.”
“James…” Eddie looks at me with these serious eyes. “Kate, Max, and Nick… there the only ones you met, right?”
“Well-”
“Who?” he snaps.
“I went to see your dad,” I say, and he looks really pissed. “I met him and your brother Tommy briefly.”
“Why the fuck would you do that?” He asks.
“Eddie, listen…” I can hardly bring myself to say it, but I do, “they were telling me that you were dying. They were talking to me about taking you off life support and just letting you die until you stirred a while back. I just wanted to make sure he knew what was going on.”
“I’m sure he was worried,” Eddie says in this bitter tone that just screams sarcasm.
“He’s been following the story on the news,” I say, “I guess that’s his own way of showing he cares. I’m sorry about him, Eddie. He was a real tool. I know it’s none of my business, but what’s the deal with Tommy? It’s just… well, it seems like Tommy knows him better than the rest of you. Like he stuck around for Tommy or something.”
“Trust me,” Eddie says with his teeth gritted, “That just makes Tommy the unfortunate one. Stay away from them.”
“All right, all right,” I say and put my hand back on his shoulder. “I’m just glad you’re awake.” I lower my hand. Eddie’s eyes look like they’re getting heavy. “You don’t have to stay up for me, Eddie,” I say, and just like that he drifts off to sleep.
55
My phone goes off for what I believe is the ninth time since noon today. It’s Éclair, again. I send her to voicemail just as I have been doing all day. I am just not sure how to feel about Éclair right now. I have always thought of her as a friend –not just some business rival. And we have been sleeping together for God knows how long. Then Sylvia gets thrown into the mix, and I’m thinking about being in an actual relationship for the first time in my life –so Éclair complicates things there. Then there is the whole Ricardo Smith accusing her of trying to kill Eddie thing. A part of me even believe it. It’s a lot to try to piece together in my head. Is Éclair even capable of something so malice? I don’t want to think so, but it sure does look that way.
I’m sitting at home after a long day running around at the office, contemplating on whether or not to go back to the hospital to visit Eddie again. I had been there all morning before going into the office, and I had driven across town to visit him during my lunch break. I’m glad that he had been awake during my lunch break again. He looked so exhausted, and he had been drifting in and out of sleep the whole time –but he was awake, so that’s good. I’ll probably bring Sylvia to the hospital with me soon so that she can official meet him.
Once again, my phone starts going off. It’s Éclair again. I send her to voicemail. She’s probably going to get really pissed at me. I start to fix myself something to eat from my kitchen when there is a sudden knock on my door. I assume it’s Sylvia –no one else really ever pops in for unannounced visits. I go to answer the door, but I hesitate. Instead of just flinging it open, I check the peep hole. It’s Éclair. Geeze –she won’t get a clue! I don’t’ answer it. I pretend I’m not home. She stands outside the door for what feels like an eternity knocking. I just can’t talk to her right now –not when I’m trying to decide whether or not I believe Ricardo’s accusation.
“James?” she calls out, and I swear she sounds almost sad. Éclair never sounds sad. She never breaks down that tough exterior of hers. She always puts up a wall, and it makes it difficult to read her emotions. This time, maybe because she’s on the other side of a door, she is showing it quite clearly. I stand there, staring at the door –still unwilling to make it known that I am there. “I know you’re home. You weren’t at the hospital.” She says, “We need to talk. I know what this is about –why you’re being so distance. Just open the door. Please.”
I keep my mouth shut, and I feel like a real tool. Did she go all the way to the hospital to see if I was there? Now she’s here? She really is desperate to talk to me. I’ve never really seen this side of Éclair before. I just can’t bring myself to open the door. “James,” I hear her voice again, “You have to know that I would never hurt you. Or your brother. I wouldn’t. I care about you, James.”
She is making it really hard to not open that door. I just can’t move. I bite my lip, not wanting to say anything back. At least this way we can go on pretending that I never heard anything she is saying right now. There is a long pause before she continues. “And whatever is going on between you and that other woman you’re seeing… I respect that. I know I have just been writing it off as if it was nothing, but if it’s something more than that –that’s okay. I’ll back off. I just wish you would tell me. Tell me so I know. So I’ll stop because… because I don’t want to lose you James. I don’t want to do something that will make you hate me. Make you lose her. You’re my best friend. I know I’ve never said that, but it’s true. Would you please just open the damn door?”
I can’t. I can’t open the door. Not now. I hear her walking away, and I feel like shit. How could I just let her walk off like that? I just can’t trust her right now. I’ve never felt like that about her. It’s too damn confusing. A part of me wants to chase after her and apologize for being such an ass and to tell her she won’t ever lose me –to tell her she’s my best friend too, but I just can’t. Not today. Not now.
56
I think I’m starting to become a hermit. I have skipped out going to the office for the past two days –not a huge point in going anyways. Unless I’m at the hospital visiti
ng with Eddie, I am at home slumping around my flat. Sylvia has been really busy with work, and I’m still avoiding Éclair, so I’ve pretty much just been acting like a bum. The last two times I’ve gone to the hospital Eddie has slept through the entire visit. They let him try some Jell-O recently –the first semi-solid food he has had since his assault. It did not really work out, so he is back on an IV for his nutrition. Still, he is occasionally awake and alert, so that’s a good sign. It just kind of hurts to see him like that. The last visit I had had with him while he was actually awake had been rough. Turns out, the doctors had some fucking how missed a fucking spinal fracture –which would explain why Eddie was not able to feel his legs. When the doctor had hinted that being able to walk again was suddenly in question, Eddie had broken down.
Growing up, my dad had been one of those “boys don’t cry” kind of guys, and it had definitely rubbed off on Eddie and me. Seeing Eddie with that tear-soaked face and so full of agony had really screwed me up in the head. I’ve never seen that side of Eddie, and I don’t care to ever see it again. I had squeezed his shoulder and assured him that we were going to figure something out, and I could tell that he had appreciated the gesture before his latest dose of pain medications knocked him out again. It’s a weird feeling… I am finally really honestly and truly there for Eddie. We are talking in ways that we never had before. I would even dare say that we are close. The thing that is weird, or rather unsettling I should say, is that it took something like this to make us that way. It’s shameful, really.
My phone goes off. I am lying down on my couch under a large, thick blanket –being lazy as hell. I sigh. My phone had gotten tossed to the floor. I make a game of it –trying to reach the phone without actually getting up. I wind up in this awkward slouched position, my toe touching my phone, and I slide it towards me. It’s my lawyer, so I know I got to answer it. “What took you so long to answer your phone?” she snaps. She really hates me now after the little threesome I had with her lesbian ass and her bisexual wife.
“Sorry. I was a little… preoccupied. What’s up?” I ask.
“Mediation you fucking idiot!” she screams into the phone.
I jump up, sitting straight up in my seat, “Shit! That was today?”
“Yeah –it was!” she shouts, “You weren’t here, and the judge took it as a bad sign, dumbass. Now you’re going to have to go to court because I couldn’t get him to throw the lawsuit case out. He’s agreed to hear those idiot out.”
“Mother fucker!” I snap. “Damn it, Lillian, I’m sorry. I don’t know what got into me. I got my days mixed up.”
“I’ve been calling you for hours!” she screams. I had been asleep.
“Man… what are we going to do now?” I ask.
“Now I have to prepare a case. I mean, I wouldn’t freak yourself out or anything because this lawsuit is not going to hold any water, but now you’re going to be stuck with me for a while. I hope you’re happy.” She hisses.
“I’m so sorry.” I say, “How bad did I just fuck up?”
“It’s on the fucking news, shit-head. And the media is eating it up that you didn’t show up. It shouldn’t hurt your case any, but if the media keeps playing this shit it’s going to hurt your company.”
“I can’t keep my head on straight.” I say, and she picks up on the shrillness of my voice.
There is a long pause before she continues. “I get it, James.” Wow, my real name and not an insult. Progress. “I know you’re going through a rough time right now, but you have got to keep your head on straight.”
“I know. I know.” I say. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she says, her demeanor entirely different now. “We will figure this out. I will call you later.”
She hangs up, and I burry my face into my couch cushion and scream. What the fuck is wrong with me? I do not dare to turn on the news to see what they are saying about me. There is a knock on my door. I’m so mad at myself that I am more than happy to take it out on Éclair if she thinks she can just keep dropping by like this when she knows I don’t want to talk. She must be really desperate if she keeps walking up the stairs to knock on my door since you have to have a passcode on the elevator to reach this floor. I storm over to my door, ready to yell at her to leave me the hell alone. I fling it open, “Éclair, I swear-” there is a gun in my face. My stomach flips. Before I can react, the guy grabs hold of the collar of my shirt and pushes me back into my apartment, the gun at my forehead. It’s Tommy. I’m starting to think that this guy is Eddie’s evil twin. “Please, don’t shoot me,” I say, my voice shaky. He came storming into me so fast that I trip over my own feet mid-sentence and land on my ass in the middle of my den.
“Geeze, don’t be such a bitch,” he says and puts his gun away into his black biker jacket. “I was just worried you weren’t going to let me.”
“So you put a fucking gun to my face?” I snap and start to stand, he pushes me back over with a palm to my face, so I stay down on the ground. I try not to shake, but he’s got me pretty freaked out. He’s just a big question mark. I don’t know him. I don’t know what he’s here for or what he’s going to do.
He glances around and snorts. “Nice play. Eddie shacked up like this too?”
“Damn!” I hear a woman’s voice from my kitchen. I had been so freaked out by Tommy that I had not even realized he had brought someone with him. This skinny ass woman, also in a biker’s jacket, is snooping around in my kitchen. “This asshole’s got Gouda cheese in his fridge. I can’t even get you to buy me real cheddar. Fuck it. I’m making eggs.”
“You’re such a dumbass,” Tommy hisses her way as she proceeds to dig through my pots and pans to apparently make Gouda cheese covered eggs.
“Fuck you, Tommy. Why don’t we got a place like this?” she snaps. Tommy just rolls his eyes and then looks back at me. I know I still have this freaked out look on my face. He starts to say something, but the woman interrupts. “You boys want any?”
“Sure.” Tommy says with an eye roll. There is this long, awkward silence. He glares down at me, “You gonna answer her or are you gonna be a jackass?”
“Um…” I look back in my kitchen, “Yeah, sure… I guess…” I slowly make a second attempt at standing up, and he doesn’t knock me back over this time. “I’m sorry… but-”
Tommy waves his hand towards the kitchen, “Awe, sorry, my bad –yo, Becky, this is James, Eddie’s brother. That’s my wife, Becky.”
I awkwardly raise a hand and say, “Hi,” because what the fuck else am I supposed to say to some random bitch who prances into my home and starts making eggs while her husband waves a gun in my face? She thinks I don’t see her stuffing silverware in her jacket, but I do –but I’m not saying shit about it. I turn to look at Tommy. “I’m sorry, but why are you here?”
“I tried to go visit Eddie at the hospital, but those assholes wouldn’t let me back to see him.” Tommy said.
“Then why not just ask me to take him to see him instead of scaring the shit out of me!” I shout.
“Do you have milk?” I hear Becky ask from the kitchen.
“No, I don’t have any milk, bitch!” I snap, “Fucking make the eggs and take whatever fucking silverware you want. I don’t give a damn!”
Becky awkwardly removes the silverware from her jacket and lays it all on the counter as she finishes making the scrambled eggs. “Hey man, don’t call my wife a bitch.” Tommy shoves my arm, but he does so as though he is suddenly acting friendly.
I glare at him. “This is not how normal people act,” I say, and Tommy just laughs at me. This is by far the most ridiculous interaction I have ever had with anyone in my life.
Tommy holds up both of his hands, “All right, easy man. Simmer down. You’re right. I’m sorry. I just wanted to fuck with you, that’s all.”
“I’ll add your name to the visitation list at the hospital if you want to see Eddie,” I say, “But please, for the love of God, don’t go waving your gu
n around there just because you want to fuck around with someone.”
“Will do,” Tommy says with this grin that reminds me of Eddie. Tommy looks more like Eddie than any of them do.
Despite this terrible initial interaction, I wind up sitting down with Tommy and his weird-ass wife around my kitchen island enjoying the Gouda cheese coated eggs. It’s actually really good, and I think I might put Gouda cheese on my eggs more often. Tommy tells me that he and Eddie had only just recently met a few months ago. In fact, Tommy was in a somewhat similar boat as Eddie –he had no idea he had all of these other siblings out there. Ricardo had actually married Tommy’s mom and had somewhat raised him, but it sounded like Ricardo was rarely home growing up. Tommy’s mother had raised him in a motorhome out in Arizona up until he was twelve when she had thrown him off on Ricardo so as to enjoy her own personal drug habit, killing herself less than a year later. He had joined his father’s motorcycle gang when he turned sixteen, and he had always been afraid to leave it. “The others don’t know how lucky they are that their momma’s kept them away from him,” Tommy said eerily, and I couldn’t help but to think that he was alluding to some various forms of abuse he had likely experienced.
I am not going to say that Tommy seems like a nice guy because he doesn’t. He seems like an asshole, but he does seem to care about Eddie –that much I’ll give him. Becky, apart from being a complete and total kleptomaniac with personal space issues, does actually seem like a sweetheart after an hour of sitting around and talking to the two of them. By the time they are leaving, I’m not really sure what to think about either of them, but a small part of me is glad to have gotten the chance to talk to them. It’s weird. I really like Eddies’ family. I look at the time and decide to call Nick and see how he is doing in rehab. It’s the first time we’ve spoken since I left him there, and it’s a strange feeling that I have talking to him –the same feeling when I talk to Kate or Max or even Tommy. It’s like I have always known them. It’s a good feeling.
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