Desertion

“Just come. Let me show you. Show you what I live with.” It suddenly becomes more than showing her so she knows, but showing her so she understands why I keep pushing and pulling.

“Okay, Jesse. But just so you know, nothing you could show me would change my mind.” She sits on the bed and puts her shoes back on. I don’t reply, just quietly wonder if she’ll be saying that when we get there. Every time she gives a little more of herself, a part of me wonders if it could be different. The only way to know is to find out if she really will be okay with what I have done.

Why it matters, I don’t know.

I’ll never be okay with what I’ve done. Why would she?

“What are we doing here?” she asks thirty minutes later when I cut the engine of my bike.

I look around the quiet parking lot of the Rehabilitation Center but don’t go into detail.

“Just come,” I say, needing her to see, rather than be told. She nods and follows me to the main entrance.

“Hey Betty.” I smile to the older nurse behind the reception desk and sign both Bell and I in.

“Ahhh, Mr. Carter, how are you, dear?” She returns my smile before looking over at Bell. “And who do we have here today?”

“Hi, I’m Bell.” Bell steps forward and waves her fucking cute wave. Jesus, everything she does is cute.

“Oh, she’s a pretty one, Jesse. She your girlfriend?”

“No,” I say, looking over at Bell for a reaction. We haven’t labeled our fuck-slash-friendship relationship. I’ve never had someone to call my woman. Never wanted to either. Even if Bell makes me want things I shouldn’t have, I’m not about to claim her now for the sake of Betty.

“Mmmh,” Betty murmurs and I ignore her as I hand over the visitor log.

“How is he doing today?” I ask, aware Betty will know. I’ve been coming everyday the last three weeks. I’m familiar with all the nurses and know his schedule, but sometimes, he can be up, while other times he will be down.

“He had a bad night with pain last night. He might perk up now that you’re here.” I nod, take Bell’s hand and guide her down the corridor to Co

“What are we doing here, Jesse?” she stops and asks before I can push open the door.

“I need to show you what I’m responsible for. What I live with every day.” She doesn’t get it right now, but she will.

“Okay, Jesse,” She nods and I turn the handle and push open the door.

The room is dark. A small amount of light comes from the bathroom to the left of the room. I know he’s probably sleeping and he hates being woken, but I’ve had the balls to bring Bell today, so I’m not backing out now.

“You awake, Co

“What the fuck do you want, asshole?” he yawns, shifting his head into the pillow.

“Language, fucker. You’ve got a visitor.” I look down at Bell, watching her take in the room.

“Umm, hi. I’m Bell.” Bell steps forward when Co

“The fuck, Jesse? Some notice when you bring in ladies, asshole,” he says, then looks back to check out Bell. I don’t blame him. Bell is fucking hot, but I second-guess my decision to bring her here when I see the glint in the asshole’s eye.

“Co

“Nice to meet you, Bell.” He smiles a crooked smile and tries to extend his good arm out. It takes a few tries before he is able to extend it all the way. Bell steps forward and takes his hand in hers.

“You too, Co

“What are you doing here, asshole?” Co

“Just in the area.” I shrug, not prepared to tell him I brought in Bell to show her what an asshole I am.

“And you thought you would bring in a pretty lady to stare at the freak.” Co

“Oh, God. No. We would never,” Bell gasps, not understanding Co

“I’m just fucking with you, Bell.” Co

“Quit looking at her, fucker,” I grumble under my breath, but I know he heard me.

“So, Bell, what are you doing with this asshole?” Co

“He kind of dragged me,” she sasses, and she’s right. I dragged her, but only for her own good.

“Of course he did.” Co

“I’m a nurse.”

“Jesus, Jesse. You brought me a hot nurse. Do you hate me that much?” At his dig, my smile falls away, and I can’t help but hate myself a little more. “Take a joke, Jesse.” He laughs at my reaction so I force a chuckle.

“Don’t mind him, Bell, he’s got some misplaced guilt when it comes to me. I just like fucking with him,” Co

“I think I’m getting that,” Bell murmurs and looks up at me.

“But he’s wrong.” He shakes his head, getting pissed off. “He has nothing to feel guilty about. Fucking life happens. Shit happens, man.”

“Can I ask what happened?” Bell steps closer to the bed.

“Afghan, ‘07.” He describes it like one might reminisce about a summer vacation. “Our convoy took a hit. Lost one leg that day, been fighting for the other ever since.” Co

Co

Bell doesn’t react, just nods and pulls up a chair next to the bed.

“Thank you for your service,” she finally says after a few minutes, and I realize this excursion is not going to end how I thought. I should have known better. A woman like Bell, even after everything she has been through, she wouldn’t turn away from this. From me.

“You did this then?” She looks up at me, not holding back.

“It was my fault, yes.”

“The fuck it was,” Co

“You did this or you didn’t, Jesse. What is it?” Bell asks again.

“What the fuck have you been telling people, Carter?” Co

“I’m the reason he’s in this hospital,” I tell them.

“How?” Co

“No.”

“You set out that day to blow us up?”

“Fucking hell, Co

“Explain to me how this is your fault?”

“You never wanted any of this. You begged me, Co

“Jesse, we’ve been over this. I wasn’t thinking straight.” Co

“Besides, you see me moping around?” he fires and he’s right. I just don’t get his fucking upbeat attitude. I escaped with a fractured ankle and a shattered tibia, which ultimately ruined my career, but I can still live a normal life. Co

“Jesse.” Bell comes back into the conversation but I know what she’s going to say. I just don’t need to hear it.

“I need some air. Be back.” I move to the door. I see Bell stand but I don’t want her around me.

“Don’t, Bell,” I warn, not looking back.

“Leave him, Bell.” I hear Co