Divorced! Now what?
Chapter 89

Bethany POV

It has been nearly six weeks since the accident, and I still do not remember it or Theo, but I am willing to get to know him. He seems to be kind, and he has shown he cares deeply for me. I wish I could remember what we had for him to be so attentive to me. Hank said to be patient; it would come in time. I had been awake for just over two weeks, and still, my mind had huge holes in it. Kitty has been coming to help me shower each day. My muscles have taken forever to strengthen. I still feel like a weak kitten, and my head feels like a watermelon. It feels way too heavy for my neck to support my head, and I often can't hold it up for more than a few hours, needing to rest all the time. It is so frustrating.

Dad brought me my laptop from my office so I could work on my research on the new heart I am building. Now that I can stay awake for a few hours after my shower and physio, I am so exhausted afterward that I sleep for about two hours before I can work on my laptop now that my cast is off. I usually get a little work done before Theo arrives, but today, he seems to be a little earlier than usual.

You see, after Theo finishes his day's work, he comes back to me. He has a bed next to mine and refuses to return to our place until I leave with him. What surprises me is that Robson is okay with us both living here. Something else is going on outside here. I barely watch television. Sports day is when Dad or Hank is there, and we watch it together. Tomorrow is Sunday, and we are having another sports day, but here. Hank has Kitty making us some pies, and by the sounds of it, this wing is going to get noisy with our screaming at the screen. I am looking forward to it; it is a semi-normal day when I can scream at the screen along with those around me. I hope to stay away for the whole game.

Theo arrived early; he had a big smile on his face and a hint of hope. He lifted the bags in his hands, his smile broadening. He had brought some takeaway that he would heat up after we had had some time in the pool. Two days ago, he started taking me to the pool after work, and we would do laps. I cannot swim yet, but I can do walks up and down the pool, with Theo walking a few laps beside me before he swims some laps of his own and then hovering around me again to encourage me to keep going. When I am done, he helps me out and dries me with such loving care that his eyes never lose their sparkle. You can tell he loves helping me and keeps hoping I will remember him soon; it hurts to see how disappointed he is when I still cannot remember what we had, only a warm feeling inside of me that said he was something to me.

He was disappointed; his eyes dimmed a little before he brightened again. I still have huge gaps in my memory. I can remember being a good doctor and being at the top of my research field; I no longer live at home, and something tells me that I have not lived there for a while. I have not seen the rest of my family, so I have no idea what is going on with them. I was hoping to see my brother again. I was close to him in a way. He said he liked both girls and guys and wanted a triple. Whatever floats your boat, I never judge anyone for their preference as a doctor. I have seen all sorts of relationships, and if it works for them, all the better; life is short enough without putting barriers out there, and if they have a different family life, so be it. I am for happy people in loving relationships. 'Afternoon, sweetheart, you ready for a swim?' He had placed the food in the microwave and brought back two towels; before I had even answered, he started to get changed. We are going to the pool. I saved the work I had done and started climbing off the bed; before my feet even touched the ground, Theo was there, ready to catch me if I fell; he was trying hard not to grab me. I could tell he wanted to, but I think Hank had told him to let me try everything on my own, and if I failed, then he could offer to help; it was killing him not to take charge.

Once I was steady on my feet, Theo helped me change. I felt like a child, having him hold the shorts for me to step into, my hand on his shoulder for balance, my arms still did not like to be raised above my head, and my balance was still shot. Still, somehow, Theo never made this part seem like a chore; he was so patient with me, just like you would with a small child as they learned to dress themselves. But I was not a small child, and if he were not such a large, strong man, he would not be able to hold my weight and keep me steady like he does. It is these little things that he does, like when my shorts were on, he pulled me closer to him and kissed my exposed belly before standing to help put on a shirt. After he pulled the oversize shirt over my head, he kissed my nose, and all these little things made me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

Theo sat me in the wheelchair, knowing I would complain if he tried to carry me, and wheeled me into the pool area, which was empty. Theo must have checked with the staff to make sure no therapy sessions were on. He helped me out of the wheelchair and lowered me into the pool. I was still not able to climb into the pool or use the stairs, and jumping or diving in would not work either. I would not be able to cope with the impact of the water.

Theo walked beside me as I started my trek down the length of the pool. The pool was on one level, so I did not need to worry about getting water over my head or worrying about the small slop into the deep end. He held my hand like we were going for a stroll, which we were, but that was so weird.

'Did you have a great day?' He starts, trying to break the silence that often happens in the pool, not that it is a bad silence as we both concentrate on what we are doing. Well, I am; he is just casually walking beside me. His eyes were watching me closely, and I thought if I looked like I was going to falter, he would be there for me before my head went under the water, knowing that, at the moment, I did not want to have my head wet; I was struggling with that part of my body enough already.

'Yeah, Kitty came and gave me a bath. It was nice instead of a shower, lying in the warm water, and soaking for a while. She put some bubbles in. I smiled as I thought of that and loved that Kitty and I were getting along so well. She was acting less like a nurse and more like a mother would, and if I were with Theo, then she would be a mother to me.

'That is nice. Mum loves coming here to spend time with you and get to know you better! We had completed a lap of the pool. Theo must have been satisfied with my progress as he took off to do a few laps in the pool. I watched his body glide through the water, his effortless strokes making me slightly jealous; something told me we used to swim together, a glimpse of memory, but it was fleeting and was gone before I could completely grab hold of it.

When I managed to walk four lengths of the pool, Theo helped me out and dried me off before helping me into the wheelchair and back to our room.