Chapter 4

Devon woke up to see Mark and a lady standing close to his bed, they were talking in low voices. He kept his eyes shut as he tried to figure out how long he has been asleep. He was usually a light sleeper so the anesthesia must be the reason he slept for so long. His motto is Sleep is for the lazy. The pain in his leg was not so much anymore.

Initially, when he was brought to the hospital he had not wanted to have surgery he had requested pain killers and a massage. The doctor had told him he needs surgery but he refused. It had to take the pain in his legs increasing for him to agree to sign the surgery consent paper. if he had known he wouldn't have been stubborn and just signed the paper as soon as he was asked to.

"He will be up soon he doesn't sleep much "

he heard Mark say to the lady whom he assumed was either a doctor or a nurse she wasn't wearing any uniform so he couldn't tell.

"I hope he gets better real quick, he does not like to sit in one place."

Mark continued.

Devon tried to open his eyes wider to see the lady properly but his eyes were still heavy and unclear so he couldn't make out her proper face.

But from her physic, she seems like a pretty lady.

"Should I try waking him up?" Mark asked

"No, there is no need for that" the lady replied

"I just wanted to let you know that I am the one assigned to him I can talk to him tomorrow before he gets discharged"

The lady said. Oh, she is his nurse for the next three months. He thought.

"Okay if you say so," Mark replied

"Okay Mark I will see you tomorrow I have to go now," she said

"Alright, Laura," Mark replied

Wow they are already on a first-name basis when did they meet that they already call each other by their name Davon thought mentally rolling his eyes

Mark that sly old man. He can warm his way into anyone's heart.

"Mark,"

Devon found himself saying. He saw no reason to prolong the meet up if she is the one he is gonna be spending the next three or four months with he might as well get to meet her now. He was a naturally friendly and accommodating person so unless she is a big-time bitch he doesn't see himself being uncomfortable with her

"Oh, you are up Dev nice."

"Yeah, I am up how long have I been sleeping?"

"Let's see, about four hours," Mark replied

Hi Mr. Williams I am nurse Laura."

the nurse said when Devon turned to her

Really? she calls Mark who is almost two times his age by his name and calls him Mr. Williams

"Hi, Laura, I am Devon you can call me Dev but never Mr. Williams," he said.

She seems to blush at what he said and Devon decided that he liked her she seems innocent and friendly

But you never know he thought to himself.

"Nice to meet you Devon as you may have already figured out, I am the nurse who is gonna take care of you till your legs heal. I just came to say hello."

Devon was kind of surprised but he didn't let it show must, ladies, he came across always blush and talk to him in cute voices. She seems immune to his presence as if she doesn't give two f*cks about who he is.

"Anyway, Devon, Mark, I have to go now I will see you both tomorrow,"

she said turning to leave the room.

"Which way are you going I can drop you off on my way,"

Mark said stopping her movement out of the room.

"No, there is no need for that as I have to stop by the departmental stores to get some stuff." She explained.

Devon felt left at for some reason so he just kept quiet and watched them talk. After few minutes Laura turned and waved goodbye and left the room.

"You could have been nicer to her Young man, you made her uncomfortable and that's not good for the both of us as she will be living with you for three straight months." Mark scolded as soon as the nurse left. And Devon stared in confusion.

"Wait I don't understand Mark I was nice she is just a shy girl."

"Really? What was that about the don't call me Mr? Williams stuff?"

"Mark" don't scold me I am not feeling fine. And besides, she didn't seem uncomfortable to me." Devon added he didn't notice her discomfort

"You, son need to be nice to her not every woman will be comfortable when you talk to them as if they are not welcomed." Mark continues to cold him

"Dad, You and I both know that I am super friendly, maybe it is the aftermath of the surgery that is making me cracky or the whole situation itself I promise I will be nicer tomorrow," Dev said laughing mildly.

He usually calls Mark "dad" when he feels like it. Or when he wants to get himself out of wrongdoing.

"I understand Dev," Mark replied

See it works every time. He thought smiling. He tried lifting his leg a little and pain shot through him. He shouted and Mark rushed to him

"Ouch!! That was painful how am I supposed to move my leg or turn Mark I don't wanna be like this."

"Sorry, Dev you will be fine. Just try to stay still for a little longer."

"Easier said than done." Dev mused.

He was not someone that cries often he cries sometimes but not always but this time he felt like crying. Here he was been confined to a place. All his plans were placed on hold. All because of one mistake. Though Mark has told him not to blame himself he couldn't help but feel that way. This happened cuz of him. If he had just stayed in his studio or even his apartment last night he would have woken up this morning dressed up and be in his studio recording music or writing a new song.

No matter how he tried not to blame himself he couldn't help it.

" it's all my fault." He said out loud.

"I have told you before son it is no fault of yours. It's not like you went driving when you were drunk, you were in your house. Shit happens sometimes, it's how well we handle it that matters. Mark said.

But Devon was not convinced.

"Just look on the bright side, Devon. You get to sit and write cool songs, songs that will be a hit when they are released."

"That's what you say, Mark, you are not the one stuck in a wheelchair," Devon responded closing his eyes to keep the tears away. It's didn't work cuz he felt the tears getting out anyway.

"Son, it's okay to be sad but don't dwell too much on it because it will pass soon. Whatever you are feeling now will soon be history."

Devon reopened his eyes wiped his tears and stared at Mark with questioning eyes.

"What?" Mark asked

"So how did it go with the letting my fans know and all?"

"Oh, that, the letter has not yet been sent we thought it would be nice if you are the one to write the letter. A handwritten letter from you will be better than a company made." Mark explained.

"Yeah, Mark, I agree so if you can give me and pen and paper and also maybe help me sit up then I can write it now," Devon responded

This is one of the many reasons he liked Mark and respect him a lot he always knows what Dev will prefer. He was sure Mark was the one that brought up the ideal.

"Paper and pen here, but the problem is how am I gonna lift you when only your upper body seems to be bigger than my whole body?"

"Dad, are you trying to say I am fat?* Devon asked with mock annoyance

" You and I both know that's not what I am saying," Mark said laughing.

"Should I try and see if I will find any of the doctors or nurses on night duty to help you?" He asked.

"No way, I will try to get up myself. Just keep the paper and pen close to me when I can get up I will write the letter, you can pick it up tomorrow. It's late you should be home with your family."

"You are my family too and I already told Eva that I am spending the night with you. She was the one that parked what I will need for the night. She didn't want you to be alone. She said she will not let me in if I come back." Mark explained

"So don't think of persuading me to leave cuz that means I will sleep in the car." He added.

"Oh, but didn't you ask the nurse where she was going a few minutes ago? You said you will drop her off on your way.

Devon questioned though he already knew the answer to that.

" I would have dropped her off and come back here," Mark replied moving over to the sofa in the room and getting ready for bed.

"So, dear you are stuck with me, and mind you, I snore." He added with an evil smile.

"I don't mind," Devon said trying to sit up a little.

If he couldn't see his fans or perform for them then he can at least write a good love letter to them.

After many attempts and a few ouches and ahh he finally sat up. He looked at Mark with a look of triumph. And Mark clapped.

Devon smiled picked up the paper and pen and started writing.

He looked up a few minutes later to see that Mark had fallen asleep the old man must be tired cuz he has been moving up and down since 3 am today when Devon had told the paramedic to call him. Devon will forever be grateful to Mark. For all his efforts and commitment. He will make it up to him by trying his best to focus on healing and making the most of the situation he found himself in.

Since life gave him lemon he is gonna find a way to make lemonade, out of it.

"I can do this," he said to himself and continued writing.