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  • Writer's pictureJulia Roscoe

A quick and sweet vendetta

Part 5

When the double doors finally opened, the surgeon had a proud smile on her face. “He’s going to be okay,” she said and the people in the waiting room cheered in relief.

Felicity hugged Aaron’s parents. “He’s so strong. I knew he’d be fine.”

Mrs. Gellar smiled at the girl, parents loved Felicity and how polite and sweet she was. “He’ll be glad you’re here,” she said and turned to the doctor, “When can we see him?”

Another half hour waiting. This time, Felicity’s worries weren’t about whether or not Aaron would make it. She was concerned about what he remembered, if he’d remember the smoke coming out of his hood, if he’d recall there was something wrong with his car before the truck came.

“He has a lot of injuries,” Felicity said to Maggie, although she was more thinking to herself than seeking her friend’s assurance. “He probably doesn’t remember anything.”

“What if he does?” Maggie asked, biting her nails.

Before she could answer, Mr. Gellar was back. “He wants to see you,” he told Felicity.

She swallowed hard, Maggie squeezed her hand – loyal to the end –, and she walked past the double doors she’d been staring at for the last God-knew-how-many hours. When Felicity walked in Aaron’s room, she had a fake smile on her face. Fake because she wasn’t sure why he wanted to see her, she could only think of one reason: he knew, he knew it was her fault, he’d seen her following him back on that road.

“Hey, Fee!” He smiled when he saw her. His body was covered in bandages, his left arm was in a cast and his skin color was so pale he looked like a ghost.

But a happy ghost.

Felicity sighed in relief, this time giving him a real smile.

Mrs. Gellar petted her son’s good arm and said, “I’ll get something to eat.”

“How are you feeling?” Felicity asked and walked to the foot of Aaron’s bed.

“Tired. But I’ll live,” he joked, as if this was just another one of his football injuries. “I heard you’re the one who called the emergency.”

Felicity froze, this was it: he was putting two and two together and realizing she was to blame.

“I guess I owe you my life now.” Aaron winked playfully, as he used to do with her all the time when they were still together.

“Aaron, what do you remember?” Felicity didn’t want to push him, but she had to know.

“Hum, I remember we went to Rufus with Pete and Sandra.” He frowned his eyebrows together, trying to think. “I remember what we did in the car later when I dropt you off.” He winked at her again, this time more flirtatiously. “But nothing after that.”

This “accident” had turned out better than Felicity could ever hope for. That evening at Rufus’s diner had happened one week ago, back when everything was fine between them. Before Aaron had broken up with her.

“I’m glad you’re okay, babe,” Felicity said to him. She moved closer and gave in a kiss on the lips.

Yes, things had turned out much better than expected.


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