Re: Gatsby: Clementine/Jude
"I wonder if I got one of those storage units folks talked about when we got sent here. I never did get a chance to look. You check for me?" she asked hopefully. The hotel had dumped her into zombies without a lick of anything, and she thought it would be nice to have something put by. She knew her daddy wouldn't be in there, waiting and set to fix any problem she might have. It was real late in her life, at nearly thirty, to be worrying about standing on her own two feet, but she'd never had to think on it before. If she wanted something, there was always plenty, and that was that.
Whatever the reason Graham was welcome in the big old house Jude had been telling her about for months, that didn't matter a whole lot. It only mattered he was welcome, and wondered if she'd have any luck asking Jude to move to wherever Graham was settling. Probably not, but it was worth considering. Or maybe Jude and Graham would have a real nice talk that resulted in Graham staying put in that big old house, at least for a spell. She wasn't fretting. She was too numb for fretting, and she made real sure to take that pretty bottle off the nightstand when the nurses came running.
The kiss to her forehead made her close her eyes, all trusting and wishing there wasn't this mess with Alex and Chloe that left her wary.
With the nurses' help, she settled into the wheelchair with a groan that was all aching bones and bruises. The hospital gown was warm and fabric, and it was the cleanest thing she'd seen in months. She knew she looked a fright, even without a mirror. She could feel all the places swollen, and she almost told him she'd pretty again, once all those bruises went from dark and angry to yellowing. Moving probably wasn't the brightest idea, but she wanted the softest bed the world over, and she was real sure Jude had just the thing.
She took his hand and squeezed his fingers. "I love you, honey."