With This Heart (28 page)

“
Beck!” I hissed, pointing toward the light, fearing it was about to flicker out.

“
I see it, too,” he spoke into my ear, and we stood there completely mesmerized. It looked like a soft glow of a lantern in the distance, except it was a sphere shape. It bounced and moved around the horizon line until it faded away after a few moments. My eyes were huge when I turned to Beck. “Holy crap! That’s so cool!”

“
We missed it!” Izzie cried. She and Tom were taking turns sipping from the champagne bottle and Drew was standing a few yards back with his arms crossed. His constipated expression said it all.

“
They’ll be back, you just have to wait. That one didn’t last as long as they usually do,” he huffed, as if he thought we weren’t deserving of the Light’s presence. I tried to give him a small smile, but he wouldn’t look in my direction.

We waited. All five of us stood at the edge of the porch in a line. No one said a word for fear that we would lose focus. I leaned into Beck, frustrated with my burning eyes. They were probably just dry from the desert air, but I tried to blink away the pain and focus on the night spread out before me.

If you’ve ever tried to see a shooting star, it felt a lot like that. You know, statistically speaking, that you’re bound to see one eventually. You just have to be patient and wait it out.

“
There!” Izzie called suddenly, pointing out to the left. My gaze flickered over and I spotted them right away. This time there were three dancing lights, flickering brighter than the first one we’d seen. We all shouted gleefully and watched them with sharp focus. They lingered longer than the first group had, growing in size and then dwindling to nothing.

The truth is, I didn’t care what they were: headlights, UFOs, a mirage caused from the temperature gradients in the desert. They moved on a backdrop of black sky, pulling my attention and stimulating a part of my mind that rarely got used in adulthood: wonderment. True amazement in the fact that I had no clue why they were there.

…

The campsite was quiet when we returned. Beck had to use the flashlight on his phone to lead us through the tents. The desert air had finally chilled and I was happy to be in the warmth of the teepee when we stepped inside and tied the flap.

“
Are you okay, Abby?” Beck asked with a concerned frown.

I was wondering how long I had until he asked me that question. I’d been quiet on the way home, fearing the worst but trying to stay calm about how sick I felt. Maybe it was just the flu. I didn’t want Beck to worry though.

“
I feel fine, just thinking about things,” I lied, bending down toward my bag. I couldn’t ignore my heavy heart, but I didn’t want Beck to catch on. I shoved my clothes aside and retrieved one of the condom wrappers from the box.

Beck’s eyebrow arched when he saw what I was reaching for, but he didn’t say a word.

“
Do you think this will be the last night of our trip?” I asked quietly as a melancholy feeling surrounded us. Beck’s frown deepened.

“
We should probably head back to Dallas tomorrow. I’m not sure how long we can put off real life,” he answered, staring at my scar peeking out from my dress. I swallowed and tried to push my fever aside. If we were going home tomorrow then I couldn’t let our last night go to waste. The magic that clung to us on this road trip would be wiped clean the moment we stepped foot in Dallas. Home represented decisions. Decisions that weighed me down so much that I could hardly breathe. I wasn’t ready to face them yet.

With small steps, I moved to Beck and wrapped my hands around his neck.

“
Then let’s make it count,” I whispered as my finger trailed along the back of his hair. Before he could answer, I pulled two towels off a shelf and tugged Beck out of the teepee and over to the outdoor showers. There was a chance that people were still awake in the camp, but we’d be quiet. I looked back to see the sinful grin spread across Beck’s lips.

“
Are you leading me where I think you’re leading me?” he asked.

I shrugged and threw him a smug smile.

The showers were empty when we walked inside. The rock wall was more than enough privacy from the rest of the world. Without a word, I stepped into one of the big stalls and started to unzip the back of my dress.

I turned to see Beck watching me as he pulled his shirt off over his head. He dropped it on a bench beside him and I let myself marvel at the sharp contours of his chest longer than usual. I didn’t want to rush, not when we’d never get this night back.

The night we saw the Marfa lights.

The night I told him I loved him as he stepped closer and helped me unzip my dress.

“
I know, Abby,” he answered with a whisper, and then tugged my dress over my head. “I love you, too.” We stood there, taking each other in, and then Beck reached behind me to twist the shower head to warm. Icy cold water shot out onto my back and I squealed, throwing myself into Beck’s arms.

“
Sorry,” Beck smiled into my hair, holding me against his warm body. I closed my eyes and inhaled his scent. I wished I could have bottled it up; Beck mixed with the campground and fresh air.

When he reached down to kiss me, it didn’t feel rushed. It was slow and intimate. And when he pressed me back against the stone wall, he held my weight so that the rocks didn’t scrape my back. We murmured I love you under the stars, and the water dripped down around us as he thrust into me with such sweetness that I couldn’t hold the weight of my body up any longer. I let Beck lead us, and when I had that blissful orgasm in the shower of El Cosmico, I cried because I thought it might be the very last time.

I didn’t wake up that next morning.

My worst fear, and yet the one thing I’d spent the least amount of time worrying about over the past few months, had been realized. My body was rejecting my heart transplant. The moment my fever spiked in the hotel room, I knew in the back of my mind that something was wrong, but I didn’t let the idea fester. I pushed it aside and hoped for the best. And instead of turning to head home and getting treatment when I should have, I’d put my entire life in jeopardy and now faced an unknown fate.

There were voices talking, I could hear them through my haze, and yet they still seemed so far away.

“
I can’t believe you two went all the way to Marfa. What were you thinking? There’s not a proper medical facility for miles. What if the ambulance hadn’t gotten there in time?” my mother asked. Who was she talking to? I tried to pry my eyelids open, but they felt like lead weights. I could feel my fingers moving and I wiggled my toes so that the soft hospital sheet tickled the tips of them.

“
Oh! She’s awake! Nurse!” my mother called, and I tried to pry my eyes open again. This time a thin shaft of light appeared through my lids. I heard hurried footsteps as what I assumed to be the nurse ran into the room. The power controls of my bed cranked to life and my upper body began tilting upward. When was the last time I’d sat up?

Finally, I could blink my eyes open. It seemed like gravity had less of a hold on them now that I was sitting up.

I kept blinking, trying to adjust to the bright light of the room.

He was the first thing I saw.

Beck.

Sitting at the foot of my bed with crazy hair and bags under his eyes. He looked like he’d survived the zombie apocalypse. When our eyes met, he visibly sighed and ran a hand through his hair. I wanted him to move closer.

“
Abby, I’m so happy you’re awake, honey. How do you feel?” my mom asked, filling my vision with her brown curly hair.

“
She’s probably not feeling too well,” the nurse answered for me. I cast her an appreciative glance. She was older than my mom, with a no-nonsense ponytail and kind eyes. “I’ve put you on quite a heavy cocktail, Abby, so please try to relax. If you need anything, just press the call button for me, sweetie.”

I nodded gently and tried to clear my throat. It was dry and crackly.

“
I’ll go get you some water, hold on,” my mom called as she dashed out of the room. The second she was gone, I shifted toward Beck and expected him to jump up to kiss me, but he was keeping his distance. Why was he keeping his distance?

“
Beck,” I croaked. My voice sounded like I’d been smoking three packs a day for fifty years. But it worked; Beck hopped up and came toward me. He sat next to my body and laid his hand over mine. I couldn’t discern his expression, and for some reason that seemed more troubling than my failing heart.

“
I’m so…” he paused, looking down to our hands, “so sorry.”

His guilt was written across every single feature. His eyebrows sagged, his mouth frowned, and his hazel eyes held angry tears that he fought to contain.

“
No, no, Beck,” I started to argue, but then my mom came back with some ice chips and water. Her eyes landed on us sitting on the bed and her brows furrowed. I guess her opinion of Beck had changed since they’d last met. Did she blame him? He hadn’t done anything wrong. It was my fault that I didn’t take better care of my health.

“
I’ve got to run home and shower.” Beck peeled his hands away from mine and stood off the bed. I didn’t have time to protest. “And my dad wants to see me, so…”

I followed his body as he walked around my bed, past my mom, and through the hospital room door. My hand lay bereft on the sterile sheet.

“
You need to rest. Drink some water and try to sleep,” my mom said as she hushed me against my pillows.

Sleep. Sleep sounded heavenly. Sleep meant I didn’t have to worry about life or the fact that my hero had just walked out of mine.

I slept off and on over the next two days, and when I woke up, Beck wasn’t there. My mom was doing a crossword puzzle in the corner and the second my eyes opened, she hopped up off the chair and came over to sit with me.

To her credit, she asked me all of the necessary questions before laying into me about my carelessness and lack of responsibility concerning my health. I listened to her and nodded, agreeing with her completely. She was right after all. I couldn’t rely on my mother to take notes for me any longer. I wanted to know everything about my illness. There was always the possibility that my body could reject Colby’s heart, but I couldn’t skip appointments anymore. My life would just have to fit around them.

The rest of my day was a blur of various doctors running tests and discussing my treatment plans.

“
We’ve adjusted your medications and your body is no longer attacking your heart. However, we need you to stay for an extended period so that we can take routine biopsies,” my cardiologist explained when I asked how much longer I needed to be hospitalized. It was a vague answer and I had no way to gauge my plans for the future.

I kept expecting Beck to visit that day, but the later it became, the more I realized he probably wasn’t going to show. My phone sat on the bedside table, blank and foreboding.

“
Mom, do you think you could bring me a journal when you come back tomorrow?” I asked as she packed her stuff to head home to be with my father. I didn’t mind having to stay in the hospital by myself at night; it felt good to have a little privacy.

“
Sure thing. I’ll bring it with me in the morning.”

She kissed my forehead and stroked my hair back away from my face.

“
I’m really sorry about everything,” I told her, trying to erase some of the anger she was harboring toward Beck and I.

…

The next morning, my mother brought me a journal and I spent the first half of the morning writing down every detail of my trip with Beck. There were so many details that I didn’t want to forget about. I wanted to record each event so they would always be vivid memories I could flip back to and read again and again.

When I paused around lunch time to shake out my hand, my mom looked up from her crossword. “How about we try to head down to the cafeteria for lunch? I think it would be good for you to stretch your legs and we can take it slow.”

A part of me wanted to say no in case Beck stopped by and found my room empty, but she was right. I needed to get out of this hospital room and move my achy bones. We took the wheelchair just in case, but I didn’t end up needing it until the return trip. I’d almost made it back when a wave of fatigue hit me all at once.

“
Sit down, sit down. There’s no rush,” My mom insisted. I sank into the chair gently and she patted my shoulder as she rolled me down the hallway. When we approached my room, I saw Beck standing outside of my door. He looked painfully handsome leaning against the wall with his baseball cap on. His lips were a rosy red and a tan still lingered on his skin, making his greenish hazel eyes look even more mesmerizing. But there was something off about him, less life behind his expression. The Beck that I’d seen on the road trip was long gone. He’d been replaced by the shadow of that person and I couldn’t figure out why.

Was it guilt that ate away at him?

“
Hi,” I smiled meekly as my mom rolled me closer. All of sudden I felt self-conscious about sitting in the chair. I crossed my hands over my lap and adjusted my hospital gown so that it covered more of my legs.

“
Hey, Abby Mae,” he answered with a ghost of his usual tone. My mom stopped pushing me forward when we reached my door, but before she could sneak around, Beck started to help me stand up.