Once at the ER…John filled out all the papers for me…and then went with me down to x-ray…I said, "John, why won't anyone tell me where Mark is?" John said, "I suspect they don't want you getting upset sweet heart…they just want you to stay as calm as possible." I said, "Upset about what though? What the hell happened…don't they realize the longer they don't tell me the more upset I get…"
John patted my hand and said, "Now, c'mon sugar, just stay calm…I know you're upset about Mark…but you've got to give them some time…" I said, "Time for what though…what happened?" John said, "It ain't my place to tell you beautiful…just lay still so these techies can get your facial x-ray taken…they need to know if you're cheek bone is broken, cracked, or chipped…Cause if it is…you'll need surgery."
I said, "I've never had surgery before…will it hurt?" John said, "Ah hell no…they will just put you to sleep…do the work and when you wake up…you look like something the mummy coughed up." I giggled a little and John said, "See that's my sugar…keep that smile for me…well unless they tell you not to." I said, "Thanks for coming with me John."
John laughed and said, "Hell…I'd rather be in the X-ray lab with a beautiful woman…then stuck in my hotel with Ron…he doesn't have nearly as sexy legs as you do sweetie." I giggled again…John just kept a hold of my hand…and was rubbing his thumb across the back of my knuckles…trying to keep me calm.
I was laying on a flat board waiting for the x-ray tech to check the film to make sure he got a good clean shot…and I looked over and John…and tears started sliding down my cheeks and I said, "John…Please tell me…Please…I have to know…What happened to Mark?" John stood up and over me and wiped my tears away and he said, "Now…girl I can't tell you that…I'm not a doctor…as much as I'd like to tell you…I can't…"
I sat up and just cried hard…I said, "I just want Mark to be okay…John…I love him so much…I just want him to be okay." John picked me up and carried me back to my ER room…and I held on and cried the whole time…John sat me back on the bed…a few minutes later the doctor came in and told me, that my cheek was fine…it was just going to be swollen like most black eyes…and it would be okay in a few days…
Anyways…I finally cried myself to sleep worrying about Mark…I didn't have a clue what the hell was going on…and no one was telling me anything…The next morning…I had taken a shower and put, levis, and a tank top on…cause Trish had gotten into mine and Mark's hotel room and got me some clothe…I left my hair down…and pulled on some socks and tenny shoes…and was getting ready to leave.
Glenn walked into the room and said, "Erin…Come with me really fast." I said, "Oh man…what now?" Glenn said, "Just c'mon."
I rolled my eyes and followed him down the hallway.
We turned the corner to the waiting room and there was Mark standing there with his arm in a sling…I was frozen in my tracks…I just looked at him and he stared down at me…and he said, "Are you okay?" I said, "Yea…I guess I am…By the looks of it you're not." Mark said, "No honey…I'm not…but I'll live…that little bastard has horrible aim…and next time he shoots someone bigger then him, he should really learn how to shoot better then that."
I had tears sliding down my cheeks and said, "Wow…I guess it's something I could always tease you about…getting shot by your own gun…" Mark said, "Yea…it is kind of funny…" I said, "So where did he get you…shoulder or arm?" He said, "Shoulder…I've never been shot before…it hurts like hell…I was close to wetting my pants when the doc pulled the bullet out and cleaned it with alcohol…I made Glenn stay with me."
I looked at Glenn and he nodded and said, "Mark is usually not such a big pussy…but for some reason when he goes to the hospital he becomes a huge cry baby…worse then the kiddies down in pediatrics…" I walked over and sat in a chair and said, "Mark…it's not funny…It's not even remotely amusing…you could have been killed…what the hell am I supposed to do without you." Mark said, "Hell, honey you get yourself another body guard." I said, "I don't give a shit about my body guard…I care about you…I care about Mark Callaway…Mark I didn't know how I felt when we started seeing each other and after all the crap that unfolded last night…"
Mark came over and squatted down in front of me…he grabbed my hands and he said, "Say that again." I looked up and was met with his beautiful emerald green orbs…and I said, "I just didn't want to lose you." Mark said, "Erin, I didn't want to lose you either…that's why I made you leave last night…I didn't want to see you get hurt." I cried harder…I leaned forward and without hitting his shoulder I wrapped my arms around Mark's neck…He pulled me closer and pushed his hand under my butt and he scooted me out of the seat and stood up with me…I wrapped my legs around his waist…Mark whispered… "I have a great idea…Let's go home." I said, "Houston home?" Mark said, "Yea…What do you think?" I said, "You don't have to ask me more then once."
So we went back to the ranch.
After a few months…I knew I loved Mark…but I couldn't bring myself to tell him…I think he knew it too…every time I would start to say something…I'd freeze up and Mark would just end up walking away…Pretty soon a widow woman moved in down the street…and She was around Mark's age…her husband had been an air force pilot and was killed while on maneuvers…well Mark would go down and help her fix up her place…pretty soon I could look across the green hills and see them always laughing and talking…I knew he liked her…but he was really waiting for me to tell him I loved him…I don't know why I couldn't…I did love him…more then anything…I wanted to be with him forever…but seeing him with that other lady…he looked genuinely happy…
I finally couldn't take it anymore…I packed up my stuff while he was down at the ladies house one day helping again…and I left him a note…
- -few months later one of my concerts in Houston, Texas- -
I quieted the audience and looked up just before I started the song…and saw a tall…huge figure in black levis, black t-shirt, black boots and black bandana…I knew it was Mark…I could feel his smoldering green orbs staring at me and I said, "This next song is for someone who I'll never stop loving…but never had the courage to tell him I loved him."
Well it was fun while it lasted kiddies…while I'm posting the next one…I'm gonna be diggin in the trenches of back stories and see if I can't find the sequel to this one…I remember it was short and sweet!
Find anyone who'd life is giving them Tequila yet? LMAO