accompany her

"I'll go with her," you say shakily. "I think she needs someone to be with her."

"Sure," Crystal says. "I know you must be worried."

You ride up the elevator with her to the second floor. "You'll have to wait here, John," Crystal says, directing you to radiology waiting. You give Amy a quick kiss. "Everything will be okay, babe," you say, trying to convince yourself more than her.

Crystal comes and gets you afterwards. "Everything's okay as far as I can tell from the X-rays," she informs you. "Amy gave me permission to tell you what's going on. She has a few bruised ribs from where the seatbelt stopped her, but everything else is okay."

You hug her and thank her for the update. "So, does she need someone to stay with her or what?"

"For the next couple of days it would be recommended," she replies. "I guess you'll volunteer." She winks at you and leaves Amy and you sitting in her room waiting for the doctor.

You scoot your chair next to Amy, and gently put your arm across her waist. "I guess Crystal told you. I'm sorry to bother you like this, John." She sits up, and you meet her lips with yours.

"It's okay, babe, really," you say, lightly kissing her over and over again.

The doctor comes into the room, interrupting your kissing session. "Everything appears to be okay, Amy, so you can leave. Your discharge instructions are in this folder. All we need now is your signature, and you're free to go."

To you, he says, "We've given her a script for some Loritabs and a pain shot. I assume you'll be driving her home?"

"No, she'll be driving the totaled vehicle she left on the interstate," you say sarcastically. "Of COURSE I will!"

Amy laughs at your sarcasm, and the doctor stomps off irritated. She signs the paperwork and drops it off at the desk. "I don't really feel like going home right now. Do you still feel up to going shopping?" you ask her.

"Sure," she says. "Let's drop this script off first." You turn into CVS, and give the prescription to the pharmacist at the drive in window. "It will be about a half hour," she informs you.

"Ok," you say as you drive off. "Where do you want to go first?" you ask Amy.