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you and me.” Tears ran down my face and then down his.
    “Oh, Ari, I am so sorry this happened.”
    “No one is sorrier than I am, Baby. I should never have let you out of my sight.”
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    I stayed in the hospital for a week for observation and evaluation. As the days went by, I remembered more and more of my past. My mother’s death, Mia’s death, my time in the dorm – these all came back to me. I was able to remember Rory before he visited me and he responded with a delighted smile; not that his self-esteem needed any help at all... just like old times. I laughed and rolled my eyes at everything he said. He told us that that Miike Snow was coming to L.A. in a few months and that he was going to get all of us tickets to the concert. I said I would believe that when I saw the tickets in his hand.
     
     

Chapter 4
    Setback
    Ari and I spent the first week after I was finally released at home together with the doors locked. I was unceasingly tired and often fell asleep next to Ari on the couch, waking several hours later to find myself surrounded by the billowy blankets and pillows on our bed with Ari still at my side.
    My body slowly started to heal. My ribs ached almost all of the time, but my wrist was starting to feel a little better, turning from red to pink as the healing went on -- there would definitely be a scar and I was dealing with some Ulnar nerve damage. The tips of the fingers on my left hand were ultra-sensitive and I could hardly bear to touch anything. My head hurt, but the throbbing started to ebb to a dull twinge.
    Late one evening, Ari and I were wrapped up together on the couch, watching a movie . I giggled at something silly, he kissed me and that was all it took before we were completely carried away with our love for one another. Our kissing led to much more. Making love with Ari was just as wonderful as I had remembered. He was slow and cautious. The feelings he drew from me were powerful and lovely. I was careful to bite him only softly, and on his shoulder rather than his bottom lip.
    Rolling me gently into the nook in his arm, Ari’s heart was beating rapidly and his skin was glistening. He held me for a while and rubbed his finger back and forth on my lips. Before long my side started to scream in protest and I had to sit up to give my ribs some relief. Our clothes were strewn carelessly about the floor, tables and even a lamp shade and I gave a hoarse giggle at the state of our living room.
    “Thirsty?” Ari asked with a smile. I put my hands up to my throat and nodded in response. He grabbed a pair of boxers up off the floor and slipped them on. Yanking Ari’s tee-shirt from the table, I slipped it on over my head, followed him into the kitchen, and leaned up against the island. He filled two glasses full of filtered water and set them both down in front of us. I reached for a glass and suddenly horrible images of being held at gunpoint, having to decide which glass of water might contain poison, and which might be harmless flooded my mind.
    I covered my mouth with my hand in horror and my eyes grew wide. My body shook and my stomach churned. I was filled with shock and fear, and Ari immediately took notice.
    “Ava? Ava, what ’s wrong?” he asked in a panic. I was too terrified to answer him; my eyes were glued on the glasses in front of me. Ari quickly picked them up and threw them into the sink. Water and shards of glass flew over the countertop. My knees grew weak and he rushed over to grab me before I collapsed to the floor.
    “Oh, my God; oh, my God,” I repeated these words, this litany, over and over again as the panic and anxiety grew stronger inside me. Ari held me tight in his arms as we sat on the kitchen floor. Eventually, my breathing slowed and Ari put my face in his hands.
    “Ava Baby, what happened? What do you remember?”
    I shook my head. “I, I,” I stuttered, “I can ’t. I’m sorry, Ari, but I can’t tell you.”
    Ari looked hurt, but more than