Steps forward (rp for meet_thunder and on_jennys_terms)
He's flipping idly through the channels and watching the hands on the clock tick while he listens to the hiss and pop of the oxygen tube. He swears he can hear the IV dripping. This one was close, too close, and waking up to see Heather's teary eyes over the mask they had her wear the first time she came in to visit still haunts him. What hell had she gone through? She'd told him Jenny was here - which surprised him but also made him breathe a bit easier. She hated him, but he still loved her in his way. He only hoped she'd come by when he wasn't asleep.
Words from Heather and the doctor circle around his. He's breathing on his own despite the collapsed lung. There is still concern about internal bleeding, though everything seems to be fine at the moment. He can move his feet and there is feeling below his waist. They are now past the initial isolation unit and the time in intensive care. Heather can stay as long as she wants and she's gone home to get James so he can see that everything is okay.
He can still see her through the fog of his narcatoic ridden mind. He can't remember the shooting or what led to it, but he can remember how she kissed his hand and refused to let the tears in her eyes fall.
"Hey, babe," she whispered. "It's me. I'm here. Jenny's here too, actually. Which kind of surprises me." She took a deep breath. "I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere. They'll have to drag me out by my hair." She raised his fingers to her masked lips and kissed each one. "I love you. I love you so much and I love you no matter what. No matter what." A kiss to his palm. "Just don't ever scare me like this again."
"Sorry."
"This time, you can apologize."
He tries to take a breath and his chest shakes a bit. He coughs but refuses to let it set off anything. He's tired of being poked and prodded and asked questions. He just wants to heal ... he wants to get home and get back to work. He wants to ask Heather to marry him and to somehow fix things with Jenny. He wants to do anything other than watch the Packers get their asses kicked. With a sigh, he shuts off the TV and stares out the window, waiting for something. Anything.
Words from Heather and the doctor circle around his. He's breathing on his own despite the collapsed lung. There is still concern about internal bleeding, though everything seems to be fine at the moment. He can move his feet and there is feeling below his waist. They are now past the initial isolation unit and the time in intensive care. Heather can stay as long as she wants and she's gone home to get James so he can see that everything is okay.
He can still see her through the fog of his narcatoic ridden mind. He can't remember the shooting or what led to it, but he can remember how she kissed his hand and refused to let the tears in her eyes fall.
"Hey, babe," she whispered. "It's me. I'm here. Jenny's here too, actually. Which kind of surprises me." She took a deep breath. "I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere. They'll have to drag me out by my hair." She raised his fingers to her masked lips and kissed each one. "I love you. I love you so much and I love you no matter what. No matter what." A kiss to his palm. "Just don't ever scare me like this again."
"Sorry."
"This time, you can apologize."
He tries to take a breath and his chest shakes a bit. He coughs but refuses to let it set off anything. He's tired of being poked and prodded and asked questions. He just wants to heal ... he wants to get home and get back to work. He wants to ask Heather to marry him and to somehow fix things with Jenny. He wants to do anything other than watch the Packers get their asses kicked. With a sigh, he shuts off the TV and stares out the window, waiting for something. Anything.