A/N: Alrighty Then! After a nice two and a half hour nap! I am glad to say I am warmed up in this 65 degree house. I'm converting the next part of school rumble and my kitten Michael Myers is playing with the strings to my flash drives. I am now here to give you the next chapter of the story You Saved Me. I hope you guys love it! Tell me what you think in a quick review!

Chapter Four: Here she comes

I woke up the next morning with my head shouting at me to look at the time. I rolled over slowly in bed and I looked at the time. It was 7:45 I only had fifteen minutes to get ready and get to the door. It normally took me thirty minutes to do this; I would have to be quicker than I have ever been before. I didn't want to make her waste gas to find the nearest anything. I started to get out of bed. I didn't rush this process I knew that if I did I would hurt myself. I was practiced at doing this so I knew it also wouldn't take that long to get out of bed. I was out of bed in three minutes and then I had to put my clothes on. I couldn't go to the door in my boxers. I didn't want her to think that I couldn't do anything for myself. I could do a lot for myself and I wanted her to know that.

So as I went to the closet I got out a pair of pants. I put those on over top of my boxers and I wiggled in my chair until I got them all the way on. I didn't want to have to get back into the bed and waste precious time. I then went over to my dresser and got out a new shirt. It was a jersey and I put on my shoes. My sneakers were normally the easy part but today, since I was nervous, I felt like I dropped them a million times. The bell rang as I was tying my last shoe. I wheeled out of the bedroom and toward the door. I could feel my heart race. I don't know why I was reacting like this was my first date. It wasn't even a date at all. It was only human contact. She was sent here to take care of me, and that was it. I opened the door as she was walking off the porch. She turned back and smiled.

"Sorry I was tying my shoes when you rang the door bell." She walked back onto the porch her sneakers squeaking a little, it had rained last night and I hadn't known.

"It's alright. I thought I would bring breakfast I love McDonalds." She held up a bag and I looked at it. I didn't want to eat it. I wasn't hungry, but I knew I should. She had been thoughtful and brought breakfast. She didn't need to do that. I was also glad she did. I didn't have much food in the house. I would have to go to the store to buy more food.

"Thanks, I can pay you back." I didn't want her to waste her money on food for me. It seemed the comment however caused her to look sternly at me. With a hand on her hip she grimaced.

"I don't need to be paid back; I did it out of kindness with no need to be paid back Mr. Hardy." I looked at her eyes wide and muttered a soft apology. She giggled and returned to the Nicol I had seen just moments before. "I'm only kidding, but I don't want to be paid back thank you anyway." I realized she was still standing on the porch and I in the way of her entrance.

"Please come in!" I said and wheeled myself out of the way. She made her way into the entry way. "Would you like me to give you a tour since you are going to be here using the house too?" Nicol smiled brightly at the offer.

"I would love a tour." I turned the wheel chair and made a left turn toward the living room. My dogs got up and raced toward her. "These are my dogs." She kneeled down to them and petted each one. Each one made her welcome in their own way. She even accepted the slobber from Bud. She stood when they all had their full of hellos.

"I love dogs, they are beautiful animals." I could see her happiness at having dogs around her. I couldn't wait to show her the rest of my house if she liked just the living room.

"This is the living room; you can watch TV if you want and the stereo system is right there." I pointed out each thing as I told her about them. "The CD rack is beside it as you can see. The movies are on that rack beside the entertainment center, everything from horror or comedy is there. Sorry I don't have romance, I'm not much of a romance kind of guy." She laughed at that. I made her laugh! The living room was as clean as I could make it, though there were a few things I wasn't able to reach thanks to my lovely dogs. I hoped she wouldn't mind. It was embarrassing. I turned around and wheeled my way into the kitchen.

"This is the kitchen. There isn't much in here I have to go shopping. I haven't been to the store in a while." She looked around the kitchen; she smiled when she saw that it was clean.

"You're clean for a man in a wheel chair. Most of the guys that I used to take care of are slobs that don't give a damn about their house. At least you do the best you can." I guessed that was a compliment.

"Thank you." I said wheeling out of the kitchen and into the hallway. "My bedroom is down at the end of this hall, but we don't need to go in there. The bathroom is right here, it is just a toilet and a sink, nothing much more in here. The garage door is right here, the dog food is in here." I was almost done showing her the entire house when she spoke.

"What is in this room?" She reached toward the door and I looked.

"Nothing." I guessed the tone in my voice stopped her from opening the door that day. I don't know why I didn't want her to go into my art room; maybe the memories in there were too raw for me to. My belts and action figures were in there as well, all that had been replaced by the WWE after the fire. She turned to me as if shocked by the unuttered command.

"Is it the west wing?" she asked with a smile on her face. I raised my eye brow and cocked my head to the side.

"What is the west wing?" I asked as she walked away from the door. She giggled and walked with me as she explained.

"The west wing is a place inside the castle from beauty and the beast. It's a Disney movie. It's my best friend's favorite movie and the beast of the castle forbids the beauty to go into the west wing. It holds the rose that keeps him in the form of a beast. When the last petal falls he will remain a beast forever. Unless however he finds true love and it is returned to him but you wouldn't be interested. It's not only a child's movie it is also a romance movie." I turned into the living room as she heated the breakfast that she had brought with her.

"So why did you call that room the west wing?" I had lost the reason in between the explanation of what it was and now.

"Because it holds memories you don't want anyone to see." She was turned away from me so she didn't see the stricken face I pulled at her. She had guessed correctly. I didn't want anyone to see what I once was. Not her, I didn't want her to think any different of me. After I had regained my composure I sighed.

"Yes, that's it exactly." She didn't press the matter and I didn't know if that was a good thing or not. I just knew that it wasn't the last time that I was going to hear about "The west wing." I knew she wasn't going to let it go, she was going to want to see it. I was kind of glad that she was interested. Not many people who didn't know I used to be a wrestler wanted to see my art. It puzzled me however to think that this woman didn't know who I was. She looked like she might be a wrestling fan; she looked like she might have even followed me when I was a wrestler.

She came back into the room and sat down next do me. She was on the couch, I in my wheel chair. She handed me food and a coffee and I smiled thankfully at her. I hadn't had McDonalds in a long time and this was going to be great. I bit into the sausage egg and cheese mcmuffin and smiled. I didn't show all of my satisfaction though I did enjoy it. She was eating hers as well. I had turned the television onto some random channel and she was watching intently. I didn't know if she was just watching it to be polite or what, but I knew that I didn't want to watch this channel.

"Would you mind if I changed the channel?" I asked and picked up the remote.

"No! It's your house, go ahead." She bit into her mcmuffin again and waited for me to change the channel.

"I would like your input here too, you're going to be here for hours on end, and you might as well enjoy yourself." I flipped slowly waiting for her to say something. I looked out of the corner of my eye to see for small details in her expression. She wasn't going to say anything, but she couldn't help her face showing dislikes and interests. I finally stopped on USA there was a marathon of Law and Order SVU and after that a marathon of NCIS. She looked like she was genuinely interested so I stayed there.

As the day went on we had long discussions on the topics of the cases. We agreed and disagreed on things and we also laughed and I thought I saw her shed a tear for one of the girls on the show. She had great opinions on everything! I found out that she loved art. She was a wonderful singer and she loved animals. My cat Anastasia came out of the bedroom to curl up on my lap not too long after lunch. She enjoyed petting her. Nicol found something to eat for lunch and offered to cook it for us. I tried to protest but she had insisted, joking about men who couldn't cook.

I liked her playful attitude. She didn't act as if I was emotional fragile to everything under the sun just because I was handicap. She acted as if I was a normal human. We went to go get my mail. She walked along side me the whole way and never uttered a word of complaint. After we got back in I sat there opening my mail as she played with the dogs. They were happy to accept her into the home. I'm glad because I did too. It was odd to accept such a stranger into my home but something was telling me I should. So instead of fighting the voice in my head I had let it win.

The doctor's office did call and explain everything to me that day and I had forgot to ask why it had taken them so long. I don't think it really mattered. If they had I might not have gotten her. I might have gotten some old grouchy lady who should be in a wheel chair herself for all she couldn't walk straight or stand up straight let alone help someone around a house. When she left that day I was happier than I had been in two years.

I wheeled myself into the bedroom and I did things faster than I ever had. I climbed in bed with a new strength and I made myself comfortable. Molly jumped up onto the bed with me and kept my legs warmer by laying on them. Not that I could feel them being cold, but I knew that they were just by touching them with my fingers. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. It was going to be like Christmas!

A/N: Alright everyone that was the next chapter. I hope you liked it. It was longer than the others and I think we are getting somewhere with Jeffrey here! Review Please! Hugs and love everyone! Hugs and love!

~*Morna*~