Chapter 6: Home Base

Two weeks later

"I'll be back after work to check on you," Sean said before closing the door behind himself when leaving Christian's condo after he had just brought him back from hospital. The dead beat he looked from the journey he was sure he'd still find him in bed the way he had left him.

Christian had other ideas though. He needed to talk to Kimber. In person and before it was too late, before she maybe disappeared somewhere, before she had this abortion. He couldn't just ask Sean to take him to her, but he was going to take the first chance he got and this was it. He sighed, not sure how hard this conversation was going to be, then got out of bed. Getting those shoes on Sean just took off for him was the hardest part, his surgery scar not liking the position, but he couldn't ask Sean to leave them on. He was surprised enough with him wanting to sleep with his clothes on. He moaned standing up and heading out the door, recovery was slow and very frustrating. He was normally quite active, used to feeling strong, working hard fixing people's bodies to look and function better, not to mention his regular exercise that was best for the heart and the most pleasurable he could imagine at the same time. Now he was having a hard time accepting that his his own body needed time to recover especially that he had something to do he was thinking about for the last two weeks. Pleased that Liz had parked his car outside just as she promised he took the not so long drive to Kimber's apartment hoping for the best. Confirming his expectations the house seemed unchanged from the outside and he also spotted Kimber's car round the corner, so there was nothing else to do than to ring the bell.

Who on earth is that? Kimber asked herself while heading towards the door. She wasn't in the mood for visitors, not even from the church, not since Sean told her Christian was a no go for her. On top of that, she was tired of listening to the church members telling her how she shouldn't waste her energy on somebody who was so obviously not going to join them. She stopped breathing for a second when checking out the peep hole, her first reaction was joy over the fact Christin was well enough to be standing outside her door. She rushed to open the door drinking in the sight of him, sizing him up, her smile turning into a sad one when she saw him leaning onto the doorframe sweating and looking very pale. It was obvious he had lost weight and muscle tone. She almost swallowed her tongue before managing an "oh. How are you? And what are you doing here?"

"Are you going to let me in? We need to talk."

She stepped aside reluctantly. Talk, oh no. Talk was hardly ever good between them. A wave of panic washed over her. Consequences.

"Did you have an abortion?"

"I'm able to raise a kid on my own. My mother did it with us too."

"And how wonderfully did that turn out?"

"Look, Sean and I agreed it was for the best if I stay away so that's what I'm gonna do."

"What does that to do with Sean? You need to talk to me cause I'm the one who almost died playing your games," he said, anger clear in his voice.

"My games? I'm not going to argue with you. You have the right to be angry and I'm not going to tell you otherwise."

He rolled his eyes, "what argument? I told you I was talking about well, talking. Why does it always have to be about arguments with us? Why can't we have a conversation like normal people?" He paused staring at the place he was shot at for a second.

"Because we're not normal people?" She calmed down, "what is it you wanna talk about?"

"About why we keep hurting each other," Chistian grumbled annoyed, one hand pressed firmly onto his sore stomach. This moving around, walking, driving has obviously been too much for it, it wasn't long ago that the feeding and draining tubes were removed after all. If he wasn't a surgeon himself, able to do his own dressings and administer drugs he wouldn't have been allowed out the hospital yet.

When she noticed a flash of pain appear on his handsome face her voice turned soft, "are you ok?"

Christian waited for a moment for the pain to subside, but then gave in, hobbled across the living room to the sofa. Slowly inching down, he leaned his head backwards and closed his eyes, hoping his stomach will settle now, "no, I'm not okay. Do you know some witch or something by any chance cause I think I've been cursed to love you and want you no matter what..."

Kimber watched him for a minute, then knelt down in front of him putting a hand on his arm that was protecting his delicate tummy. She rubbed his fingers, "what's wrong?"

"It seems like I can't take solid food just yet. I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to be sick," he said, but he didn't make a move towards the bathroom. He banked on staying still and not even talking anymore to keep the nausea under control.

"Should I call Sean?" As she didn't get an answer she turned to pick up the phone. Sean's so going to hate this call.

Tbc