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Teresa woke up to a surprise, the following night Patrick laid his head on her chest and went to sleep listening to the sound of her heart beating, it relaxed into a peaceful slumber. As she began to become more alert she realized something that had changed in his position. He still had his head over her heart, but sometime in his sleep he had rolled over on his tummy and wrapped his arms around her. It felt wonderful to be in his arms, she felt secure and safe, protected. His head was facing to the left and their legs were all tangled together. She had her right hand rubbing his back, and her left in his hair, gently stroking it. Then she noticed something she hadn't noticed before, he had some freckles on his shoulders, she couldn't resist thinking how cute he was. He moaned a little, and held her even tighter. You couldn't get a feather between them. She smiled when he began to stretch, he reminded her of her neighbors kitty cat she always saw on her way to work. He was so cute, she couldn't help but smile, then of all things while stretching he nuzzled his head more, it was odd that she wasn't uncomfortable with this, it felt good to be the one he was snuggling with. He slowly raised his head up and looked at her with sleepy eyes. "Good morning sweetheart." "Good morning yourself." She said as she ran her fingers through his hair, mindlessly playing with his curls. "How did you sleep?" She asked him. "Very good, how about you my sweetheart?" "Very good too." I'm very glad to hear that, am I hurting you, am I too heavy?" "No Patrick your perfect." With that he eased himself up a little and he kissed her good morning.
"Good morning you two love birds." They both softly chuckled. To Teresa it felt and sounded wonderful, she tried not to think about the consequences of this situation she had gotten into, but she couldn't tell him, it would break his heart, on the other hand when his memory came back, she new already she would be the one to break his heart. As nurse Becky came up to the bed, he began to scootch himself around a little and turned on his back with his head on her tummy again, still keeping his head on it's side. "How are you feeling this morning Patrick, are you hurting anywhere?" "Well, my head still hurts a little, other than that my body feels like I got hit by a bus." They all softly laughed. "Well my dear, I'm afraid there will be a little more today." "Uh." Said Patrick clearly not to thrilled by this. "I know sweetie, but I want to get you strengthened back up, you'll be able to go home soon, and I want your muscles to be nice and strong so Teresa here doesn't worry so much." "Meh, she's always a worry wart anyway, besides me being in this shape." Teresa smiled at that, it was true after all, he got into more messes than mice playing with cats. "Do you have a menu, if you don't I can bring you one?" "Yes, we still have it." "Okay, pick out what you want for your breakfast, you can eat, and then I'll give you your morning bath and we'll get started, okay?" "Yeah, I guess so." Patrick said, still exhausted from yesterdays exercise. "I'll be back in five minutes, okay?" "Okay." They both said, and she walked off just to reappear seconds later. "Oh, Teresa I almost forgot, Grace came by early and brought you some more clothes, I'll set them in the chair, I'll be back in a minute or two." "Thank you." Said Teresa, she was beginning to hope that she didn't stink, she hadn't showered in three days. Out of nowhere he said. "You smell nice, you don't stink." She couldn't help to laugh at that comment and think "how does he do that?" She began to gently ease him and her up, and started to crawl out from under him. She positioned herself on her knees next to him. Then she laid him back down easily, cradling his neck and back while she did this. Once he had laid back down, she gently kissed him and crawled out. He was now facing her as he watched take the bag from the chair and placed it on the bed to see what goodies Grace had brought her. As she opened the bag, she smiled. "What's in there?" Curiosity was getting the better of him. "She brought me some more clothes and some shower gel, razors, toothbrushes, and a brush and comb." "Oh okay, razors and toothbrushes, ah so one is for me?" "Yes." "I bet she bought you pink razors, didn't she?" She tried not to let on, but she couldn't resist how he would look. "Well." Patrick playfully shook his head, and then winced, it was so was lying on his side, but his head was still tender to the touch."You okay, I'll call the nurse back." "I'm fine, what color are the razors?" "One is pink and one is blue, as well as our toothbrushes." "Awww." They both smiled. "What kind of clothes did she bring you?" She was hoping the clothes they were his, she loved being surrounded in them, it felt so good and natural to be in them. "Well, I have a baby blue shirt, blue striped boxers and gray sweatpants." She was happy the clothes were his. "Ah, you like wearing my clothes?" She smiled shyly at him. "Yes." "Good, your supposed to walk around wearing my stuff, I think it one of the rules of being married or something." "Really?" "Yes, really my love." They kissed tenderly.
They looked at their menu, Patrick was hungry but not to enthusiastic about eating, he didn't like feeling weak. He liked it that she was taking care of him, it felt good and she was doing a wonderful job, but he knew that she had to be exhausted. "Well what are you in the mood for this morning?" "I don't know what do you want?" "Hmmm, how about some scrambled eggs, french toast and apple cinnamon oatmeal?" Wow, his mouth was watering again just like last night. "That's sounds so good." "Alright, tea for you and I'll think I'll get coffee this time." "Okay you two, you know what you want?" "Yes." Teresa replied as she read off everything that they wanted, including what they wanted in their beverages. "Okay sweeties, I'll be back shortly." "Thank you." "You more than welcome my dear." As she walked out, Teresa watched Patrick close his eyes while he was holding her left hand, gently rubbing her wedding band. She let her eyes trail to the massive bruising on his chest and his side, as her eyes drifted from his side she noticed something else she hadn't noticed before, a scar on the right side of his tummy, whatever happened it looked like it had to hurt. She ran her right hand down his chest slowly and gently, she then ran her fingertip over the scar, it was soft, not rough, and the skin wasn't raised either, like some scars were. "It happened when I was a teenager, I was surfing and got caught on some reef, it was a pretty nasty cut, I bled a lot, but they stitched me up, leaving me with the reminder." "Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't gawking or anything, I just noticed it." "It's okay Teresa, I don't mind." "Does it hurt when I touch it?" "No, it's sensitive though, so it lightly tickles when you touch it." She blushed. "Oh, um do you need anything, before we eat breakfast?" "Well." She knew what that meant. "Let me go first, and then I'll walk you, okay?" "Sounds good to me." She walked to their bathroom and was gone for only a minute when she heard, a loud thud, already on her way out, she burst out of the bathroom door, worried that he had tried to get out of bed and fell, but she was relieved with what she found, he was still in bed now starring at her, she washed her hands as they talked. "What was that?" She asked him. "I don't know." Minutes later nurse Becky came in with their breakfast. "Hi dears, sorry about the racket, hope we didn't scare you, there was quite a car accident and the nurses and doctors are running around like mad, I gotta go, enjoy your breakfast, I'll be back in a little bit."
Teresa uncovered the delicious food and began to prepare their plates. Patrick looked at the food, and moaned, gosh it smelled so good. Teresa already was waiting for him. "You want to go to the bathroom now before we eat?" "Meh, I can wait, I'm hungry." Truth be told he was starving. Last night's supper was Divine in his book. Patrick picked his fork up as Teresa got up to get them paper towels. He was still shaking, he even tried to get some food, but wasn't successful, instead this time he spilled it, but cleaned it up before she came back. He didn't like this at all. "When am I gonna be myself again?" He asked himself."If you eat all of this good food you'll be back to your strong self in no time." She could tell she startled him, but she hadn't meant to. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." "It's okay." He watched her as she stood next to the bed and began to get some food, he hoped she was getting enough. He was worried about her. Just as he thought she would do, she got a fork full of eggs and fed it to him. "Teresa please, you eat now, I'm okay." "Nope, we eat together that's the rule."She fed herself some and then him. She continued this action until they were done and both stuffed. "I haven't ate like this in years." She replied. "I know, I thought hospital food was supposed to taste bad." He said as she held his cup up for him to drink. "Good coffee too." "Good tea too." As she cleaned up their mess and pushed the table away, she uncovered him, crawled back in the bed and slowly eased him up. Then she positioned herself so she could hold on to him as she sled his legs around, so he now setting. Then she crawled back out and stood between his legs and held on to his sides, he supported himself with his hands in back of him as he began to slide out of the bed. "You okay, you dizzy, take your time, no rushing." She spoke tenderly to him, trying to ease the pain she knew he was in. "It's okay, I'll be alright, as long as I got you, I'm perfect." She raised up on her tippy toes to kiss him, as she got him to put his weight on her. The walk was long, slow, and exhausting. "Wow, this is so hard." She knew he must have been in pain to admit that. "Your doing really good, I'm very proud of you." She knew if she encouraged him it would make him feel good about himself. "Then I'll keep going for you." They smiled at each as he trudged along, finally making their destination. They stopped as she opened the door for him and walked him inside. "If you need any help please call." "I will, I promise." As she waited for him she grabbed the toothbrushes, and the toothpaste the nurse had given her the other day, and their razors. She loved the thought of "theirs" and not "mine." She could hear him messing with the door and she was there waiting for him. "I'm much better now." "That's good to know." They both chuckled, as they walked to the sink and she studied him so he wouldn't fall as he washed his hands and then his face. Then ran his hands through his hair. She couldn't help staring, wow this was different, he was gorgeous. The cool water felt good, she handed him his toothbrush, and he brushed his teeth. Then she did hers while still holding on to him with one arm, and washed her face as well. "Man I need to shave, but I guess that can wait, I look all fuzzy." He said while smiling and making faces at her. She giggled at him, she always thought he looked good scruffy. She just would never tell him that, she would never have the guts, until now. "I like you scruffy." He looked at her as he ran his hand over his face. "It's been what, four days since I've shaved, I've got to be scratching you up." "No your not, but if you want to shave you can, I'll hold on to you." "Yeah, I think I look like a woolly mammoth." She laughed as she handed him his razor. She noticed his hands were shaky, but didn't want to let on she noticed it."Hmmm, maybe I'll just be fuzzy the way my hands are shaking I'll be shredded."The next words that came out of her mouth surprised her. "Um, I'll do it, if you want to shave." "Thank you." "Your welcome." This was something completely different, she had pulled a chair up for him to set in, she could see his muscles trembling and shaking, so she thought it would be a good idea, she had never been so nervous. She was careful, wetting his face as he watched her. "Do you use shaving cream, I'm sure the nurse could find you some.""No, this is good." She began to shave him, being extra careful not to cut him, he leaned his head back so she could reach his whiskers there, she was very careful and took her time, she wouldn't do anything to hurt him. When she was done she gently washed his face, his neck, and then the sink. "There you go, no more fuzzies!!" She said very proudly, he didn't have nick on him. "Wow, thank you, that feels so much better." He said as he took his hands and ran them over his face and neck. Then he looked up at her and gave her a little look, she knew what he wanted. She leaned down and cupped his face, and tenderly kissed him. "I know that's got to fell better to to tender skin, I don't want to hurt you when I kiss you." She nuzzled her cheek to his, it felt wonderful, not him being shaved, but the point he was alive with her, and of all things to be talking about, his "fuzzies" as he called them. She kissed his cheek. He was just too cute at times. She moved her cheek , and he cupped her face. "I love you so much Teresa." "I love you too, so very much." They kissed again, then she gently pulled him up and walked him back to their bed. Just as she had set him down nurse Becky came in.
"Ah don't you look handsome." "Thank you, my lovely wife here groomed me." "Well you did a very fine job my dear." "Thank you." "Okay, first bath, then where going to run some tests and take some blood, just to make sure everything is healing properly, we'll also check out your head to see what's got it upsetting you, okay?" "Okay." "Well lets get started." Teresa watched as she laid Patrick back down and began to remove his bandages, being careful to raise his head a little. It all looked rather painful. "Well from what I can tell your healing up nicely." "That's good to know." Said Teresa, as she began to gather up her, his clothes, the comb, and her razor. "Okay, you enjoy your bath, and I'm going to go take my shower." They kissed as he pulled her up in his arms, he was trembling as he held her. They released each other as she found the floor again, and walked out smiling at him and shutting the door.
This time she was going to enjoy her shower, it wouldn't be like the last time she had one, this time she was going back in their room when she was done. She placed her belongings on the little vanity in there. She was worried about his head, it was pretty bad, she saw it first hand, and felt the mental inside of him. She shuddered at the thought. She turned on the hot water full blast and climbed in. It was hot but it felt good, the water relaxed her muscles and her mind at the same time, she didn't know where Grace got the shower gel but it smelt heavenly, Caress, she liked smelling feminine, it was the one way she could spoil herself, surrounding herself with girlie scents when she came home, perfume, lotion the whole nine. Her favorite thing to get for Christmas was bubble bath and shower sets. Patrick had gave her one for Christmas, she didn't know where he had ever found apple cinnamon bath and shower set at, but she loved it, she used it sparingly though, she didn't want to use it all up at once. Especially sense she knew he loved her in that scent. She always had something on with cinnamon in it just for him. As she rinsed herself and her hair off, she thought of how Patrick was liking another person bathing him, it probably drove him nuts. She laughed at the thought, then shaved her legs, she noticed when she woke up today, she also looked a little fuzzy, and did not need Patrick to find that out, although she knew he would. When she was done she stood there for a few more minutes before getting out. The hot water felt so good against her back, she was still so sore from crying, and being so sick. She then turned off the water and stepped out, dried off and started getting dressed putting the stuff she had on in the bag to give to Grace whenever she saw her again. She looked down at herself and laughed again, blue striped boxers, she chuckled and shook her head, she never dreamed she would ever be wearing Patrick Jane's underwear. She finished getting dressed and combed her hair out, positioned her bangs how she wanted them to fall, put her socks on the nurses gave her on and slipped her slippers on, and headed out, feeling very fresh and feminine. She wondered if Patrick was feeling the same way.
Patrick felt amazing, nurse Becky had brought him some goodies to make him feel better. She bathed him in Old Spice shower gel, and was able to rinse him well, she also washed his hair with the same thing, but the shampoo version. She dried him off, and clothed him, he was now wearing blue striped pajama bottoms and light blue socks. She was now massaging his aching legs. Oh it felt so good, they heard a knock and let her know it was okay to come in. Nurse Becky thought it was funny, she had to had seen her husband naked, but she shook her head. "Well you got the whole room smelling good." "So do you, you smell amazing sweetheart." "Thank you." "Your welcome." He pulled her down for a kiss. "How long is he going to be stiff?" Teresa asked as she watched nurse Becky massage his legs. "Well it will take a while, but with little daily trips he should be back on his feet on his in no time." "Yay." Said Patrick as he held Teresa's small hand over his heart. "Okay, that feel better, get the blood flowing?" "Yes, thank you so much." "Your more than welcome, I'll be right back." "Okay." They answered as she left. Patrick took in her appearance, and she took in his. His, her boxers matched his pajama pants. "Come here." He asked her as she got up on the bed. He placed his hands around her waist. "You look so beautiful wearing my clothes, they belong on you." "Thank you." "Do you feel better, you look better." Teresa gave him a funny look. "No, no, no, I didn't mean it that way, I mean you look refreshed, renewed." He pulled her down to him and tucked a piece of her wet hair behind her ear, and gently kissed her, he kept his left hand in her hair, while the right one stroked her face. She was amazing in every sense of the word. They broke there tender embrace as nurse Becky came back in. "Well if you be good today, we might be able to take off the heart monitor." "Really, he's doing that well?" "Yes he is doing very well, Dr. Mckinny is on his way now to give you a check up."
"Good morning all!!" Patrick thought to himself what did he do to deserve such sweet people around him. He shook Patrick's hand and gently patted it, he then took Teresa's and did the same. "So how is my favorite patient doing today?" "Well I'm tired but good I suppose." "His head is hurting him." Teresa chimed in. Patrick watched her while she talked to him. "Hmmm, well lets have a look see shall we?" He and Teresa carefully raised him up. "Hmmm, well there's a little swelling, does it hurt when I touch here?" To that question Patrick gave him a loud "Ow!!" "Oh my, lets roll him out and start some tests and see whats going on your head." Teresa couldn't help but laugh. Patrick gave her an odd look, she thought to herself "poor thing if only you knew." she shook her head and smiled at Patrick, he was so cute confused.
They rolled him out of him room and to CAT Scan just to double check to see there was no brain damage. The doctor did however find what was causing Patrick's distress. "Well it looks like a nerve in your scalp has some pressure against it, it was a bad wound, it might take a little longer to heal up." "Well at least it is something that would heal." Teresa replied. She watched her husband in pain and it hurt her. They had gently moved him to the other bed, placing him on his side. "All is good, no brain damage." Patrick chimed in. "Yay, I didn't brain my damage!!" He said rather excitedly. The three looked at each other and softly laughed, they remembered the last time he was in here and things were not good. Now he was laughing and joking, it made them very happy. Teresa gently rubbed his foot and smiled. "Okay lets pull him out." They gently eased him back down on his bed, laying him on his side. "Okay now where gonna move you to the Lab and take some blood." "Okay." Said Patrick. As they rolled him down the hall she ran her fingers through his hair and remembered the last time they went down the hall, how confused he was, and in so much pain, and now he was smiling at her. He gently kissed her hand and snuggled to it. She smiled back, as they reached their destination. "Okay Patrick, I'm going to take some blood okay, I hope you not scared of needles." "Ah, well as long as I've got my beautiful wife here with me, I'll be just fine." Teresa held his hand, while nurse Becky drew his blood. She noticed how dark and rich the color was, it was strong looking not weak, which was a very good sign. As nurse Becky finished up with him, she couldn't resist giving him a rather cute band aid that read "I was good, I held still." Patrick, Teresa, and nurse Becky all laughed. She leaned down and kissed his head through laughing. Gosh it felt so good to hear him laugh. "Okay now it's on to Cardiology to see if your artery is healing properly." "Yay, more riding." He replied. They all smiled as they wheeled him in. This time was hard on Patrick because he had to lay on his back, which hurt very much, but she held his hand and stroked his hair the whole time, she knew he was in pain, and also knew what soothed him. He closed his eyes and grasped her hand tightly, they had given him a pillow, but it wasn't comfortable. His pillow was standing behind him, he could feel her, but it wasn't enough, so he pulled her even closer. She moved her hand under his head gently began massaging the wounded area as she usually did every night before falling asleep and every morning after waking up. This helped, she could see relief on his face. As the machine showed a picture of Patrick's chest, they all looked in amazement, his arteries were growing back together around the small tube inside of them, just what had hoped for, his heart was perfect. "Well son, your in great shape, looks like we can take the heart monitor off." "Oh that's wonderful doctor, thank you so much." "Thank you doctor, for all your kindness to me." They shook hands and patted each others hand. They rolled him back to his room and transferred him again. They set him up in his bed and the good doctor felt around the tender wound on his head. He was being very gentle but it still hurt. "Well it's swollen, the mental piece inside was not nice to you in any way, but it will heal, I'll up your dose on pain medicine, and keep with the antibiotics and all looks very good." "Thank you doctor." "No problem, I'll leave you with Becky here, and I'll check on you tomorrow morning, you two have a good rest of your day and night." "Thank you , you too doctor." "Okay I'm gonna check your vitals and see if your blood pressure is normal, check your heartbeat, then your temperature, just to make sure your blood is warm not cool, we don't want that." She checked him for everything and it was perfect. She was very pleased. "Well your in great shape." She said as she unhooked the heart monitor from him. She then helped position him so he was on his side. "I'm gonna leave you two alone for a little bit, and I'll be back, where gonna work on a different therapy method that Teresa can help you with, okay?" "Okay." They all smiled at each other as she left, Teresa was so happy with the progress he was making.
He began to start wiggling towards her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to him and snuggling to her, he nuzzled his head to her tummy and pulled her even closer and snuggling more. He was so adorable curled up in a little ball. She eased his coverings on him, and began to massage his scalp again, he moaned in relief. She just didn't get it. "Patrick why does it hurt when pressure is applied by anyone else, but when I touch you it doesn't?" "I guess you got a special touch, it just doesn't hurt, it feels good." She could tell he was dozing, she watched him. She had her right hand massaging his head and hair, and her left hand gently rubbing up an down his back. She suddenly wished she was in bed with him, he was out, he wasn't snoring, but she could tell he was asleep. He'd been through a lot, and was doing great. A half an hour went by before nurse Becky had returned. Teresa gently woke Patrick who just started to try snuggling even more. "Patrick, nurse Becky's here." "Uh huh." He mumbled against her. She looked at nurse Becky and said. "I'm sorry, he's so tired." "That's okay dear, I'll just show you what to do, help me stretch his legs out." She had uncovered him. She had begun to pull away from him. When he woke up completely frightened, wide eyed, crying, shaking, and grabbing her like his life depended on it. "Teresa please don't leave me!!" What she saw broke her heart, she hadn't seen this man in three days. Why did he think she would leave him, when he was fine earlier? "Patrick I'm not leaving you, I'm right here, I'm with you." She leaned down to him, face to face, he placed his shaking hands on her face, gently cupping it and looked at her, he had that look, so innocent and scared. "Why do think I would leave you, huh?" She spoke tenderly to him. "You let go." That's all he said as she stroked his hair and face. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize." She should have though, he would wake and sleep with her touching him. She suddenly noticed they were alone and she was grateful for it. "Patrick, lets get something straight right now, I'm not, nor will I ever leave you, okay?" He just nodded as he shook and cried a little more. While she continued to sooth him. She gently kissed him, and then looked at him, she hated when he cried. It was an awful sight to see. Nurse Becky reappeared. "How about you guys go to sleep for awhile and we'll do some therapy later, okay?" "Yes thank you so much." "Your more than welcome." As she left Teresa noticed how Patrick was staring at her, like if he blinked she'd be gone away forever. She gently set in bed with him still watching her, and gently eased him up, as she crawled in behind him, then she eased him back down. He didn't lay on his side instead he got on his tummy and snuggled to her heart. He could feel it beating, beating for him, he smiled as he remembered. He wrapped his arms tightly around her. She had her left hand in his hair gently massaging him, and her right hand gently rubbing his back, shoulders, and neck. It felt so good to have him this close. She had her left and right leg stretched out as he tangled his with hers. "I love you so much Teresa, please don't ever leave me." "Patrick, I will never leave you, you don't have to worry about that, okay?" He nodded as he held her closer. She eased her head up to kiss his head. And she shimmied the new sheet and blanket up over him with her feet and then tucked him in. It was her way of trying to make the shivering stop, even though she knew he wasn't shivering because he was cold. As she snuggled him in more, the more he snuggled to her. Somehow she had become his anchor, and she would live up to that name. "I love you Patrick, when you wake up, I'll be right here." "I love you Teresa, I'll be right here too, just for you." She stroked his hair, back, shoulders, and neck as he fell asleep, leaving her to wondering how did all this even take place, and when? She had so many questions, but had no answers, she just knew she loved him and that's all that counted.
Oh my goodness, I'm exhausted and sick with allergies again!! I hope you guys like this chapter. I've been at it all night, the morning, and late evening. By the way if any of you good people know how Simon got that scar on his tummy let me know, it's driving me mad trying to figure it out!!! LOL Talk to you soon please read and review!!!
Crystal*hugs*:0)
