THE CAINE-MOONSCRIM CHRONICLES
WAITING
PART TWELVE
by
BlackFury
Another month had passed and Peter was still in the medically induced coma from his head injuries. Cynthia was giving Peter his bath as she continued to talk to him about their wedding plans. She had to, either that or give up completely and that was something she had no intention of ever doing. Peter was coming back to her, she knew that.
She chuckled, "It seems that there's a competition on to see who I will choose for my Maid of Honor. Mary Margaret helps me get what I need while I'm here, Jody comes in everyday to check up on you, even Captain Simms comes, when her duties let her. You have some very good friends and colleagues, my love. They all come by to see about you. They all miss you, Peter."
Standing in the doorway quietly, so as to not attract attention, was Captain Karen Simms. She listened as Cynthia continued to talk, not knowing that, with her heightened senses, Cynthia knew someone was there. "Peter, my love," she said, her voice beginning to break, "You have to wake up soon, darling, I really need you. I don't know how much more I can take." She finished his bath and turned around, "Captain, I didn't know you were there."
Karen Simms smiled, "I didn't want to interrupt you. Has Dr Thurston given you any indication as to when he can begin waking Peter up?" Cynthia shook her raven head as she stroked Peter's hair, longing for those hazel eyes to open. "No, not yet but then, he hasn't been in here today, they had an emergency case come in about an hour ago. He'll be in here when he can. You finally had some free time?"
Simms nodded, "Yeah but, I have to meet with the Comissioner around seven. He always asks me about Peter, too. He's grateful to you for rescuing TJ that night. He wants you to know that he's thinking about Peter, too." Cynthia nodded, "Tell him thank you for me. As soon as Peter wakes, I'll call the precinct." Karen smiled, "I know you will. Where's Caine?"
Cynthia smiled softly, "He's at his kwoon. Peter wouldn't want him to abandon his patients and, since I'm here, Caine comes in the evenings to talk to Peter and we do Peter's physical therapy together to keep Peter's muscles functioning until he can wake up." Simms nodded, squeezed Cynthia's shoulder and left, unable to look at her best detective lying there.
After she left, Cynthia walked back over and sat on the edge of the bed, taking Peter's still limp hand in hers. "You hear that, love? They all miss you and the precinct just isn't the same without you. I'm not the same without you." She leaned down until her head rested against Peter's and she had closed her eyes when she felt something, a faint pressure on her hand.
She sat up abruptly and looked at Peter, then at his left hand in hers, "Peter, was that you?" Her answer was another faint squeeze on her hand. Without getting up, she called, "Dr Thruston, I think you need to come in here, now."
She looked at the figure in the bed and swore that she saw a faint smile, she hoped she was right.
Dr Thruston and his wife, Evaine, who was also his chief nurse, came into the room and Cynthia told him what had happened. Richard listened to Peter's heart and checked the eye movements and smiled. He looked at Cynthia just as Caine walked into the room, looking worried, "Is something wrong with Peter?" He asked.
Richard smiled again, "No, Master Caine in fact, It's time to start waking Peter up. He's trying to on his own but the medication is strong. We'll slowly start reducing the amount. It will take time but, I believe now that Peter will make a full recovery." Cynthia felt Caine's arms encircle her shoulders and she turned to see the smile on his face. Richard looked at them. "Continue his therapy, when you hear him complaining, let me know, ok?" His grin was positively mischevious.
Cynthia smiled, "Don't worry, Doctor, we will, I promise you." Richard nodded as he and Evaine left the room, leaving Cynthia and her future father-in-law to wordlessly marvel at Peter's determination to live.
End Part Twelve
