The Doctor Will See You Now

Chapter 24

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER GETS HEATED SO IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH PHYSICAL INTIMACY, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Anyway, I don't know if I will be updating again before the holidays, so I wish every one a very happy holiday, whatever you celebrate :) Also, I will let you all know in next chapter what I decide what my next fic will be. I have a pretty good idea what it will be (given everyone's replies) but I want to make sure that is what I want to do before I commit to it. On another note, THANK YOU FOR ALL THE REVIEWS! THEY ALL MADE ME SMILE FROM EAR TO EAR!

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Alexandra Rylie: MUHAHAHAHAHA, because I am an evil person deep down... Just wait, shit hits the fan here soon, once again. (I mean what else is new in Frank's and Emily's world?) But this is something that I think will make people cry... I cried while writing it... ANYWAY, I am so glad that my story got you so hooked that you read it all i one night... but just remember that sleep is important... But thank you for the comment, I loved the excitement and sporadic-ness in it!

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Emily rolled over underneath her covers, her body not being able to find sleep easily. Her head pounded, not only due to her recent blood loss, but her emotions were finally starting to take a physical toll on her body. Instead of doing something about her deteriorating symptoms, however, she tried wrapping the blanket around her even more.

She thought that maybe, just maybe, if she wrapped the blanket around her tightly enough, it would cut off her air supply. Not only that, but due to how she wrapped herself up, she wouldn't be able to get out of the blankets fast enough and she would surly bring an end to this pain and misery that she was feeling.

However, even though her dark thought process, she knew that she couldn't leave Max behind. If she did pass in the way she was thinking, it would take days, if not weeks for someone to come and find her. Not only that, but it would leave Max to fend for himself. Meaning that they, those who found her cold, dead, body would have no other choice than to throw him in the pound. Also, it doesn't help that Max is a pit bull, so they probably would skip putting him in a shelter altogether; and just put him down just because of his breed.

Emily deeply sighed knowing that she wouldn't be able to take her own life, not only because she would always find some mundane way as to why she couldn't do it, but for the actual fact that she was still too afraid to die. She hated the pain that she was going through and she wanted it to end, but even though she was scared that she would feel like this for the rest of her life, she was more afraid of not having that life to live.

Tears would have escaped Emily's eyes, but she thought that they had all dried up when she cried the rest of them over a broken mug. Emily took a deep breath and ran a hand through her hair, causing her to think about the welcome pain of her headache again. However, this time, she felt that maybe, just maybe she could take something for it and it would help her fall asleep.

Sometimes the best thing to do to forget pain is to go to sleep and worry about it later. She knew that it wasn't going anywhere, but at this point she was just numb. Numb to every thought and feeling, besides the physical and heart-breaking pain she had endured.

Taking a deep breath, Emily thought it best if she got up from the bed and took some medicine to dull her headache. However, when she tried sitting up, pain shot through her hand reminding her that she never took care of the cut on her hand. She also noticed that for the first time in about a week, her body was actually calling for her to feed herself some quality food.

Shaking her head slightly, Emily pulled back the covers and sat up. She was accompanied by a dizzying feeling, but it soon subsided. Running a hand down her face, Emily caught a piece of her hair, which she now realized was dirty and greasy. Making a face of disgust, she figured that a shower wouldn't hurt either.

So, she swung her legs off of the bed and stood up, stretching slightly, and made her way to her bathroom. She turned on the shower and let it run as she stripped off her old, smelly, dirty clothes, and left them on the floor. She carefully stuck her undamaged hand in the water to test it and found that it was warm enough for her to get in.

Therefore, she did just that, and once she was in, she felt the warm water pound her back in a massaging rhythm. Emily didn't know why, but the feeling of the water rushing down her body, and finally feeling warm again for the first time in a long time, it made her feel small and crippled. Emily started to have memories of the night she told Frank everything, those memories flashed through her mind again and again as she found herself slinking to the floor of the tub.

She clutched her knees to her chest, making herself assume the fetal position as water rushed over her body. At this point, she couldn't tell if she was crying or if it was just the water from the shower that was rushing down her face.

Emily ran a hand through her wet hair, creating tangles within it. She had wrapped a piece of gauze around her hand to protect her wound. She knew that she probably should have wrapped it better, but there wasn't any real reason for it. Emily pulled a large hoodie on over her bra, and stepped into some warm leggings.

She just wanted to curl back into bed, but she knew that she should probably clean up the dirty dishes and clothes that were scattered around her apartment before she did. Not only that, but she still needed to take some Tylenol and make herself something simple that she could eat. Emily walked back into her bathroom and opened up her medicine cabinet, finding the bottle that she wanted.

Shaking the contents of the bottle, she realized that she barely had any of the drug left and made a mental note to go get some, the next time she felt like leaving her house; which she knew wasn't going to be for a long time, at this point. Without looking, Emily shook the contents of the bottle out, into her hand. She capped the bottle again and placed it back into her medicine cabinet as she tossed the capsules into her mouth; not bothering with how many she was actually swallowing.

She knew that taking an absurd amount of acetaminophen, the drug in Tylenol, would screw up her liver, but at this point all she wanted to do was feel completely numb. That was all she wanted—not to feel a single damn thing. Sighing, Emily exited her bathroom and proceeded to the kitchen.

She found an old can of soup in her cabinet and quickly filled a bowl with the cold, goopy substance. Tossing the bowl in the microwave, she waited for the liquid to heat up. When the microwaved beeped, indicating that it was done trying to heat up the soup, Emily took the ceramic bowl out of the machine.

Emily found the bowl excruciatingly warm, almost burning her as she set it down on the counter. She picked up a dirty spoon and dunked it into the liquid. She pulled the spoon up trapping some on the soup on the spoon, and placed the substance in her mouth. Rolling her eyes, she realized that she needed to fix her microwave given that it was starting to heat things up unevenly. She knew this because half of her soup was still cold, as the ceramic of the dish was almost ready to burn holes through the fabric of her hoodie.

Emily just stood there in her kitchen taking small sips of her soup trying to not think about anything. It really helped when her medicine finally kicked in and she no longer felt a throbbing pain in her head. The only pain that was left was from the hole in her heart.

Emily decided that it was as good as time as any to clean up her place. Dirty clothes and dishes littered the place and she never realized that it was such a pig-sty. Thinking back, she didn't ever remember changing her clothes or eating anything and using dishes for the past week so this all struck her as odd. Nevertheless, she was at least in a steady-state of calm at the moment.

So, house chores would probably get done right now. Not to mention that Max would probably appreciate the fact that she had cleaned up, even though he was a dog and didn't know any better. Emily picked up the dirty clothes that had accumulated in her apartment and walked into her room to toss the dirty clothes into the hamper.

Emily walked back out into the living room, and noticed that Max had taken a break from being by her sorrowful self, as she heard him snoring away on his bed in her office. For the first time in a long time, Emily let herself tilt the sides of her mouth up, due to the funny noises that were coming from the dog.

As soon as her lips turned up, they resumed their relaxed, somber position, as Emily proceeded to pick up the dirty dishes she found around her apartment. She proceeded to pick them up, letting her hair fall into her face, never realizing or hearing the window open up behind her.

However, she, never in a million years, would ever expect what happened to her next. She never thought that the man she loved would return. She never thought that he would return the same feelings that she had for him. She never thought that she would see him apologize, or ask for her to forgive him. That she actually had the chance to love again, to get out of this pain, and numbing sensation, and have another reason to live.

"…Doc," a masculine voice sounded behind her.

Emily stopped dead in her tracks. She didn't move or turn around, she didn't know what was happening. It was probably her mind playing tricks on her, making fun of her misery. Because there was no way he would show his face.

"Doc… Please…"

Emily turned around slowly, coming face to face with Frank. She felt as if time had stopped because she didn't believe that he was standing right there in front of her. But it was almost as if time started to speed up just as it had slowed down, because she felt a wave of pure love and anger both take over her system. But of course, anger won out, and Emily started to move towards to the kitchen ignoring Frank.

"Doc, I have something to tell you…"

Emily slammed the dishes down in the sink and marched out into the kitchen and past Frank, but Frank sidestepped and reached out gripping Emily's wrist into his hand, making sure she couldn't move away.

"Emily, Please…"

Emily stood there standing still taking in a gulp of air. In all the time that she had known the man, this was this first time he had used her real name.

"You don't get to do this…" Emily whispered unevenly, her voice betraying her with the emotion that was behind it, replacing the anger she once had with a melancholy tone.

"I am here now Emily… I'm not going to run off again… I am not going to go anywhere—" Frank whispered to the women standing next to him, as he took in that sweet lavender scent he had missed so much.

Emily couldn't believe what she was hearing from this man. Why now? Why did he think that this was a good time to do this? She had finally given up, she had finally let herself be numb from the pain. She wanted to deny everything that he was bringing to the surface, but she couldn't as emotions flooded her system again, returning with a vengeance.

"That's the problem, Frank. How can I trust that you won't run off again, when that was the first ever thing you did? I told you everything about me. I told you all the shit I don't tell anyone… You were the first person in my life who I told everything to... I gave you my heart and you threw me away like I was a piece of trash!"

At this point Emily was now screaming at Frank, letting her tears fall down her face.

"Emily you can—"

"NO FRANK! You don't get to talk… you don't get to say anything!" Emily wailed.

Emily looked up at Frank waiting for him to speak again, to challenge her on her word—but much to her surprise, he didn't. This just angered Emily more.

"You humiliated me Frank! You destroyed everything… I am not angry, I am in pain and you're the one who put me here! You're the one who made me feel like this—heartbroken and alone…"

Emily yanked her wrist out of Franks grasp and stood in front of him getting into his space.

"Emily I never meant to do any of that… I never meant to hurt you...I'm so so sorry… I—"

Emily shoved Frank, hard.

"You! You can't say that to me… not now… Not after you left me in pieces… not after everything you put me through!" Emily sobbed.

Emily pushed Frank again and started to hit his chest with her balled up fists and Frank did nothing to stop her. He deserved all of this, but he just didn't know how to fix it.

"How can you hate me so much… to let me get that close to you without you feeling a damn thing back? How could you let me fall in love with you… God… I'm so fucking stupid…"

Emily manically smiled as tears rolled down her face as she ran both hands through her hair.

"Emily… you're not stupid. Far from it. I know you're not… because I like you too…"

Emily snapped her head back to look at Frank. He "liked" her, what the hell was that supposed to mean? And that was when she did the unthinkable. She slapped Frank Castle across the face so hard that his head whipped around to the other side. Emily was furious and figured that she had every right to slap Frank across the face.

"No Frank! You don't get it… I more than like you… I love you… I love you so much and when you left… you left me even more broken then I already was! Now it is as if there is something missing where you once were… You're my everything, Frank… You're my everything…"

Frank stepped towards Emily, ignoring the throbbing pain in his cheek, as she abruptly took a step back. He knew that she had every right to feel and act like this, but he needed to make himself clear.

"Emily, would you please, just listen to me for a second…"

"Nothing you say, will change anything Frank! Nothing is—"

"Goddamnit Emily! I love you! I love you… I love you… I love you! I was too fucking stupid to figure it out when you told me and I was scared… okay? That's why I ran… I was scared out of my mind that I was going to hurt you… that I was going to lose you… that you would get hurt because of me… I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my life. It's you okay? And it will always be you… I love you…"

Emily stopped fighting Frank, when he placed his hands on her shoulders pulling her towards him. She was hurt and frustrated and angry… but the man always knew how to say the right words just when he needed to most.

"Frank I—"

"Emily… I'm sorry. I am so so sorry that I put you through all of this pain and misery… I realized that when I am with you the world feels like it is moving in a certain elegance that it has never moved in before and my life… my life doesn't feel like a waste anymore… It doesn't feel like I am just a pile of shit… I found that there is beauty in life… and that's all because of you Emily…"

"I…Frank… I just—"

"I know, I know. I'm not asking for you to forgive me, or even if you can. I just need you to know that you're not alone in this… That your feelings are returned. Because I fucking love you with every part of my body and soul and I don't think I can go another day without you knowing—"

Emily came close to Frank and ran a hand through his hair, looking into his eyes. This was the moment where she could tell this man that his hope wasn't lost and she still felt the same—or she could hurt him like he hurt her. She closed her eyes and hoped that she wasn't making the worst decision of her life.

"Just… Shut the fuck up, and kiss me already, Frank…"

Frank was a little confused, but almost instantly he complied, and he just did that. Frank pressed his lips down on top of Emily's fervently. Emily placed both of her hands into Frank's hair and arched her back slightly, to indicate that she wanted Frank to play along and kiss her more passionately.

Frank wrapped his arms around Emily's waist to keep the two of them steady, as he carefully started to lead Emily to a wall. She let him take the lead, as she started to work her way to the collar of Franks leather jacket, until she was trying to slip it off of his arms. Frank let go of Emily's waist, and helped her remove the article of clothing until he had finally reached where he wanted to be.

Emily felt her back press up against the wall and let Frank tilt her head to the side in order to expose the soft, tender flesh of her neck. Frank started to nibble up and down on her neck until he found the sweat spot, just above her collarbone. When he bit down and sucked on the spot tenderly, Emily let out a moan that brought him to pure ecstasy.

Not only that, but being so close to Emily, the intoxicating smell of lavender, once again found its way into controlling Frank's actions. He continued to nip at her neck until returning to kissing Emily's plump lips to passionately kiss her once again. He only parted his lips from hers when he felt Emily trying to say something to him.

"Don't think… for a minute… that I… fucking forgive you… Frank Castle…I'm still… so… fucking… angry…" Emily gasped trying to regain control but evidently failing.

Frank blew air out of his nose and let himself smile at Emily's words. He knew he would be getting hell later, but it was worth it. Emily, licked the bottom of Frank's lip as he happily obliged, letting their tongues fight with each other. Until finally, both Emily and Frank had found themselves at the bottom of each other's shirts.

Emily was the first one to make a move, as she ran her hands down Frank's chest, tracing the outline of his muscles through the thin but soft shirt. Without stopping, she helped maneuver his shirt up and over his head, flinging it somewhere in the living room, before returning to kissing him once again with deep passion. Frank had his hands on Emily's hips, but wanted to get even closer to her. He needed to feel her chest pressed against his own. So, Frank did to Emily what she did to him, only moments ago. He carefully pulled the sweatshirt up and over her head.

Too much of his surprise, she wasn't wearing a shirt, and Frank could take in Emily's slender figure. She was beautiful in the moonlight, standing before him in nothing but her flesh toned bra and pants. Emily wrapped an arm around Frank's neck pulling him closer for another round of kisses, until she had him bracing himself, with both hands placed on the wall by her head, boxing her in. She had pressed herself up against him and now was feeling that Frank desired her just as much as she desired him. Emily never noticed through their hot exchange that Frank once again had his hands on her hips. She didn't notice where his hands were until Frank said one simple word.

"Jump."

And without thinking, Emily jumped up, wrapping her legs around Frank's waist while never breaking contact with his lips. Making sure he had a firm hold on Emily's body, so she wouldn't fall, he moved away from the wall and towards the bedroom. Frank pushed open the door, and threw Emily down on the bed, softly.

Frank moved so he was on top of her, making sure to place his weight in his arms that were holding him up above the women, in order to not to crush the her underneath him. He started to nuzzle her ear and biting it slightly, as she ran her nails down Frank's back making Frank's mind go crazy with the contact. He knew that there wasn't much more he could take before he lost himself within her. He wanted her, all of her, right here and now. However, he didn't want to push her because he knew that they two of them still had a lot to fix in their relationship. So, Frank broke away and kissed Emily's neck, whispering into it.

"I don't want to make you do anything you don't want to do… But I am afraid that if we go any farther… I won't be able to stop…" Frank said breathlessly, his chest rising and falling as if he was out of breath.

Emily listened to Frank and tried to take a deep breath. She was trying to regain the oxygen that she had lost from intensely kissing Frank. She was happy that at least one of them was thinking through this whole thing because if she had to admit, it wasn't her who was thinking. She was too wrapped up in Frank's body to really care much about anything except trying to get closer to him and absorb his warmth.

Emily took a few more deep breaths and then motioned for Frank to look her in her eyes, as her light blue ones met his dark brown ones. She knew that this probably wasn't the mature way to work through their problems or anything to that nature, but she would be lying to herself if she denied wanting this. She wanted to be close to Frank, to have the ability to forget all of what had happened between them, if only for a few moments. She wanted to make love to the man that still held her heart.

"Then don't stop…"

Finally, It is about time! Hopefully I wrote this scene okay... Half of this chapter apparently didn't save from my first draft so the editing on it was a rough one. Let me know what you thought about Frank and Emily finally getting together! And what do you guys think... is there anything that could tare them apart now that they finally admitted that they love one another? *eyebrow wiggle*

Also, Just in case you ignored the top A/N, I hope you all have a wonderful holiday season :)