KPOV

After much debating I had convinced Rob not to sleep in his chair that night. It couldn't be comfortable and it didn't allow him to be close enough to me. Somehow I managed to get him to agree to sharing the hospital bed with me. It wasn't an easy task, he fought me all the way, giving me reason after reason why it was a bad idea, but I didn't care and in the end I got my way.

As anyone who has tried to share a hospital bed knows it's a pretty tight fit so of course Rob's main concern was hurting me. I couldn't have cared less about that. I was already in pain anyway, might as well be in pain with him next to me.

I tried to keep my face from showing any signs of anguish as I made room for him, but I don't think I did a very good job. He frown at me a little before climbing in himself. His long, lean body slid in next to me, but he stayed as close to the edge of the bed as possible.

He couldn't hold me in his arms like we both wanted. Instead he laid his arm flat in the small space between our bodies and I placed mine on top of it, tightly interlocking our fingers.

That night I got the best night of sleep anyone could expect to get in a hospital.

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I awoke the next morning to find Rob's body slightly closer to mine, his soft stubble tickled my shoulder as he nuzzled into my neck. I couldn't help the smile that grew on my face. He was even more beautiful when he slept, almost innocent and angelic looking, and he looked so peaceful too.

I kissed his cheek lightly and repeatedly until his eyes finally fluttered open. He smiled brightly, but then scooted back quickly.

"Crap, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to get so close. Are you okay?" he asked nervously, running his fingers through that messy hair as he looked down and away from me.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm fine, really good actually. The only thing that could be better would be waking up next you not in a hospital."

"Soon, love," he promised as he kissed me softly and lifted himself from the bed.

I really did feel much better. My face felt like my own again, like it had returned to a normal size too. I bravely took a handheld mirror from my nightstand and looked at myself for the first time in days.

Okay, so maybe I wasn't completely back to normal. My left eye would open just fine now, but it was still bruised pretty badly. The same went for my right cheek which was a deep shade of purple and the cut on my lip was still clearly visible as well. Made me glad I hadn't seen myself sooner when things had been worse.

The pain in my ribs was still constant, but it was more of a dull ache rather than the stabbing agony it had previously been. If I had to I would be able to bear it without any medication, but I didn't have to go without just yet.

All in all I was just ready to be out of the hospital. They're depressing and I already had enough crap on my mind…like where in the hell I was going to go when I did get out.

My fight was far from over, but I wasn't making in progress stuck here. I was ready to be out and get on with things.

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RPOV

I was beyond thrilled with Kris' improvement, but it also meant that drastic changes were coming for us.

While she was in the hospital we were able to keep ourselves enclosed in our own little world. We didn't have to worry about anyone else or everyday problems, it was just us in a bubble. Hell, I hadn't even been working.

That would soon change though. I'd have to go to Italy, where I was already supposed to be filming a movie. As hard as it would be for me to be that far away from Kris' right after something like this I knew things would be even tougher for her. She'd have a divorce to go through and then she would basically have to rebuild her whole life. I just hoped I could be there for her through most of it, that was the least I could do.

Since Kris was feeling better she insisted I get out of the hospital for awhile, I protested naturally, but in the she won by pointing out that I hadn't shaved, showered or changed clothes in the days I had stayed there with her. Apparently, those things were a necessity if I planned on cuddling up to her again that night…and I very much did plan on that, just more carefully this time.

I reluctantly went back to my hotel and quickly hurried through the hygienic tasks at hand. I was eager to get back to Kris, but I did have business that unfortunately had to be taken care of first.

More or less everyone in my professional life was pissed at me. I was holding up production of New Moon, wasting everyone's time and costing the studio a good deal of money. I really didn't mean to be a pain in everyone's ass, but Kris needed me and there was no way I was leaving yet.

I called the powers that be and promised I'd be in Italy within a week, the same promise I had made the week before because I really had no idea when I'd be able, or ready, to leave.

Before heading back to the hospital I made a trip into the city for a bit. I had a surprise in mind for Kris when she got out, but it would take some time, and money, to get together. It would be well worth it though.

When I did made it back to the hospital I was greeted by a familiar, very unfriendly face making a scene at the front desk…Steven.

As tempted as I was to grab him and physically and very forcefully remove him from the building myself I instead hung back and observed how the staff was going to handle him.

"What do you mean I can't see her? I'm her husband for Christ's sake!" Steven raged.

The administrating nurse looked frazzled, but remained claim and respectful. "Sir, I'm sorry, but someone in her…condition can only have pre-approved visitors and you're not on her list."

Seemed like a nice way of saying you can't see her because you're the one who put her here and I hoped Steven caught on to that.

"Then just who in hell is on the list?" he continued on, wearing down the nurse's patience.

"I can't disclose that, sir."

"Call my wife, I'd like to speak to her. Now!" Steven demanded.

The nurse now looked a little panicked, like she was unsure how to proceed.

"That won't be necessary," I said, finally stepping forward to handle things.

"Oh, it's you," Steven seethed. "Just wonderful, and let me guess…you are on the ultra exclusive visitors list?"

"You're damn right I am. I'm the one who has been here with Kris day and night, looking out for her, making sure she's okay. Where the hell have you been?"

He simply rolled his eyes, the smug bastard. "You can't keep me away from my own wife."

"I'm not keeping you from anything, she's keeping herself from you. And can you blame her? Do you really think she would want to see you after what you've done to her?"

"Doesn't matter what she wants, she'll have to see me eventually. She lives with me you know, and she is still my wife. Don't forget that, Robby boy," he smiled sinisterly before turning to walk away.

"We'll see about that, all of it," I called out, my fists clenched tightly at my side. It took all the restraint I had to keep from punching him.

I wasn't much of a fighter, never had been, but if anyone deserved to be knocked out it was that guy. He had a lot of nerve even showing up here and on top of that he still thought he was in control and could manipulate both the situation and Kris.

Not anymore, not as long as I was in the picture.

A/N: Go Rob, stepping up for Kris ;)

Speaking of Rob, I would have had this all typed up earlier today, but then all of the sudden there were shirtless pics of Rob filming New Moon all of the world wide web. Very distracting! All I can say is thank god my story is just a story, if Rob was really delaying filming over some chick we wouldn't have those glorious shirtless pics *drools* So yummy!