Part 8...
0830 EDT
Bethesda Naval Hospital
Room 212...
"And how are we feeling this
morning Gunnery Sergeant Galindez?" A nurse called cheerily as she walked
into the hospital room and over to the window, opening the curtains.
Victor muttered something rude in Spanish, his voice thick with sleep and
rolled his head to the side slipping back into a doze.
"Not much of a morning
person, are you Vic," Austin cooed running her fingers over his face
gently.
"Wanna...sleep..."
"I just came to tell you the doctor will be in at about 1000 and after he
examines you he will be signing your release papers."
Victor opened one eye a slit and looked at the nurse. "Home?"
"As long as there will be someone there to help you the first few days,
yes we're planning on releasing you."
"I'll be there with him. I have today and tomorrow off," Austin
answered missing Victor's frown.
Austin seeing him so weak and basically helpless was not what Victor Galindez
wanted. If they had been married, or dating longer he might have felt
differently, but that wasn't the case. "You should be at work."
"The Admiral gave me today and tomorrow off," Austin replied her tone
confused. "You didn't have a problem with this last night."
"I wasn't thinking straight last night."
"Oh."
"Well I suppose Tiner can check in on you then or something. Maybe
Harriet," Austin got out of the chair and went to the small closet where
she'd left her jacket and purse the night before.
"Aus, wait," He didn't want to see her go away when she was so
obviously hurt. He didn't want to hurt her and the more he thought about it the
less he wanted to be alone. He'd been alone most of the time after he'd been
shot in the six and he'd gotten bored and lonely. If Austin was around they
could cuddle together on the sofa or in the bed. Besides, if his mother found
out what had happened and that he was alone Victor could almost guarantee that
she'd be on his doorstep and he didn't need that much TLC.
"No, you're so concerned that
I'm not working I might as well go in. I'll stop by after work and get my bag.
I'd hate to infringe on your private space."
Oh hell, Victor thought to himself. If Austin walked out the door now
they were through. She was way beyond angry and he couldn't blame her one bit.
He had been a jerk.
"Could you excuse us for a minute or two, Ma'am?" he asked the nurse.
"Certainly. Just buzz me when you're finished and I'll come back in to
check your blood pressure and pulse."
"Austin, come back here please."
"No."
"Aus, please..." Victor coaxed.
"You hurt my feelings," Austin accused moving a step or two closer to
the bed.
"I'm sorry Aus, I do want you around. It's just that-well, I'm a
Marine-"
"And Marines are tough and strong and never need help?" Austin
finished for him crossing her arms over her chest.
"Something like that...sounds stupid, huh?" Victor chuckled.
"It is stupid," Austin cried feeling tears spring into her eyes.
"Hey...Aus, come here," Victor called softly holding a hand out to
her as the first tear slid haltingly down her cheek.
She walked to the bed and dropped into the chair again pressing her face
into her hands while she sniffled and cried.
"I'm sorry Austin...please don't cry...please," he pleaded.
"I-I thought...we...had a relationship," Austin sniffled lifting her
face to look at him.
"We do, we do. I was just being a jerk earlier," He wiped the tears
from her face leaning forward to press his lips against her cheek. "Just
think about all the snuggling we can do with no interruptions once we're
home."
"That might be nice," Austin nodded.
"I agree Miss Bradford. How about you go freshen up a little and I'll get
the nurse in here again so she can do what she needs to do."
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0900 EDT
JAG Headquarters
Falls Church, Virginia...
"Good Morning People,"
AJ called as he stepped into the conference room for the daily staff meeting.
He looked around the table noting Austin's normal spot was empty. Good, he'd
been worried she might come in anyway despite his order. She'd told him, on
more than one occasion, that technically he had no authority over her and she
obeyed his orders out of respect. He really liked her spunk...too bad she was
young enough to be his daughter and involved with Gunny.
"Sir, where is Miss Bradford?" Loren Singer asked.
"I gave her the day off Lieutenant. Is that all right with you?" AJ
questioned raising an eyebrow at the pushy young attorney. Singer hadn't made
much attempt to hide her anger at Austin getting an office of her own while she
was still relegated to the bullpen.
"Of course Sir, I didn't mean anything by what I said. I just wanted to be
sure someone didn't need to go remind her it was a staff meeting."
"Let's get started. First I'd
like to let all of you know that Gunny won't be in for the rest of this week
probably. He was the victim of an attempted mugging last night. He's fine...a
little bruised but when I talked to him a little while ago he said it was no
worse than the way he felt during boot camp."
"Sir, may I interrupt for a little bit?" Harriet requested politely.
"Of course you may Lieutenant."
"I just wanted you all to know that I am getting a sunshine basket
together for Gunny. It's in the breakroom and Lieutenant Roberts and I are
going to bring it by his home after work today. That's all I had to say
sir."
"Thank you Lieutenant, that's an excellent idea you had. I'm sure Gunny
will appreciate it very much."
Isn't that sweet. Maybe I should put in some condoms so he doesn't get his
new girlfriend in a family way, Loren Singer thought nastily. She hated
that Austin was with the Gunny. She'd been thinking he might be fun for a
little relaxation and then Roberts' stupid cow of a wife had introduced the
Marine to Austin. It had been all over after that, not that she'd caught them
in the supply closet in a compromising position or anything, but every time
Austin walked through the bullpen Gunny's eyes were on her. It just wasn't
fair.
"All right people...let's get to work," the Admiral ordered making
Singer jump when she realized she'd missed the entire staff meeting.
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