Authors note: It was gonna be a one chapter thin, but because of people
saying please write more I decided to write one more chapter. It's very
very short. Hope you like it please R&R
He's sitting in the hospital bed, playing with Janie. I know he hates this, I know he hates being treated as though he is ill in a hospital but what can I do? I watch Janie giggle at him and hug him and I am overwhelmed with a feeling of sadness. I don't know why I feel this, he's okay, I know that, but it was too close. Way too close for comfort.
I walk into the room and I'm unaware of a tear falling down my cheek. He sees it and wants to know what's wrong. What do I tell him? That I'm a big baby who cries even though he's okay? I go to sit on the bed next to him and he holds me tight. I breathe him in and I cry more. He just let's me cry, he knows what's wrong, he knows me. Once I stop crying I pull away from him and he looks at me and wipes away a tear that is falling down my face. I love him, I really, really do. He kisses my forehead and tells me not to worry and I don't, I won't. I pull Janie onto my lap and hug her. She looks up at me, bewildered. She wants to know why I'm crying and I tell her that I'm crying because I'm happy. Relieved maybe. They felt like sad tears to me, but I can't tell her that, If she grows up thinking that people cry only when they're happy then maybe I can protect her, protect her like he protects me.
That's why I was scared, I was scared that I would lose the only person who can protect me from the world. He can make me forget the world and that's why I love him. Janie's getting cranky. I know she's tired. She's been in the hospital all day, I don't really like hospitals. It's a bit late to decide that, I work as a nurse in a hospital. I should have decided that before I decided to work in a place that I've grown the hate.
She wants to go home and I want to stay with him. Susan comes in, she's off shift. She offers to take Janie home with her and I can't really refuse the offer. Once Susan has gone with Janie and we're alone together he asks me if I'm okay. It's ironic isn't it? He's the one sitting in a hospital bed and he's asking me if I'm okay. I wanted him to ask. I wanted him to ask, just so that I could sigh and say, 'yeah I'm fine'. There are get well cards and gifts all over the bed side table from the staff of the ER. The hospital has been decorated, it's Christmas tomorrow. The attempts to make the hospital cheerful are scattered everywhere and aren't altogether unsuccessful. I'll probably end up staying overnight here and then Susan will bring Janie to the hospital tomorrow and we'll spend Christmas together in the hospital. It doesn't really matter that Christmas is going to be spent in the hospital without many presents, the important thing is we're going to be together. I've learnt that being together is more important than anything.
I ask him move over and I lie down next to him and cuddle up to him, careful not to hurt him. I lie there in his arms on Christmas Eve, happier than I've ever been. I have him, there might be obstacles in our way but we're gonna get through them. Together.
He's sitting in the hospital bed, playing with Janie. I know he hates this, I know he hates being treated as though he is ill in a hospital but what can I do? I watch Janie giggle at him and hug him and I am overwhelmed with a feeling of sadness. I don't know why I feel this, he's okay, I know that, but it was too close. Way too close for comfort.
I walk into the room and I'm unaware of a tear falling down my cheek. He sees it and wants to know what's wrong. What do I tell him? That I'm a big baby who cries even though he's okay? I go to sit on the bed next to him and he holds me tight. I breathe him in and I cry more. He just let's me cry, he knows what's wrong, he knows me. Once I stop crying I pull away from him and he looks at me and wipes away a tear that is falling down my face. I love him, I really, really do. He kisses my forehead and tells me not to worry and I don't, I won't. I pull Janie onto my lap and hug her. She looks up at me, bewildered. She wants to know why I'm crying and I tell her that I'm crying because I'm happy. Relieved maybe. They felt like sad tears to me, but I can't tell her that, If she grows up thinking that people cry only when they're happy then maybe I can protect her, protect her like he protects me.
That's why I was scared, I was scared that I would lose the only person who can protect me from the world. He can make me forget the world and that's why I love him. Janie's getting cranky. I know she's tired. She's been in the hospital all day, I don't really like hospitals. It's a bit late to decide that, I work as a nurse in a hospital. I should have decided that before I decided to work in a place that I've grown the hate.
She wants to go home and I want to stay with him. Susan comes in, she's off shift. She offers to take Janie home with her and I can't really refuse the offer. Once Susan has gone with Janie and we're alone together he asks me if I'm okay. It's ironic isn't it? He's the one sitting in a hospital bed and he's asking me if I'm okay. I wanted him to ask. I wanted him to ask, just so that I could sigh and say, 'yeah I'm fine'. There are get well cards and gifts all over the bed side table from the staff of the ER. The hospital has been decorated, it's Christmas tomorrow. The attempts to make the hospital cheerful are scattered everywhere and aren't altogether unsuccessful. I'll probably end up staying overnight here and then Susan will bring Janie to the hospital tomorrow and we'll spend Christmas together in the hospital. It doesn't really matter that Christmas is going to be spent in the hospital without many presents, the important thing is we're going to be together. I've learnt that being together is more important than anything.
I ask him move over and I lie down next to him and cuddle up to him, careful not to hurt him. I lie there in his arms on Christmas Eve, happier than I've ever been. I have him, there might be obstacles in our way but we're gonna get through them. Together.