Who's a Weak Onna?
Chapter 13
Coming Back Up
Wufei awoke with Sally next to him, watching him carefully. His head had a small man beating a very large drum in time with his heartbeat, so it was hard to think.
The last thing he remembered clearly was coming home from physical therapy in so much pain that he'd decided to take some of the pain medication he had left over in his drawer.
David, the physical therapist had been warning him about "overdoing it".
He'd overdone it.
Then he vaguely remembered taking a few more pills, since one hadn't even begun to ease the throbbing pain in his leg.
"I think I had a nightmare," he said in a dry croak.
Sally helped him sit up and gave him a long drink of water.
"A nightmare?" she repeated.
"I dreamed I took a shower with Maxwell," said Wufei. "And it was cold."
"That wasn't a nightmare."
Wufei said several naughty words in Mandarin, which made Sally bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling.
"Wufei, do you know what happened?"
"Vaguely," he replied.
"What do you remember?" she asked him.
"Aside from the shower, coming home from physical therapy in some pain," he said.
"Is that when you decided to take four pain pills?" she asked him in a severe tone.
"Yes." He dipped his head and took another drink.
"How do you know there were four?" he asked.
"Because that's what came back up."
He winced. "I remember that now."
"Wufei, you have to swear to me you'll never do anything like that again!" pleaded Sally.
"I talked to David Schwab, the physical therapist, and he told me you're pushing yourself much, much too hard." She took a deep breath.
"It will come, eventually, just let it!" she said, taking his hand and squeezing it.
"I want to be a whole man again!" he cried, wrenching his hand away to cover his face.
"And where did you get the idea you weren't?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he said hoarsely.
"Oh, Wufei," she exclaimed.
She put her arms around him and he tensed.
"Don't you want me whole, Sally, a whole, complete, strong man? I'm a useless cripple! Until a few weeks ago, I couldn't even go to the toilet by myself! I'm tired of being like this!"
"But you're only looking at what you still can't do, not what you've accomplished!" she said to him earnestly.
"You've already exceeded every expectation and it's still not enough for you, is it?" she asked, shaking her head.
He shook his head slowly. "I just don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I just want everything to be the way it used to be."
A sob escaped from his throat and he bit down on his lip until he could taste blood.
"It's all right to cry," said Sally. "It beats the hell out of taking too many pain pills, scaring the hell out of everyone who loves you and almost killing yourself!"
He curled up on his side and his shoulders and chest heaved silently. Sally lay down next to him and put her arms around him from behind, making comforting noises.
"Everyone knows, don't they?" he asked after a few minutes, in a choked voice. "Just us," she said, "Quatre, Trowa, Duo and I, and the staff here, of course."
"I'm never coming out of this room again," he said, and she couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
"Yes, you are, if we all have to drag you kicking and screaming, you are getting out of this bed and having a life again," she threatened, reaching over and pinching his ear hard.
"Ow!" he said, rubbing his ear. "What was that for?"
"If you're going to act like a brat, I'm going to treat you like one," she warned, raising her and giving him a resounding smack on his butt.
"Ow, woman! Stop this nonsense at once. You will NOT spank me!"
"OH, and who's going to stop me, Mr. Weak Onna?" she sat up, rolling away and he tried to grab her.
"I'm not a weak onna!" he growled, lunging for her again and missing as she deftly slid off the silk comforter and stood up.
"Neither am I!" she said loudly, and grabbing a pillow, hit him in the face with it with enough force to send him sprawling back on the bed.
"Not fair, I'm not armed," he said, scowling at her. "Injustice! I will defeat you, in spite of your cowardly advantage of two sound legs!"
"No you won't!" she yelled, hitting him again with her pillow. "I am the stronger, I will prevail!"
He grabbed for the other pillow and swung at her. His headache was receding, he noted in the back of his mind. No matter, he had fought injured and in pain before. On with the battle!
He hopped to his feet, keeping the weight carefully off of his injured leg as Sally launched a pillow at him from the opposite side of the room.
"Foolish move, now you're unarmed!" he said, picking up the pillow he'd almost managed to dodge and throwing it back at her.
She squealed as it hit her in the back as she ran for the other side of the room.
"But now I'm armed again," she said in a teasing voice, pretending to stalk him, pillow raised to strike.
"Take your best shot!" Wufei said, grinning faintly in spite of himself.
Sally lunged suddenly and whacked Wufei resoundingly on the butt with her pillow.
He tried to swing his pillow in time to do the same, but overbalanced and fell back on the bed, loosing his grip on the silk pillowcase.
Sally quickly straddled him and held down his arms with her knees.
"I am victorious, Dragon!" she crowed, carefully avoiding his injured leg. The cast he wore protected it, but he'd already been in pain once today.
He bared his throat to her and said, "Do with me what you will, then," in such a seductive voice that she caught her breath. Then gently bent to claim his neck with a long lick, then a small nip that she licked again to sooth and then a long trailing kiss.
"I don't think I mind losing; this time," he said with a gasp.
"Sometimes, surrender can gain you the most advantage," Sally purred, brushing her lips against his mouth.
"I'm finding the terms of surrender most enjoyable," he said, turning his head so she could bless the other side of his neck with an openmouthed kiss, too.
"Before I state the rest of my terms, I need to get up and lock the door," she said, indicating the door which had been put back on the hinges.
"After all, this IS a private peace treaty," she added.
"But, are you sure I'm up to, um, further negotiations?" he asked.
"We can consider it physical therapy," she said, coming back from locking the door and sliding off her blouse. "A necessary part of recovery."
"Besides, one of my terms of surrender is that I am in control. You must lie there and promise to do as little as possible. Remember, I am the victor."
"I humbly submit to your terms, oh victorious one." He closed his eyes.
"I'll be gentle," she said, bending over him and taking her long hair out of its barrette at the nape of her neck and letting it trail onto his bare chest.
He moaned wordlessly and reached up to her face as she lowered her mouth to his and kissed him again.
"Parts of me are disobeying your wishes," he said quietly. "I don't seem to be able to keep them from doing nothing."
"I suppose that its inevitable that no surrender is accomplished without a little problem coming up," she said, smiling lasciviously.
"Little?" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"I apologize," she said, reaching down and stroking him through his pajama bottoms. "It seems to be a bigger problem than I first anticipated."
"You're so good at taking care of problems," he said, "Do you think you can remedy this one?"
"I'll certainly try my best."
Chapter 13
Coming Back Up
Wufei awoke with Sally next to him, watching him carefully. His head had a small man beating a very large drum in time with his heartbeat, so it was hard to think.
The last thing he remembered clearly was coming home from physical therapy in so much pain that he'd decided to take some of the pain medication he had left over in his drawer.
David, the physical therapist had been warning him about "overdoing it".
He'd overdone it.
Then he vaguely remembered taking a few more pills, since one hadn't even begun to ease the throbbing pain in his leg.
"I think I had a nightmare," he said in a dry croak.
Sally helped him sit up and gave him a long drink of water.
"A nightmare?" she repeated.
"I dreamed I took a shower with Maxwell," said Wufei. "And it was cold."
"That wasn't a nightmare."
Wufei said several naughty words in Mandarin, which made Sally bite the inside of her lip to keep from smiling.
"Wufei, do you know what happened?"
"Vaguely," he replied.
"What do you remember?" she asked him.
"Aside from the shower, coming home from physical therapy in some pain," he said.
"Is that when you decided to take four pain pills?" she asked him in a severe tone.
"Yes." He dipped his head and took another drink.
"How do you know there were four?" he asked.
"Because that's what came back up."
He winced. "I remember that now."
"Wufei, you have to swear to me you'll never do anything like that again!" pleaded Sally.
"I talked to David Schwab, the physical therapist, and he told me you're pushing yourself much, much too hard." She took a deep breath.
"It will come, eventually, just let it!" she said, taking his hand and squeezing it.
"I want to be a whole man again!" he cried, wrenching his hand away to cover his face.
"And where did you get the idea you weren't?" she asked him.
"I don't know," he said hoarsely.
"Oh, Wufei," she exclaimed.
She put her arms around him and he tensed.
"Don't you want me whole, Sally, a whole, complete, strong man? I'm a useless cripple! Until a few weeks ago, I couldn't even go to the toilet by myself! I'm tired of being like this!"
"But you're only looking at what you still can't do, not what you've accomplished!" she said to him earnestly.
"You've already exceeded every expectation and it's still not enough for you, is it?" she asked, shaking her head.
He shook his head slowly. "I just don't know. I don't know anything anymore. I just want everything to be the way it used to be."
A sob escaped from his throat and he bit down on his lip until he could taste blood.
"It's all right to cry," said Sally. "It beats the hell out of taking too many pain pills, scaring the hell out of everyone who loves you and almost killing yourself!"
He curled up on his side and his shoulders and chest heaved silently. Sally lay down next to him and put her arms around him from behind, making comforting noises.
"Everyone knows, don't they?" he asked after a few minutes, in a choked voice. "Just us," she said, "Quatre, Trowa, Duo and I, and the staff here, of course."
"I'm never coming out of this room again," he said, and she couldn't tell if he was serious or not.
"Yes, you are, if we all have to drag you kicking and screaming, you are getting out of this bed and having a life again," she threatened, reaching over and pinching his ear hard.
"Ow!" he said, rubbing his ear. "What was that for?"
"If you're going to act like a brat, I'm going to treat you like one," she warned, raising her and giving him a resounding smack on his butt.
"Ow, woman! Stop this nonsense at once. You will NOT spank me!"
"OH, and who's going to stop me, Mr. Weak Onna?" she sat up, rolling away and he tried to grab her.
"I'm not a weak onna!" he growled, lunging for her again and missing as she deftly slid off the silk comforter and stood up.
"Neither am I!" she said loudly, and grabbing a pillow, hit him in the face with it with enough force to send him sprawling back on the bed.
"Not fair, I'm not armed," he said, scowling at her. "Injustice! I will defeat you, in spite of your cowardly advantage of two sound legs!"
"No you won't!" she yelled, hitting him again with her pillow. "I am the stronger, I will prevail!"
He grabbed for the other pillow and swung at her. His headache was receding, he noted in the back of his mind. No matter, he had fought injured and in pain before. On with the battle!
He hopped to his feet, keeping the weight carefully off of his injured leg as Sally launched a pillow at him from the opposite side of the room.
"Foolish move, now you're unarmed!" he said, picking up the pillow he'd almost managed to dodge and throwing it back at her.
She squealed as it hit her in the back as she ran for the other side of the room.
"But now I'm armed again," she said in a teasing voice, pretending to stalk him, pillow raised to strike.
"Take your best shot!" Wufei said, grinning faintly in spite of himself.
Sally lunged suddenly and whacked Wufei resoundingly on the butt with her pillow.
He tried to swing his pillow in time to do the same, but overbalanced and fell back on the bed, loosing his grip on the silk pillowcase.
Sally quickly straddled him and held down his arms with her knees.
"I am victorious, Dragon!" she crowed, carefully avoiding his injured leg. The cast he wore protected it, but he'd already been in pain once today.
He bared his throat to her and said, "Do with me what you will, then," in such a seductive voice that she caught her breath. Then gently bent to claim his neck with a long lick, then a small nip that she licked again to sooth and then a long trailing kiss.
"I don't think I mind losing; this time," he said with a gasp.
"Sometimes, surrender can gain you the most advantage," Sally purred, brushing her lips against his mouth.
"I'm finding the terms of surrender most enjoyable," he said, turning his head so she could bless the other side of his neck with an openmouthed kiss, too.
"Before I state the rest of my terms, I need to get up and lock the door," she said, indicating the door which had been put back on the hinges.
"After all, this IS a private peace treaty," she added.
"But, are you sure I'm up to, um, further negotiations?" he asked.
"We can consider it physical therapy," she said, coming back from locking the door and sliding off her blouse. "A necessary part of recovery."
"Besides, one of my terms of surrender is that I am in control. You must lie there and promise to do as little as possible. Remember, I am the victor."
"I humbly submit to your terms, oh victorious one." He closed his eyes.
"I'll be gentle," she said, bending over him and taking her long hair out of its barrette at the nape of her neck and letting it trail onto his bare chest.
He moaned wordlessly and reached up to her face as she lowered her mouth to his and kissed him again.
"Parts of me are disobeying your wishes," he said quietly. "I don't seem to be able to keep them from doing nothing."
"I suppose that its inevitable that no surrender is accomplished without a little problem coming up," she said, smiling lasciviously.
"Little?" he said, raising his eyebrows.
"I apologize," she said, reaching down and stroking him through his pajama bottoms. "It seems to be a bigger problem than I first anticipated."
"You're so good at taking care of problems," he said, "Do you think you can remedy this one?"
"I'll certainly try my best."