Sleeping a chair cushioned or not wouldn't help her stiff back. She refused to leave she didn't want him to wake up alone to have no one there to hear his first words. She pondered the idea of asking Rose to stay here with him longer so she could actually sleep. She was his wife she would stay here as long as possible. She kept her days busy by reading to him and to herself. Their wasn't much to talk about she spent all her time here and when she wasn't she spent her time so she could hurry up and come back here. She didn't talk to any one except the nurses and the occasional doctor that came to check in on him once a day. When Rose came to visit him everyday from about 2:30 till 5 she went home to shower, change and grab something to eat if she felt like it. She usually just picked something up on the way. She shouldn't be mad at him it wasn't his fault someone planted a bomb in the precinct. She did have to admit he was pretty stupid going back in for a piece of paper, she glanced at the picture placed beside him on the table. The edges burnt. She would get hundreds more if that's what he wanted just please wake up.
"Now I think your trying to avoid me" He laid there, his machines beeping at her mocking her that they were doing something and she couldn't.
"You better wake up because I refuse to raise this child by myself. And you better be awake by the time I go into the delivery room so you can hold my hand tell me that you love me" she had trouble with the last words she was trying to keep back sobs "and that everything is ok" She wished the moment would past so she could continue talking.
While I'm screaming at you how much I hate you and that I will never let you touch me again" She managed between sobs. Damn hormones. She closed her eyes hoping that would stop the tears that keep coming. She hated when people saw her cry it showed weakness.
"Well if you put it that way" Her eyes coming open. She looked at him, his eyes looked like he was half asleep and drugged as they slowly opened and he licked his lips.
New tears came down her face as she went to him, she bent down to kiss his forehead but him being the man he was brought his head up so their lips touch, once, twice. She sat down on the edge of his bed. He slowly grinned his natural grin.
"How are you feeling?"
"Well if I keep getting the response I was getting I'm gonna be awesome" She playfully his arm
"I have to go tell the nurses your awake" She got up of the bed and started to walk or should we say waddle towards the door.
"Sit your ass down, that's what this is for" He holds up his call cord. And presses it. Moments later a nurse comes in.
"Everything alright Mrs. Boscorelli?" not noticing her awake patient.
"I thought I was the patient" He said seriously whiched caused everyone to laugh. She didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he was awake, not better but he was awake that's all that mattered.
She waited for nurse and doctor to check him over. Still couldn't believe he was awake. She smiled to herself when she heard him arguing with both the nurses and the doctors about how he was feeling and when he could go home. That's just like him. Always having to have the last word in. He didn't like to loose either. Neither the nurse nor doctor was backing down, nor the patient. The nurse looked her away and she shook her head no she wasn't going to get involved in this. She wondered if he knew he wasn't getting out tonight like he had planned. He'd woken up a few hours ago and just because he had woken up that he was ok to go home. Just wait until the pain medication wore off, he'd figure out how injuries he really did have. He'd whine like a baby about it too.
"Your not going home" She broke through all of them. All stopping mid-sentence to look at her.
"You will stay here until you are allowed to go home and not any sooner understood?" He nodded knowing when to throw the towel in. The doctors left soon after that. He didn't say much after that all he did was hold out his hand and slide over very carefully she could see him trying to keep the words escaping from his mouth. She took his hand as she climbed into bed with each other. This is how it was supposed to be.
