She awoke to find bright fluorescent lights hanging over her head. A large calloused hand brushed a lock of hair out of her face and she looked over to see her brother there, looking awfully concerned. "Hey sis." He said, and she went to reply to find a tube down her throat and she frowned. "I think the doc's gonna take that out when he comes by, but at the moment, it's nice to find you silent." She grinned. "You gave us all a fright you know, you almost died."
She really hadn't meant to almost die, she thought the aspirin would do it. And she was hoping to avoid the queasy feeling in her stomach. She hated what the only things that worked did to her digestive tract. "Don't ever do that again, this old man's heart can't take it." She grinned again and looked expectantly up at the doctor.
"Right, you're awake. Feeling up to breathing on your own?" She nodded. "Well then, I suppose we can take this out then." he tapped the ET tube and unhooked the ventilator from it. "Right, on the count of three, cough. One, two, three." She coughed and with a fluid motion the tube was out and the doctor quickly wrapped the thin tube across her face and behind her ears to give her some pure oxygen. "So, do you know what happened, I hear you went through med school." She glared pointedly at Aaron who tried to look innocent.
"PE." She said, trying to sound nonchalant.
"Right. Now why weren't you on anti-coags?" She shrugged.
"No insurance. And they make me puke." The doctor shook his head.
"You're going to stay here overnight, we'll move you to a private room tomorrow, and you'll be in here for a week. And we will give you a script for coumadin which you will take." she frowned and rolled her eyes.
"Anything else?"
"Nope. You're a patient I shouldn't have had. You had a DVT the size of a golf ball in your leg and you have a history of blood clots, you should have known the symptoms. If I ever see you in here again, you're going to get more than just a stern talking to, and I'm pretty sure all the people around here will agree." She smiled sheepishly as the doctor walked out.
"Garret?" She asked and her brother grinned.
"He went to grab a cup of coffee. We're claiming he's family."
"ICU?" She asked, surprised to find the place to feel very much like a private room. Her brother nodded.
"You know, I think I can erase all my doubts about that guy. He looked just as worried as I did. When he called me on the phone he sounded like he was on the verge of snapping Ziggy." She glared at her brother as the man in question walked in.
"Ziggy?" Garret asked and if looks could kill her brother would have been keeled over right there.
"Her middle name's Czigany. Ziggy for short." She wanted to forcibly strangle her brother. She could see the humor in Garret's eyes though, and she relaxed just a bit. The two men exchanged a glance and she could see that the tension between them had eased, there was no longer the fight taking place between the two of them, Aaron had conceded that she might just be well off with Garret.
"I'm going to go get a cup of coffee." The taller man got up, taking the obvious hint to leave the couple alone.