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The next morning Sara woke feeling much better. Although her body was warm it was in a good way, Greg's body heat was warming her back and she could feel his breath on the back of her neck which was making her hairs stand on end and sending a tingle down her spine.

"Morning sleepy" Sara nearly shot of the bed not realising Greg had been awake the whole time and staring at her.

"Hey there, I could get used to this" she smiled stretching out as her nurse Rebecca came in wheeling two food plates.

"I have brought breakfast, if you feel up to it and we decided we couldn't let you starve" she smiled pulling a table round while Greg helped Sara sit up and began to move of the bed.

"Oh there's no need to move, you both looked so sweet sleeping"

"You know it's creepy knowing you were watching" smiled Greg, as a table was swung round in front of him and a plate full of toast on it.

"Just a few dry pieces for you and water" she said looking at a pouting Sara. "I brought you some orange juice," she said handing Greg a glass.

"Thanks. Hey we should come here more often its better service than the Palms" he grinned tucking into his toast.

"How long have you two been seeing each other?" asked Rebecca checking Sara's drips.

"About two weeks" replied Sara examining her toast.

"Two weeks. Wow I just lost ten bucks, I betted at least a year most betted more"

"You were betting on us. I'm starting to get a disturbing insight into our healthcare system," said Greg eventually taking the toast off Sara and shoving it in her mouth.

"Hey" she mumbled getting crumbs everywhere.

"Well it's food it doesn't need to be examined," he said as Sara chewed at it.

"It's horrible," she moaned.

"Well you can have something better for dinner if you keep that down" smiled Rebecca as Sara held her arm out ready for her pulse to be taken.

"What's better?" asked Sara

"Jello"

Sara mocked a smile.

"How's the leg?"

"Tingles below my knee apart from that nothing" she smiled watching Greg take his piece of buttered toast a wipe it on hers when Rebecca wasn't looking.

"You know I can see that" she said before leaving.

"Your going to get me thrown out" laughed Sara taking his buttered piece.

"Hey. If you throw up it's not my fault" he complained taking hers.

"Err" he spat half of it out. "That's not food that's torture," he cried making Sara laugh.

"It's good to hear that" he smiled.

"What?"

"You laugh," he said leaning in and kissing discarding his food for her lips.

Sara sat starring at her leg.

"Do it in your own time" said the nurse smiling and busying herself at the side of her. Sara now had no choice but to stare at the useless thing attached to her. She was going to change the dressing on, apparently this was important for her getting used to it. She lent forwards and placed her fingers gently between the metal framework and pulled the Velcro of her support.

"Right now lift your leg," said the nurse coming over. Sara was amazed at how much it weighed it was like a dead weight. She lifted it inches of the bed allowing the nurse to pull the support off. Now Sara could see the full damage, her breath seemed to catch. She could see the metal pins going in with dressings around them. The one she was to change went from just above her ankle to just below her knee. Slowly she put her hand against her bare leg. It was the strangest thing she had ever done. Her leg not cold but cool. The worst thing was it was like touching a piece of wood, her fingers could feel the texture but her leg couldn't feel anything. She moved her hand down to her foot feeling but having no sensation of her hand on her foot.

"DAMN" she lent back and slammed her hand against the pillow.

"Sara calm down" said Greg trying his best to support her.

"I can't feel it" she spat angrily. Greg knew she would become frustrated with herself he was amazed at how well she was doing.

"Just get rid of it there's no point in having it" she said tears springing to her eyes.

"Sara…" Greg began but didn't know how to finish instead he just hugged her.

"You need it because with out it you wouldn't stand any chance of been able to walk," said the nurse gently pulling Greg away knowing that Sara was going to have to come to terms with it. It was only now she had actually felt her leg she realised the full impact of it.

"What if I can't?" she sobbed, "I didn't do any thing it's not fair" she cried her reasoning turning into that of a small child's.

"I know Sara, you don't deserve this" said Greg wiping at his own eyes with his sleeve.

"Here" the nurse handed Sara a tissue but she just turned away her cheeks burning red with anger at herself for not been able to this.

"I guess they were wrong," sighed the nurse. "Your friends all told me you'd get through this said you were strong but I guess you'll just give up. Pity sounded like you had a chance"

Greg turned and starred at the nurse but she just winked as Sara shuffled in her bed.

"There's no point in having it and I don't care what they think. They haven't got a leg that doesn't work"

"I guess your right. They don't have anything to self pity about"

"WHAT" shouted Sara sitting bolt upright. "It's not self pity" she spat wiping the tears from her face.

"Oh I didn't mean to sound insulting. I understand you have good reason"

"It's not," said Sara leaning forwards and ripping the dressing from her leg.

"Now that's not self pity" smiled the nurse taking the dressing from Sara.

"Looks like you will be one of the strong one's who doesn't give up" she smiled placing a new dressing on Sara's leg.

"She tricked me didn't she" Sara asked Greg once the nurse had put her support back on and left.

"You just needed a kick up the backside" smiled Greg.

"If I need one again tell me" said Sara managing a half smile.

"I think you're allowed a certain quota of self pity," said Greg rubbing her arm sympathetically.

"How about you massage my good leg"

"Not that much" replied Greg

Sara slapped his arm gently giving a lopsided grin that made Greg burst into laughter.

"You know if you want to talk I'm here," he said sitting on the edge of her bed.

"It was weird. It was like it was a piece of furniture it didn't feel like at was part of me. Only when it tingles or my knee hurts," she said carefully feeling round the metal going into her leg.

"Guess I'm really going to have to find another job" she sighed.

"I think teaching was a good idea. You could scare all the cadets" smiled Greg

"You'll be here wont you?" asked Sara turning to face him.

"Well your sat on my hand so I'm not going far" he replied laughing. "I wouldn't leave if the guys came and dragged me" he finished laying back next her.

"You're stuck with me"

TBC….