Chapter Five

Frasier once again gazed into Lilith's room. She had been moved out of the trauma room and was now just in some recovery room for lack of anywhere else to put her. Frasier desperately wanted to see her. He had to see her.

Lilith's doctor stepped outside the room and looked up at Frasier.

"Can I see her now?" Frasier asked impatiently. "I've been waiting for a very long time," he pointed out. "She's my wife for crying out loud, and I want to see her."

"Calm down," the doctor said. "You can see her. She's still unconscious and will most likely remain that way for hours to come, but you can see her," he said before he walked down the hallway to some other patient.

Frasier thanked the doctor before he walked inside Lilith's room. There she was. She was breathing on her own. She had an IV going into her left arm, and minor bruises were visible on her cheeks from her fall down the stairs outside the wedding chapel. Although the lower portion of her body was covered with a thin blanket, Frasier recalled one of the doctors saying that she had also sprained her ankle in that fall. "Oh, Lilith," Frasier whispered as he walked over and sat down in the chair next to her bed. He picked her right hand up gently and kissed it lightly. "I would have come sooner, but they wouldn't let me see you until now," Frasier continued in his whisper. "God, look what they've reduced you to."

Frasier sighed as he looked at her again. It was painful for him to see her like this, but he did not want to leave her side for he knew the second he turned away was the second she would wake up. He could not allow that to happen. "You know, Lilith, the doctors are saying that it will take hours for you to wake up, but I know you better than that. You have to wake up. You don't have a choice."

There was still no change. The only signal he had that Lilith was even alive was her chest moving up and down slightly every couple seconds. "Come on, Lilith," Frasier begged. "I need you." He squeezed her right hand slightly. "Please," he added.

Frasier could feel his eyes filling with tears. This was Lilith. He needed Lilith. She was his whole world practically. Sure, the two of them lived at opposite ends of the country, but she still meant everything to him. He could not face the idea of losing her. "Come on, Lilith," he repeated.

Finally he started detecting movement. First it was her head turning slightly, and then her eyes began fluttering open. "Lilith," Frasier said again as he wiped his eyes quickly.

"Frasier?" Lilith asked in confusion.

Frasier nodded. "Yes, sweetie, it's Frasier," he said as he sat back down next to her on the bed. She rested her head against his chest, and he wrapped his arm around her. "Lilith, do you know where you are?" he asked seriously.

Lilith took one look at her outfit and surroundings before answering. "A hospital," she answered softly. "Not Boston General either."

Frasier nodded. "That's right," he encouraged. "Do you know how you got here?"

"Headache," Lilith complained as she moved her head down on Frasier's chest. She sighed as she looked out the window. She had seen these signs before. "Frasier," she began.

"Yes?" Frasier asked as he hugged Lilith tightly.

"I'm going to ask you a question, and you're going to answer me with the correct answer," Lilith said seriously. "Am I or am I not in Las Vegas?"

Frasier sighed. "You are," he admitted.

"Why am I in Las Vegas?" Lilith asked. She was almost afraid to hear the answer. The headache, the fact that she could not remember anything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. This was never a good sign. She was definitely afraid to hear the answer, but she had to know. "Frasier," she warned. "I need to know."

"You honestly don't remember?" Frasier asked her.

"If I did, would I be asking?" Lilith responded. "Now please, answer the question."

Frasier nodded. "You deserve to know. Ok, here it goes," he began as he exhaled deeply. "Do you remember flying to Seattle?"

Lilith looked at him as if he was insane. "I was in Seattle?" she asked in disbelief.

Frasier nodded again. "You were very upset because Brian had--"

"Oh, that I remember clearly," Lilith interrupted. "Those few days were the worst of my life. I don't need a reminder." She looked up at Frasier with slight embarrassment. "I guess you know how that feels," she added meekly.

Frasier shrugged his shoulders slightly and pulled Lilith closer to him. She was sitting in his lap now, and her head still rested against his chest. "Well, after you arrived in Seattle, you came down to the station and found me in my booth. Shortly after, you broke down crying because of, well, because of the thing," Frasier explained as best he could without mentioning Brian's name.

"I offered to take you to the club with Niles that night since it was something special involving wine," Frasier began. "Once we got there, we were practically all over each other, so I don't remember what exactly the meeting was about. Anyway, during my meeting with the station manager and Niles, you must have treated yourself to some shopping because when you arrived at my apartment…oh baby."

Lilith smiled slightly. "Thank you, Frasier," she told him. "I needed that."

"Not a problem," Frasier told her as he placed a small kiss on her forehead. "It was enchanting."

"You mean slutty," Lilith corrected him.

"In an enchanting way," Frasier argued back. "Anyway, we went to the club, and Niles kept trying to keep us apart. We eventually ditched him and started bar hopping. By that point, we were pretty drunk. I don't know what you were doing at some parts, but in one bar I was actually looking for Norm."

"Really?" Lilith questioned.

"For a few seconds, but then I wanted more tequila," Frasier admitted. "God, we were so drunk."

"And we just bar hopped our way down to Vegas?" Lilith asked in disbelief. "If that was the case, we would not be here yet."

Frasier nodded. "I know. I'm getting there, but this is the part that's still a bit blurry to me. Throughout the whole thing, you had more to drink than I did, but I was still very drunk. Anyway, we were kicked out of the fourth or fifth bar we went to that night. You wanted to go to another one, but I wanted to do something else."

Lilith frowned slightly. "What else?" she asked.

"I wanted to get married again," Frasier admitted. "Don't just blame the liquor because they say alcohol only enhances the feelings we truly have. I do love you, Lilith."

"Oh my god," Lilith said softly. "I don't believe this. Frasier, I am so embarrassed. This just isn't like me."

"Well, Lilith, one of the reasons you agreed to marry me was because there was wine at weddings," Frasier reminded her. "You drank practically the whole way down, and you searched the chapel for some of their wine. I remember when it was time for us to actually get married, the minister found you in the back clutching the wine for dear life." He sighed as he moved some of Lilith's hair out of her face. "It's a good thing the EMTs found you when they did. I'm surprised you survived with all that alcohol you consumed in that short period of time."

"Great, embarrass me further," Lilith muttered. She sighed heavily. "Then what?"

Frasier smiled. "Well, we had the ceremony. Afterwards, we just stumbled out of there and passed out. I passed out on the grass while you must have tripped on the stairs or something since that's where the EMTs found you. God, I could barely remember anything of that night at that moment, but I was scared the entire ambulance ride over here. You scared me, Lilith. You're not allowed to do that ever again, do you understand?"

Lilith nodded slightly. "Hopefully I won't have to. I don't ever want to be that drunk again, do you understand?" she asked seriously.

"Of course," Frasier promised. He looked down at her again. "Wait, Lilith?" he asked.

"What?"

"You said you're embarrassed about this whole thing," Frasier reminded her. Lilith nodded. "Does that mean you want a divorce?"