Her head hurt. Scratch that. Her whole body hurt, bad. She opened her eyes and immediately shut them tightly once the light touched them. Too bright. She tried to remember what happened, why she was in so much pain. She remembered headlights and the sounds of honking horns, squealing tires, and screeching metal.

"Sandy!" Her thoughts screamed. Was he okay? Where was he? In fact, where was she? She was in pain so she wasn't dead. She gasped. What if he…? NO! He couldn't be.

Her eyes shot open. She tried to ignore the blinding light. Objects finally began to take shape and she could hear a beeping. She saw an empty chair and machines. She looked to her left and saw a nurse adding something to a drip. It wasn't until Kirsten tried to touch the nurse that she realized that her left arm was in a cast. She gasped in pain as she moved.

"Yeah. I wouldn't try that again." The nurse joked.

"Where's Sandy? Where's my husband?" Kirsten hurriedly asked impatiently. "He's okay, isn't he?" She was really starting to worry. A doctor came in and began to check Kirsten's blood pressure, heart rate, and all that jazz. "Where's Sandy?" She asked again getting impatient. Just then, Sandy popped into her room with a coffee in his hand.

"Of course, you wake up right when I leave. Well I wish I hadda known that earlier, so I wouldn't of had sat here all this time worrying to death." Sandy joked as the nurse left. She smiled at him. Sandy sat in the empty chair as close to her bed as he could be.

"How are you feeling, Mrs. Cohen?" The doctor asked.

"My arm hurts, so does my leg. And my fingers. It all hurts." She concluded.

"Scale of 1-10?"

"8." She answered sheepishly.

"I'll get the nurse to give you some more pain medication." The doctor smiled, leaving the two to themselves.

"You had me worried." Sandy told her.

"You had me worried too." Kirsten retaliated.

"Why were you worried about me?" Sandy asked curiously.

"Because I woke up and you weren't here."

"Well let's be thankful that you did wake up. And with only a broken wrist, a sprained ankle, some broken fingers, and some bruises."

"Yeah. Only!" Kirsten said sarcastically. "So what did you make it out with?" She asked quietly.

"A fractured arm, bruised knee, dislocated shoulder, and a mild concussion." Sandy said with a grin. "They popped my shoulder back into place and gave me a brace for my arm. Then checked my head for anything wrong with it."

"And what did they find?" Kirsten asked playfully.

"Sorry, darling. Your suspicions were incorrect."

"Sounds like you've had a hard night."

"Worst part was I didn't know what shape you were in." Sandy paused. "Speaking of shape, the car is completely totaled."

Kirsten groaned. Just then the doctor walked back in. He tested her touch and pain receptors.

"When will she be able to go home?" Sandy asked quickly. The doctor smiled at him.

"Pretty soon, I think. As long as she is feeling okay." The doctor emphasized and laughed softly. "It depends on how much pain she's in and how well she's responding to medicine. We can base it on how she feels tomorrow."

"Thank you." Sandy replied.

"Do you need anything? Extra blanket, medicine, food?" The doctor asked. When Kirsten gave him a negative answer he exited.

"Where are the boys?" Kirsten asked.

"At home. They were a mess so I sent them home to shower."

"Maybe you better follow your own advice." Kirsten joked. Sandy dramatically threw his hand over his heart and feigned insult. Kirsten laughed at him.

"You want to see them?" Sandy asked.

"Yes please."

"I'll have to go get them. Since I totaled our car." Sandy said bashfully. He placed a kiss on Kirsten's lips and left.

OoOoO

Sandy packed her clothes into her bag. He turned to see her slowly attempting to get out of her bed. He grabbed the bag and threw the strap over his shoulder.

"Kirsten…" He said as he grabbed her arm to help her.

"Sandy… I'm not an invalid."

"No but I got you into this mess now let me help you."

"Please Sandy. How is this your fault?"

"If I wasn't speeding home than…" He glanced up at her.

"Baby, this wasn't your fault."

"Never mind. We have to wait for the boys anyway so just sit back down on the bed." Sandy said as he sat beside her and kissed her temple.

"Where are they anyway?" Kirsten asked.

"I'm not sure. Seth said that he…" Sandy was cut off by the doors opened. In rolled, Seth sitting in a wheelchair being pushed by a humiliated-looking Ryan.

"Seth what is that?" Kirsten asked.

"It's a wheelchair." Seth stated proudly. "Wow. Maybe Mom better be checked for brain damage rather than Dad." He joked.

Kirsten glared at him. "Where did you get that?"

"Duh, Mom. Hospital?" Seth stated while gesturing to the walls. "I had to beat an old lady off of it but I said, 'My mom deserves a wheelchair, especially after my father tried to kill her with a car.'" Seth joked obliviously to his parents' previous conversation. Kirsten looked at Sandy and in turn, he looked at the floor.

"Actually I requested one and Seth sat down and started acting like Captain Ahab." Ryan stated, unimpressed.

Seth shrugged. "Call me Ishmael." He hopped out of the chair and helped his mother into it. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and then grabbed her purse and crutches. Sandy walked to her right, Seth to her left and Ryan pushed her.

"You're going to carry my purse?" Kirsten asked him.

"Anything for you, mother dearest."

"Wow. My dad was right. This chair is humiliating." Kirsten stated.

"Humor us, sweetie." Sandy said as he rubbed her shoulder.

"That's what I told him." Kirsten said with a smile.

OoOoO

Finally they got to the house. Kirsten was completely opposed to using her crutches so she slowly limped to the front door with Sandy's help of course. The boys carried her stuff in. Sandy and Kirsten sat down on the couch together.

"Given the circumstances, I will once again lift the ban on my DVD collection."

"Thanks Seth." Kirsten said.

"What does everyone want for dinner?" Ryan asked.

"Thai?" Kirsten offered.

"Mother you read my mind!" Seth declared and then held his hand out for the money.

Sandy pulled out his wallet and gave Seth the money and the boys left.

"So how are you feeling?" Sandy asked.

"I'm okay." She answered, getting comfortable on the couch. She leaned against Sandy and he played with her hair as she closed her eyes.

"I'm going to take some time off from work to take care of you."

"Sandy, you don't have to do that." She objected drowsily.

"I want to. Plus I'm kinda beat up too." He said with a joking tone. After a long while of sitting and enjoying each others presence, Kirsten flinched and grabbed her left arm. "What? What's wrong?" Sandy asked concerned.

"Nothing." Kirsten answered as she examined her arm. "Felt like something stabbing at me. Like a needle or something."

"Hmm." Sandy added while looking at her arm. The boys walked in with the takeout and the family sat down to dinner.

After dinner, the couple decided to go straight to bed, which opened up a joke that Seth jumped at right away. He made fun of them going to bed so early. What were they? 80? Despite Seth's jeering they did go to bed. They slowly made it up the stairs. Kirsten had to lean on Sandy for support. They finally got to their room. Sandy walked Kirsten to the bed and made her sit down.

"I can dress myself, Sandy." Kirsten objected.

"That might be but I'm not going to let you." Sandy stated. He brought her a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

She smiled at him. "You read my mind!"

"Raise your hands as high as you can, but don't hurt yourself." He instructed kindly. She could raise them up to about shoulder height. Sandy took the hem of her shirt and pulled it carefully over her head and arms. He then slid his t-shirt over her. It hung a little off her figure because of its size. But he found her just as beautiful and sexy as if she was wearing a tight shirt that left little to the imagination. He then worked on her pants and carefully slid them over her waist and down her legs and carefully pulled her feet out. He then slid the boxers onto her. Once he was done he left a kiss on her forehead.

"Thank you, honey." She whispered to him. He smiled at her and then changed his own clothes and got into bed with her. They attempted to get comfortable but couldn't. Every time they'd change their positions they would be hurting the other. The only comfortable way was facing each other but they couldn't be touching. However, twenty years of holding each other while sleeping wasn't likely to stop just like that. It would make sense that once they fell asleep their bodies would be attracted to each other and they would wrap their arms around each other. This wouldn't work.

"Maybe I should sleep in the guest bedroom so I don't hurt you." Sandy offered.

"I don't want you to do that." Kirsten objected.

"But I don't want to hurt you." Sandy stated. "How about I wait until you fall asleep and then I'll move?"

"I guess. I'll still miss you." Kirsten whispered as she moved slowly closer to him.

"Maybe I should sleep on the couch so if you need something…" He paused. "Or get scared by something…" He touched her nose with his pointer finger lightly.

"Sandy… I'm not five." She giggled.

"I know but I don't want you attempting to climb the stairs. Of course by the time you got up there it'd be morning and you wouldn't be afraid anymore."

"I love you." She said ignoring his last comment.

"I love you, too." He answered as she snuggled into him and let sleep overtake her. Sandy was soon asleep also. He didn't make it to the guest bedroom; he didn't make it to the couch. To their amazement the next morning, neither of them had hurt the other.

OoOoO

The next week and a half was full of movies and pampering, for both Kirsten and Sandy. During the day, Sandy would make sure Kirsten kept off of her feet and once the boys got home they would cater to both their parents. Sandy worked some from home. Occasionally Julie would come over and Kirsten would do some work too. They were both healing well. Kirsten's arm was still in a brace. They still hurt when they overdid it or turned a wrong way.

It was time for Sandy to return to work and he demanded Kirsten go with him. He didn't want her slipping at home or overdoing it. She was against it of course, declaring that she was 'fine.' To this Sandy responded that she didn't need to brag. To which he received an exasperated sigh of half flattery half defeat. Turns out, Kirsten enjoyed going with Sandy to work. Work was exciting again for her. She always had something she could help with. Sandy was glad to give it to her and have her feel needed again. He hadn't really put it together before how big of a help she had potential to be. It didn't hurt that they could make out between things either.

Matt was impressed too. Affectionately calling them "the three musketeers." Sometimes Julie would come over and the four would have lunch. Julie would steal her away and they would work on the dating service, leaving Sandy and Matt.

"How can she do that?" Matt asked Sandy in awe.

"Who? Do what?" Sandy asked distracted.

"Kirsten. Run two completely separate things."

"She's amazing." Sandy answered and day dreamed for a moment then directed his attention back to his work.

"Yeah she is." Matt whispered under his breath.

"Huh?" Sandy asked obliviously.

"I didn't say anything." Matt lied.

OoOoO

Kirsten sat at Sandy's computer, concentrating on the screen. Fingers going nuts on the keyboard. She was proofreading the document and fiddling with her necklace when Matt came in, startling her.

"Oh, Matt! You scared me!" She jumped and clutched her chest. She caught her breath and then pressed print.

"Sorry." He apologized.

"There done!" She said, excited as she grabbed the papers from the tray.

"You're amazing." Matt said.

"That's what they tell me." She joked, getting out of the chair. She moved over to the front of the desk and began to put the papers in a briefcase.

"You are. You head two jobs. You're a wonderful mother and a beautiful woman." Matt said as he edged towards her, looking at nothing but her. Kirsten began to feel uncomfortable with his compliments.

"Thanks, Matt." She said uneasily. She desperately prayed for Sandy to come in and relieve the tension. She also regretted telling him that she would be fine for a while alone at the office, allowing her to finish up her work. She had told him, "Besides, Matt will be there."

"Okay, Kirsten. Settle down." She tried to settle herself. "This is all in your mind. It's just Matt. You've seen too many movies." He was right in front of her now. Kirsten focused all of her attention on the papers.

"I've seen the way you look at me." Matt almost whispered. "The way you taunt me in those skirts. In your tight pants."

"Matt?" She whimpered her heart beginning to race.

"The way you lean down in front of me when you're wearing those low cut shirts."

"What are you talking about?" She asked him shakily.

"It's okay. I understand. I want you too." Matt said and extended his hand and rubbed her arm. She flinched away as he touched her. He stood in front of her so she was in between him and the desk.

"What are you doing?" She shrieked as he began to push himself on to her. She put her arms up to stop him. He gently grabbed her arms and slowly returned them to her side while he made eye contact with her. Her eyes were full of fear and tears.

"Don't worry." He said before pushing his mouth to hers and forcing his tongue into her mouth. "I won't hurt you." His hands started with her shirt as he pushed her against the desk. She tried to scream for the second his mouth was off of hers but was too afraid. She put her hands up to get his mouth from hers and succeeded. Her tears were free falling now. She whimpered as his mouth moved roughly on her neck. His hands were roaming harshly over her body. She tried to get him to stop with her hands but was too weak. He replaced his mouth over hers, kissing her insensitively. She squealed and jumped as she felt his cold unkind hands go under her shirt and touch her skin. His hands were small, cold, possessive, and hurried. Not like what she was used to. Not Sandy's. His were protective, warm, and patient. Kirsten cried, wishing he was there to save her.