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"How can you loose your sense of touch?" Jude paced barefooted in the doctor's office. She'd been rambling for the past few minutes uninterrupted.The doctor watched herwalk across the room multiple times, her legs swishing against the silky fabric ofthe evening gown she still wore.She finally exhaled, and flopped into the plush chair in front of his desk.
Dr. Williamson stared at her a few moments, wondering if she was really finished with her rant.
"It's hard to diagnose Mr. Quincy's condition with him refusing treatment of any kind which is precisely why we must encourage you as a close friend of his, and all of the rest of his family and friends to persuade him to do a few tests."
Jude smiled to herself and shook his head. "I don't think that's going to work out to well. Quincy's stubborn. He's not doing anything if he doesn't feel like it."
"Persuade was the keyword Miss Harrison," Dr. Williamson replied, in a condescending tone. "I'm just going to lay all of the cards out on the table for you."
Jude nodded and waited for him to continue.
"I honestly didn't think Mr. Quincy would ever be conscious again. Most people don't wake after three months of being in a comatose stage."
"Nice to know you had faith Doc," Jude commented, barely hiding her bitterness with a smile.
Dr. Williamson shrugged in response. "His odds were pretty much slim to nothing. Anyone in my profession would have begun to loose hope after a certain time period.
"I'm not sure I've never dealt with cases such as this, I've just read about such things in medical school. But there have been reported cases of people with the same condition recovering from this type of thing completely. But as I said before it's impossible to fully diagnose Mr. Quincy unless he allows my team to do more testing.
"My guess is there's swelling occurring in his skull. The pressure is causing his sense of touch to dissipate."
"Will he…will he be able to walk?" Jude blurted out.
"Mr. Quincy maintained a strenuous workout regime to make sure he maintained his flexibility and muscle mass, and the Functional Electrical Stimulation machine to help workout the nerves. I wouldn't be surprised if he was walking within the next couple of weeks. Physical therapy will help him get used to his bodyweight quickly, but as I said most of his muscles should be in pretty good shape. It was good that Miss Winthrop mentioned that type of treatment to me or it probably would have slipped my mind."
"Really," Jude grumbled, cringing at the sound of her name.
"Really," he replied, grabbing his vibrating pager from his belt. "I'm sorry Miss Harrison…I must finish up this conversation later. I'm needed in room 610."
"Okay. Thanks for taking the time to talk to me," she stood, extending her hand.
"No problem. If you have any further questions, feel free to ask," he responded, his eyes lingering on hers for a few seconds more seconds before he headed out the door.
Jude watched him walk out the door, before scooping up her shoes, and other belongings so she could head home.
Kwest anxiously stood outside of the door to Tommy's hospital room.
"Just open it all ready," she snapped in frustration
"I don't see you taking the initiative," he grunted, slumping against the wall.
"You're the man,"
"After all the stuff you say about being an independent woman," he smirked, shaking his head at her.
"Just go in already," she glared.
He placed his hand on the knob, partially turning it, before he let go like it was on fire. He grunted and slumped back against the wall. Francesca looked at him sympathetically. "I know how you feel." She said as she shifted huge vase of wildflowers from her left to her right arm.
"Yeah?" he asked, looking at skeptically.
"Yes, like it's some huge malicious practical joke on you…like you're dreaming? You feel like it's too good to be true, because that's what I'm feeling."
Kwest nodded his head. He sighed, and firmly pulled her toward him into an awkward hug. They stood there for several minutes, in a comfortable silence. Kwest leaned his forehead against hers, sighing.
"What if he's not the same Tommy?" he whispered.
"We won't know until we go see…" she whispered, lightly pecking him on the lips.
"You're right," he breathed, standing up straighter.
"I know I'm right," she grinned, cockily.
He rolled his eyes, and eased out of their embrace. "I love you."
"Say what?" she gaped, feeling a wave of happiness and confusion. He'd never told her before because neither of them took the words too lightly.
"I love you," he whispered, before knocking on the door, and peeking his head inside.
He stood there, frozen, mouth agape as he gazed at his best friend. His best friend, who was actually sitting up, reading magazines, and eating green, pineapple jell-o.
"May we come in?" Francesca asked dumbly, gathering her thoughts and words before Kwest.
"No…" Tommy replied, sarcastically. Francesca handed over the vase to Kwest and rushed towards him.
"Tom," she murmured, enveloping him in her arms.
"Francesca," he choked out, patting her back. "I can't breathe. Fran. Fran?"
"I'm sorry," she smiled, easing her vise like-grip on him. "How are you?"
The two chatted a while as Kwest watched the two of them slightly awestruck.
"Well I have to be at work in a while, so I'm going to leave you guys to do the whole male bonding thing okay?" Francesca smiled, hugging Tommy once again. "I've missed you. We've all missed you so much." She whispered in his ear.
"I'm back now," he whispered, back.
Francesca lightly pecked Kwest on the lips. "See you later baby."
Tommy looked between the two of them, a look of confusion stamped across his face. As Francesca exited the room, closing the door behind her, Tommy echoed her last word.
"Baby?" he asked, baffled.