AN/ Hey again, sorry I haven't given you this part sooner, butI had trouble signing into myaccount (along with others so I heard). So here we are again. Have fun with the story. Its kinda fluffy but read it anyway is my philosophy.
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A week later, Elizabeth came into the hospital wing of the city. She was keeping updated on John through Carson. Elizabeth decided that she would give John his space but she still wanted to know how he was doing. From Carson, she learned that he was a little irritable for a couple days after Elizabeth and him had their argument. But now it seemed that he was up to seeing Elizabeth once again. Upon hearing this, Elizabeth decided that she would go visit John later that day.
When Elizabeth went to see John, she arrived in his room shortly before John came back. When John came in wheeling in with the help of a nurse, Elizabeth was already there standing looking at them. John looked at Elizabeth with a sad smile. The nurse rolled John over next to the bed. She was going to help him lift himself up off the chair and into the bed, when John lifted his hand in a wait signal. He turned to Elizabeth.
"Do you want to help with this or do you want this young, pretty nurse to do this all one her lonesome?" John asked Elizabeth.
Elizabeth looked at the nurse. The nurse nodded her head as in saying that Elizabeth could help her.
"I'll help. What does the nurse want me to do?" Elizabeth sighed.
The nurse proceeded to give her instructions and then they got started to move John from the chair to the bed. It was a little tricky to get John up at first but once they got him up it was just a simple couple of steps to get over to the bed. Elizabeth looked over at John while he was getting up and she noticed that he was wincing when they got him up off the chair. He winced once again when they sat him down. Once he was down, John looked at the nurse and dismissed her. The nurse in return looked at Elizabeth, Elizabeth nodded her approval.
"You can leave, nurse Kramer. If there is any trouble, we know how to contact you or Doctor Beckett. Thank you anyway," Elizabeth replied back. With that the nurse left and Elizabeth was alone with John. Elizabeth looked at John who was positioning himself in a more comfortable position. "So you are now talking to me?"
"Yeah, I guess I am. You probably know, since you have been talking to Carson, that I didn't take the fact that you had a kid with Rodney too well. I was so mad. I felt betrayed that you didn't wait for me. That you fell for Rodney, one of my best friends none the less. But then I started to think about it more and I realize it was foolish for me to believe that you would have waited for me. You didn't know when I was going to wake up and it was foolish of me to believe that you would know when I was going to wake up. I also have to make a note that you couldn't have chosen anybody better then McKay to be your lover. Though when I look at your boy, I can see nothing of McKay in him, though there is some of that famous McKay sarcasm in there," John said apologetically.
"It's alright. I kinda deserved it. I wanted to tell you but I felt that it would have better when you were stronger. Now how did you figure that my James doesn't have more of the McKay sarcasm, he has lived with Rodney long enough to be an expert at sarcasm. God only knows why I married that man, it wasn't for the lack of sarcasm that is for sure," Liz replied back.
"I have seen him helping Carson every so often when I am going through physical therapy. He seems to be a very good kid. He would make a good leader if given the chance."
"Well he is the oldest of the "Atlantis" kids. Also, he was held in highest of standards. He is an all around good kid, I do admit that. I don't think he has had his rebellious teen stage yet. I just hope it won't be that bad. Maybe a year or so going goth, I could probably handle that, maybe." At this remark, Elizabeth heard a little chuckle from John. "What, going goth for a teenager is a classic, I think I could handle it."
"Yeah, it is a classic. I just don't think that your son would do that. Maybe he won't have that bad of a rebellion, some kids don't have that bad of rebellions. But you can only hope."
"Yeah, lets hope," Elizabeth stated with extra hope that her young teenage son would have a mild rebellion. "Well, anyway, how has the physical therapy been going?"
"It has been going good. Doc said that it might take a while for my legs to gain strength and for me to walk out of this hospital wing. So I might be in a wheel chair for a while longer. Eh, more time to get use to the wheelchairs that they give me. It is tough getting old."
"Wait until you get older, it gets much worse."
"Don't I know it?"
Elizabeth and John chatted more until Elizabeth looked at the time and realized it was time to be getting back to her duties. She politely excused herself and went on her way. It felt nice to talk to John about normal stuff again. She had hoped that they would have more of these types of conversations because it felt like nothing had ever happened.
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So I lied when I told you that I was going to tell you the secret of the whole truth. Maybe next time. To find out if I am telling the truth you will have to tone in next time.