Everything

This story is the latest installment in a series which begins with "His Friend, Sharon," and continues with "Love Looks Not with the Eyes," "A Man Like You," "Burn," "The Ties that Bind," and "Snowbound." While I have another series in the works, I just can't get this family and their cabin out of my head. So, I give you, "Everything." I do hope you enjoy.

Everything

The Build in the Fall

The leaves crunched beneath his boots, their waning colors and curling edges a sign of the winter to come. Hints of smoke tinged the cool air, wafting lazily from campfires across the lake. This was Andy Flynn's favorite time of year. His wife went bananas over Christmas every year and the grandkids looked forward to summertime all year long. There was something about autumn, though, that captured his imagination. Whether it was the changing colors, the cooler temperatures, the anticipation of the holidays, there was a sort of magical pause to the fall. It was the in-between, the not yet, like holding your breath.

He stood in the center of his spacious backyard, his eyes on the trees above and the lake at his back. He held in his hand a long pruning pole with which he'd clipped away the foliage and smaller branches from the trees. With the coming winter, and the rare but impressive amount of snow the previous season, he was thinking ahead. He was also prepping this particular Black Oak for a treehouse. The little house itself was constructed and waiting, in five large pieces, in Andy's garage. Over the next few days, he would have the help of his family as they placed and secured them in the tree. His grandsons were already planning their first campout topside.

After gathering the clippings and depositing them in the woodbin, he returned his tools and gloves to the garage and made his way inside to wash up for dinner. The aromas emanating from the kitchen rivalled even the crisp autumn air. He smiled in anticipation.

His wife was making his vegetarian lasagna. As he headed toward the kitchen, a knock sounded at the front door. He changed his path and opened it to find their guests. His daughter and her family stood smiling and a second car was just pulling in behind them.

"Hey, baby," he greeted her, pulling her in close. He'd never get enough of having his children back in his life. It was everything.

"Hi, Dad. Wow, something smells good." She let him go and went in search of her stepmother. Her boys attacked their grandfather, bouncing with excitement.

"Grandpa! It's tree week!" they cried. They had asked for a treehouse near the end of the summer, and now that it was time they simply could not wait.

"Yes, it is!" He hugged the boys, kissing the tops of their heads, then offered his hand to his son in law, Jeff.

Coming up the steps at that moment were Rick and Holly, along with Hollys' father Mark, and their good friend, Anne.

"Come on in, guys!" He hugged first Rick, then Holly. "Good to see you, son. Hey, sweetheart. Just drop your bags. You can settle in after dinner. It's just out of the oven."

"And smells wonderful," added Anne. "Hi there, Andy. Thanks for inviting us."

"Thanks for coming to help with the build." Andy reached for her bag with his left hand and shook Mark's with his right. His friends looked good. They looked happy.

The veggie lasagnas were a huge hit. Served with a crisp, green salad, piping hot garlic bread, and a good red wine, no one left the table unsatisfied.

The boys deposited their juice glasses and plates on the kitchen counter and headed to their room to unpack. The others remained around the table catching up and making plans for the week.

"So, what's the plan? When do we get started?" asked Ricky.

Andy sipped his coffee and stretched. "Well, Julio will be here in the morning, before dawn, knowing him," he chuckled. "He took next week off, but had to finish everything today to make it happen. I did a lot of prep work out back, but we'll get on pulling those dead limbs down tomorrow. Sunday is mass and the fall festival. We'll start getting the house up Monday morning," he told them.

"Drew and the lieutenant will be here too?" Ricky asked him.

"Well, yeah, not that Provenza will do more than supervise. But they'll be here. His granddaughter had a birthday party in L.A., and Drew will be in Sunday after his shift ends." He sat back, draping his arm across his wife's shoulders. Looking across the table, he smiled to find Mark and Anne in much the same position. "So, uh, how long has it been since you guys climbed trees?"

They sat up visiting, probably later than wise. It was pleasant and comfortable. Four couples, two young and full of hope for their future, without a string of disappointment and hurt to weigh them down. Two other couples, much more mature and carrying complicated pasts. Yet, all four relationships were still relatively new. Nicole and Jeff had been married only five years, and after a terribly disappointing miscarriage, were again expecting a baby after the first of the year.

Although Sharon and Andy had known each other for over twenty years, they had only been married less than three. Their son and his wife were coming up on their first anniversary. They were all pretty new at it.

Holly's father, Mark, had been dating Anne for about a year. Both had lost their spouses years before, and had lived alone since. Their mutual heartache was a particular challenge. It was also what drew them to one another. No words could adequately describe their hurt, but for them, no words were needed. They each already understood.

Their paths were all intertwined now. Together, they had created a large, extended family, a circle of friends. They shared a future and it, too, was full of hope.

The Fall in the Build

Saturday morning came early, as did Julio Sanchez. It was a cool, crisp day, perfect for working outdoors. Sharon and Anne were busy in the kitchen, baking for the fall festival to be held at St. Cecelia's the next evening. Sharon and Andy had found the small church soon after their move to the lake. Both had been raised in the faith and, though Andy had not attended regularly for many years, he had begun going again when he and Sharon had begun courting. The congregation was very active in the community, especially with the area children. It was a cause near to their hearts.

The house was filled with the aromas of pumpkin and cinnamon, the fragrance of fall. While the ladies baked and bantered about their partners, Nicole had her boys engrossed in a puzzle. The pieces were scattered across the large coffee table in the great room.

Holly and the men were out back preparing to cut the large, soft limbs which could break under the weight of the coming snow. The tree would be cut and shaped to hold the base of the treehouse. Andy sat in the tree, at the junction of trunk and branch. Julio, Rick, and Mark worked below, getting organized.

"Hold up, guys," Andy called. "We've got a nest up here. It's sitting at an odd angle. Not sure it's too secure." He sat back against the trunk, his hands resting on his thighs. "Pass me some gloves and I'll grab it. We'll find a spot for it on another branch when we're done."

Rick climbed the ladder resting against the trunk and handed him a pair of gloves. "Here you go, Pop."

Julio stood to the side, extending the pruning pole, while Mark set up saw horses for cutting down the wood. Holly stood, gloved and waiting for the nest.

Andy stretched forward; his body prone against the lim. Reaching out, he gingerly grasped the little nest, which was empty. Maybe we can get it back in the tree before it's missed, he thought. Remaining in his position, he lowered his arm from the branch until Holly could reach his hand. She took it and set it aside.

As Andy placed his hands on the branch to push himself up, the wood splintered and crackled. And broke. It fell to the ground, taking Andy with it.

The sounds of alarm reached those inside the cabin. They quickly abandoned their tasks and sprinted to the yard. There they stumbled upon the scene. Ricky ran into them as they stepped into the yard. Mark was on the phone. Julio was standing over Andy, and Holly was on her knees, sitting back on her legs. In her hands, she held Andy's head, keeping it stable. Sharon could have sworn her heart stopped.

She ran to his side and dropped beside him. "What happened?" she demanded to know.

"The branch broke, Ma'am," answered Julio. Feeling her shaking next to him, he placed a hand on her back.

"Ambulance is on the way," said Mark, coming to stand next to Anne.

Holly braced Andy's head with her hands, her medical training kicking in. "Don't try to move, Pop. I know you're in pain, but you have to remain still," she advised.

"Dad?" Nicole whimpered, squatting on his other side.

Andy opened his mouth to speak. His voice was airy and pinched. "No problem," he wheezed.

Sharon slipped her fingers over his, barely touching, but needing the contact.

"Andy..." she husked, tears pooling in her eyes.

It's okay," he whispered between short puffs of air. "Doesn't hurt at all. Just kind of tingles everywhere." His breathing was becoming erratic and his voice choked.

"Andy?" Holly asked. "Pop, are you having trouble breathing?" She looked at her husband. "Rick, I think he's having trouble breathing. We need that ambulance now."

Sharon looked at her husband. His eyes were wide with fear.

"Sweetheart, don't try to talk. Just breathe. In and out. Breathe with me. Help is coming."

At that moment, a team of paramedics ran through the side gate, led by Jeff. They approached the group, who quickly stepped back to give them room. Holly and Sharon stayed where they were. Jeff stepped to Nicole's side and wrapped his arms around her.

Anne whispered to Mark, "I'm going to take the boys inside. They don't need to see this." He agreed and followed her.

The medics knelt beside Andy and got to work. Holly gave them a rundown.

"He fell, maybe fifteen minutes ago. Respiration is labored. Describes tingling in his extremities. Left leg looks broken. He's gonna need a CT and a full of pictures."

Realizing she was clearly in the business, they got to work while she remained in place to stabilize Andy's head and neck. They performed a quick assessment, asking him questions and performing with the ease of a well-rehearsed duet. There were obvious bone breaks in one leg, and possibly the ribs. The major concern at the moment was air. Andy's breathing was becoming increasingly pinched and shallow.

Foam supports were placed on each side of his legs, and in between, to stabilize the bones. One medic began to place an IV as the other switched places with Holly. After checking Andy's airway, he spoke into the radio at his shoulder and notified dispatch of the need to intubate. Then, speaking aloud, he said

"I'm going to place a tube down your throat, sir, to help you breathe. Try to relax and breathe through your mouth as best you can. It'll be uncomfortable for a minute, but then, I promise you'll feel better."

While the medics worked, Andy's eyes darted between his wife and daughter. He saw his own panic reflected in their faces. He wanted to hold them both and tell them he was fine, except he couldn't even grip his wife's hand which, he knew, was holding his own.

"Ok, folks, if you could take a step back, we need to get him in a collar and on a board to transport," advised one of the medics.

They did as requested. Ricky reached for his wife, pulling her to join him where he stood next to his mother. Sharon's eyes raised from her husband and fell on Nicole who she found watching her. Sharon stepped away from her son and approached Nicole, who met her halfway as if drawn together like magnets. Together, they watched the paramedics lift the stretcher carrying the man who held both of their hearts.

"Ma'am," the first medic said, "You're welcome to ride with us. We'll likely be taking him to San Bernardino, as the community medical center may not be equipped to help your husband."

Her heart sank. Silently, she nodded.

"We'll be right behind you, Sharon," said Nicole. "Go. I'll check on the boys and we'll head out." She sniffed and kissed her stepmother before running toward the house.

"Go on, Mom," said Ricky. "We'll follow. I'll call the others on the way. It's gonna be okay."

Sharon merely brushed his arm with her hand and turned to follow the medics.

Rick and Holly sat in the back seat of Jeff and Nicole's SUV. Jeff drove, one hand on the wheel, the other holding his wife's.

Julio, Mark and Anne volunteered to stay behind with the boys, who were clearly upset by seeing their grandfather hurt and the adults in their life so frightened and unsettled.

The ambulance shook as it jostled its way through weekend traffic. Weekends were extra busy in the fall. As the season changed, the cooler temperatures drew visitors to the plentiful lakes, campgrounds, and farmers' markets. The roads were congested with car and foot traffic, but after they made it through the worst of it, it was decided they would make the drive to the San Bernardino Medical Center, rather than wait for the helicopter, which was already in use.

Andy's eyes darted from one direction to another, following the medic's motions as closely as he could manage. He watched him handle gauges and monitors. When his eyes found the syringes, they grew wide. Sharon caught it immediately and snapped to attention.

"Um, my husband is a recovering alcoholic, sober twenty-four years. Can you please...?"

"We'll be mindful, ma'am. I'll make a note of it and call ahead. We'll be as cautious as we possibly can, I assure you."

She simply nodded and silently prayed they could help her husband without also hurting him. Andy blinked slowly, as if to thank her. His wife gently ran her fingers through his salt and pepper hair, desperate to comfort and to connect.

They made up the time on the interstate, and arrived at the hospital in San Bernardino less than forty-five minutes after Andy's fall. To Sharon, the trip was a storm of emotion, anxious for him to be seen, yet loathe to be separated from him. At the hospital, she certainly would be.

The following hour went from a blur of activity to sit and wait. Andy was taken back immediately for further assessment. Their children stumbled into the waiting room, eyes scanning for her.

"Mom!" Ricky cried and raced toward her, the others following.

Nicole went straight into her arms.

"Sharon. How's Dad?" she pleaded.

They held one another tightly, united as always by their love for Andy.

"He was stable in the ambulance. He was breathing easier. Anxious though. He looked so," she sniffed and her voice choked. "So scared." Nicole pulled her close again and Ricky laid a hand on each of them.

"Let's sit. I'm sure someone will let us know something soon. I called Rusty, Emily, and Drew. They're on their way."

"The lieutenant and Patrice, too," Holly added. "Excuse me," she said and slipped away.

They took their seats in a small grouping of chairs in the corner. Nicole sat next to her stepmother; their hands clasped tightly together. Jeff stood behind his wife, his hands on her shoulders. Rick kept his eyes on his phone, exchanging endless texts with his brother and sister.

"Excuse me. Could I speak with someone who can give me a status on Andrew Flynn? He was brought in an hour ago," Holly inquired of the desk nurse.

"And you are?" she replied.

"His daughter in law, Holly Raydor. I'm an RN in L.A. and was first on scene. Please."

"Okay, Mrs. Raydor. I'll see what I can do."

Noisy children. Toddlers stumbling about. The noise, the smells, all the activity swirling, she found it cloying. She thought she just might be sick.

"Flynn?" A young man in scrubs stood studying a chart. Sharon stood on shaky legs, Nicole and Ricky supporting her on either side.

"Yes," Sharon answered.

The doctor approached them and gestured for them to return to their seats.

"Sit, sit. I'm Dr. Stafford. I'm sorry you've had to wait, but we've been with Mr. Flynn. He's had a full set of x-rays and a CT scan. His left leg is broken, and the knee dislocated," he proceeded while consulting the chart. "He has broken ribs on the same side and a broken clavicle."

"Oh God," Sharon murmured, pursing her lips and closing her eyes.

"I believe it was the clavicle break that was the source of your husband's respiratory issues, the swelling to his neck. The broken ribs didn't help."

"How is he now, Doctor?" Holly asked.

"He was just taken to surgery. They'll set his breaks." He spoke clearly and directly to them. "He's stable and breathing better. He should do well." He turned to Sharon.

"I know he's had a heart attack," he continued.

"Uh, yes. About five years ago," she agreed.

"We'll keep a close eye on it, as well as his other concerns. We'll keep him as comfortable as we can while also watching for the strain the pain can place on his heart. We know how to work with addiction issues. Mr. Flynn's recovery will take some time. We can keep him comfortable while his pain is acute, then safely step his dosages down. As soon as he's awake and aware, we'll talk with him and make sure he's on board."

Sharon sighed heavily and deflated.

"But he'll be okay?"

"Yes, ma'am. He's busted up and that'll take some time to heal. But he will heal," he assured her.

Sharon nodded and with a tell-tale sniff said, "Thank you."

By that evening, the rest of their children had arrived. All five had peeked in on Andy as he slept, still under the fog of anesthesia. They sat with Sharon for a while, trying to get her to eat something, to no avail. When the lieutenant and his wife arrived, the kids left. There were too many to stay together in the room anyway. Nicole and Jeff needed to get back to their boys and Nicole needed to rest. They would return in the morning, taking shifts with the others.

While the Provenzas slipped out to grab some dinner, Sharon pulled the vinyl recliner up close to her husband's good side, curled into the chair and rested a hand on his. It would be a long night.

The Angel at His Side

Just before daybreak, he began to stir. His body felt heavy, almost pinned down, and his mind was a fog of confusion and pain. It was the first thing to break through his muddy thoughts, the first thing he could distinguish. His left side was throbbing and hot, not the worst he'd ever experienced, but definitely ugly. His breathing was easier though, so he did just that. Inhaling slowly, focusing on the pain, he breathed through it until he had his bearings. More in control of himself, he allowed his eyes to take in his surroundings, the iv's, the monitors and gauges, the soft light seeping in under the door. His left leg was in a cast, his knee in a familiar-looking brace. His arm was bound to his chest and his neck and shoulder burned.

Movement to his right drew his attention. Turning his head but a fraction, he found his wife, the angel at his side, curled tightly into a chair. She noticed him watching her and drew herself up, stretching her legs. Gently squeezing the hand she held in her own, she smiled sadly and said,

"Hey. You okay? Do you need anything?"

She bent low and kissed his hand, afraid to lift it to her lips.

"Been better," he groaned. "What's the damage? I feel like hell." His voice was raspy and dry, a result of both intubation and anesthesia.

She sighed and shook her head. "You'll be okay in time. That's all that matters." Taking a shuddering breath, she added. "You scared me, you know? I thought we agreed no more hospitals." He gave her a sad smile.

"Sorry, Sweetheart. I'm sorry I scared you. What'd the doc say? Feels like I broke my entire left side."

Sharon stood and leaned over him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips. "That's because you did. Broken clavicle, ribs, leg, knee. All on the left. They reset everything in surgery. The doctor wants to keep you for a few days so they can monitor your pain meds and your heart. Also, they're sending an occupational therapist to work with you on day-to-day things that'll be a little harder for a while. Holly and Patrice will be here for that so they can help us when we get you home."

He sighed heavily. "I'm sorry," he said again.

Sharon held his free hand in one of her own. With her other, she stroked his cheek.

"Oh, Andy. It was an accident, an awful accident."

He gave her a weak smile. "Well, yeah, but I'm sorry for the mean son of a bitch I'm gonna be for a while. I'm sorry, in advance."

"Well, you're forgiven, in advance."

"I love you," he sleepily whispered, his eyes growing heavy again.

"And I love you. Rest, Honey. I'll be here."

Two hours later, the doctor made his rounds. he knocked softly at the door and quietly entered the room, a nurse at his heel.

"Good morning, Mrs. Flynn. Did you manage any rest?"

Sharon stood and ran her fingers through her hair in an attempt to tame the auburn strands.

"Not exactly. I dozed a bit. He woke up a couple of hours ago. Seemed to be handling his pain, so far." She stood at the end of the bed, out of their way, and rested her hands on Andy's blanket-covered foot.

"Things look good," the doctor agreed.

Andy's eyes fluttered and opened. The room was now bright with the early morning sun.

"Hey," he husked with a gravelly voice.

"Hey, yourself," she replied and squeezed his uninjured foot. "How do you feel?"

Rolling his eyes, he said, "like crap. You get any sleep, Babe?"

"I'm fine. Dr. Stafford is here for you."

"Am I gonna make it, Doc?"

"You're going to be fine, Mr. Flynn, in time. I'm afraid you've got quiet the recovery ahead of you, though. And we're gonna monitor your meds closely, staying away from opioids in deference to your preferences, and watching for signs the pain is a strain on your heart. Right now, you seem to be tolerating it pretty well. Of course, you've still got the anesthesia on board. It'll be up and down until we find the right balance."

"Thanks, Doc. I appreciate it," Andy said.

"My pleasure. Rest. Be patient. Trust the process. OT will be by around nine."

The doctor looked between the two of them and smiled. "You two take care."

Sharon smiled as the doctor and his nurse left the room, and stepped up to Andy's right side. She carefully perched her hip on the bed and stroked his good arm.

"Can I get you anything? There's some water here," she gestured to his bedside table.

"Yeah. Please."

She placed a straw into the cup and held it for him. He sipped and swallowed carefully; his throat raw from the tube. Placing the cup back in its place, she studied his face.

"How are you, really?"

"I'm okay, really. It hurts. Everything hurts. I'm handling it. Right now, it's tolerable enough. Hey," he said, switching gears. "Are the kids okay? What about the boys? I hate that I scared everyone."

"They're okay. The boys will be okay, because you'll be okay. The kids were all here last night. Ricky, Holly, Emily, Rusty, Nicole, Jeff, and Drew. Plus, Louie and Patrice as well. Mark, Anne, and Julio stayed with the boys. I'm sure there will be an endless parade of them during your stay."

"My stay," he huffed. "I don't want everyone running around here and there because of me, Sweetheart. I'll be fine."

"Yes, you will. Let us fuss over you for a change. You do so much for all of us. Our whole family is together. Concentrate on that," she said.

"Okay," he reached for her hand. "I'll try."

Ricky and Holly, the lieutenant and Patrice arrived by eight thirty, with a paper sack, a tray of coffee, and a duffle. While the men greeted Andy, the ladies went straight to Sharon's side.

"What have you gone and done now?" groused Provenza. Ricky gave a wry chuckle.

"How are you, Pop? Better?"

"Getting there, Rick. Glad you're here, son." He looked toward is partner who, he knew, was more concerned than he let on. "You too, old man. Thanks for rushing back."

Patrice hugged Sharon close. "I'm so sorry this happened. How are you? Have you slept?"

Holly handed her mother-in-law a cup of coffee. "I know you prefer tea, but I thought coffee might help this morning. Also, Em, and I packed you both a change of clothes. I bet you have time for a quick shower before the OT consult."

"Coffee and a shower sound divine," she admitted.

"Sharon," her husband said, "grab a shower. You're exhausted. Take a few minutes for yourself. You can even get out of here after the therapist is done. Go home and relax? I'm sure the kids can stick around if it would make you feel better."

"Yes, I'm sure they would, but I'm fine. A shower and some strong coffee, and I'll be good as new." She looked at Holly and Patrice. "Thank you. I'll just be a minute."

Closing the door behind her, she placed the duffle in the corner of the tiny bathroom. She turned and, placing her hands against the sink, leaned heavily towards the mirror. She studied her reflection and sighed. She looked as tired as she felt. Unfortunately, that wouldn't change any time soon.

She started the shower and while the water heated, removed her clothes. Folding them neatly, she stacked them across the edge of the sink and stepped into the shower. The water was almost too hot, but soothed her tired body.

She made quick work of her shower and donned a fresh set of clothes. Her girls had provided her with jeans and one of Andy's old LAPD sweatshirts. She toweled her hair until it was merely damp, and pinned part of it up off of her shoulders. She brushed her teeth and threw her dirty clothes into the bag, and rejoined her family.

When the occupational therapist arrived, Provenza and Rick cleared out to make room. As Holly and Patrice were nurses and would be caring for Andy when he returned home, they joined he and Sharon for the consultation.

Provenza sat in the small waiting area at the end of the hall, coffee in hand. He leaned his head against the wall at his back and breathed.

Ricky was beside him, sipping from his own cup. "You okay, lieutenant?" The younger man had always looked at this step-dad and Provenza as a couple of grumpy old men. That was more to do with their antics and constant bickering, not their actual ages. They were active and quick-witted. Andy didn't drink or smoke, didn't eat meat, and walked the property daily. Today, though, Ricky was reminded that they weren't young men anymore, no matter how they might sometimes seem. He'd only had this man, this father, for a few years. He wasn't ready to give him up.

"I'm fine. Just wondering why that old fool feels the need to scare the crap out of me all the time. Jumps on a moving car, gets a blood clot. Climbs a tree, breaks his neck. Yee gads."

"I don't think he goes out looking to hurt himself, lieutenant. He's just a doer. He's active and does things himself. The boys wanted a treehouse. He built them a house. He prepped the tree. He didn't hire it out."

"And he fell out of the tree and smashed himself to pieces."

"In fairness, the limb was soft and broke underneath him. Andy knew it was weak. That's why we were removing it. Just didn't know how weak," said Ricky.

"That's because that old man is more of a family man than I have ever met. Even when he was separated from his kids, he did things for them, bought them what they needed, sat in the shadows at ballgames and recitals. He loves well and he loves hard."

"And that's why he'll recover," Ricky said. "He wants more time with his kids and with Mom."

"And with you, your sister, and brother. He talks about you three with the same love and pride as he does Nicole and Drew, you know."

Ricky grinned. "Yeah, I know. Funny, isn't it? It was never like that with Jack. I can finally speak with love and pride about my father too. That's new," he snarked.

"Everything okay with Pop?" came Emily's voice. She approached them, with Rusty, Drew, and Nicole behind her.

"Yeah. The occupational therapist is in there with them, going through some things with Holly and Patrice. It was crowded." Nicole looked relieved.

Just then the door to Andy's room opened, and the therapist left out. So, Provenza and the kids made their way back in.

When Andy saw all five of their children there, his first real smile since the fall spread across his face and lit his eyes. Each of them stepped in close for a careful hug then remained gathered near him. Sharon joined them and they all stood together for a moment. Drew made a joke about the drastic measures parents use to coax a visit from their children, and they shared a laugh of release.

It was that moment which Patrice caught on her phone's camera. Out of the pain, out of the fear, came unity and joy.

That evening, after a steady rotation of nurses and visitors, Andy and Sharon settled in for another night of little to no rest. Their children had been in and out. Jeff had brought his boys by for a brief visit, just long enough to reassure them that their grandfather was going to be okay. The Provenzas brought dinner for Sharon, along with decent coffee for Andy.

The previous evening, Sharon stayed glued to her husband's side. As he was resting easier, she decided to try stretching out on the vinyl sofa against the wall. She lay on her side, watching her husband until her eyes grew too heavy. She managed an hour or two before she sensed him fidgeting nearby.

"Andy? Honey, are you alright?" she asked, sitting up.

"I'm fine," he said his voice tight.

She rose and leaned against his bed. Running her fingers through the silver hair she loved so much, she could feel the heat of him on her hands.

"Darling, you're burning up." She reached for the call button and summoned his nurse. "Are you in pain?"

"Nothing I can't handle. It's fine."

The night nurse entered the room and switched on the small utility light over the bed. Doing a quick check of his vitals, he said in a pleasantly soft voice, "Looks like you've got yourself a fever, Mr. Flynn. I'm going to draw some blood and check for a post-op infection and give you something to lower your temperature, okay?"

"'kay," he said through gritted teeth.

"I'm also going to give you something to take the edge off your pain. Non-narcotic," he emphasized, seeing him gear up to argue.

"Alright," he mumbled.

"I admire your strength and commitment, Mr. Flynn, and I understand. I've got you, Sir."

Sharon reached for his free hand and raised it to her lips. She gave her husband a look that said See? It'll be okay. Turning to the nurse, she offered a heartfelt "Thank you."

The nurse slipped quietly from the room while Sharon kept her eyes trained on Andy's. He was so strong-willed, in pain yet unwilling to risk his long-fought for sobriety. She loved him all the more for it. Jack had needed no reason to drink. Andy had multiple broken bones, yet wouldn't chance it. It was everything.

In under then minutes, he'd had his blood drawn and meds administered. With those on board, he was able to relax a bit. His pain management plan called for no opioids or anything more than schedule three drugs. They were using non-drug treatments such as ice and localized numbing as well. He'd been through it before, managing without the stronger stuff. The older he got, the harder it was on his body. He didn't bounce back as easily as he used to. Still, it was worth it, now more than ever, to fight for all he had. It was, after all, everything he'd ever wanted.

"Sharon, try and get some rest, Sweetheart. They'll be back in here soon enough. Sleep while you can."

She held his hand and traced his cheek with her fingertips. "What about you?"

"Better already. This stuff doesn't do much more than take the edge off, but it makes a difference. Really, let's just try," he said.

"Okay," she agreed, "but it's hard without you next to me. We've got to get you home," she grinned.

The rest of the night passed in relative peace. Andy was checked on repeatedly, but managed to rest a good while. Sharon slept for a few hours before freshening up and trying to make plans for getting Andy home and settled. She made lists of needs, tasks, and phone numbers. Keeping her mind focused helped. That man was her heart. He was hurt, and she felt helpless. So, she planned. It was something she could do.

Andy stirred again near daybreak.

"Hey," he husked. "Did you sleep?"

She smiled and got to her feet, stretching as she went to him. "I did, some. How are you this morning?" She kissed his forehead, which was still warm, but finally better.

"Well, a little better, I suppose. I don't guess I could just go to sleep and wake when I'm well, huh?"

She smiled down at him. "I wish, but I'm afraid not. Can I get you anything?"

He thought for a moment. "Coffee and a shower, but I'm not sure how to accomplish that just yet." He turned his free hand over in invitation. His wife took it, and gingerly sat on the bed.

"I'll find some coffee and ask about getting you freshened up a bit. We'll figure something out." With that, she leaned in and placed a soft, lingering kiss on his lips.

The clearing of a throat interrupted them.

"Excuse me. Good morning," said the nurse. "How are you this morning, Mr. Flynn?"

"Well, I was better before you ruined my action with Red here," he teased.

Sharon rolled her eyes and stepped away from the bed, making room for the nurse.

"Ha! My apologies, though any more action than that's gonna have to wait a while, I'm afraid," he replied.

"Yeah, yeah," Andy grumbled. "Incentive to get better faster."

"Incentive to follow your doctor's orders," Sharon teased back.

The nurse did his morning vitals check.

"You're temp's down, but still a little elevated." Studying his chart, he continued. "You do have a bit of a post-op infection which, sadly, isn't uncommon. It looks like the antibiotics are doing their job though. How are your pain levels, and I need an honest answer."

Sharon grinned. He was direct. She liked that.

"Better than yesterday. Not great. I can't honestly say I'm comfortable, but I was able to relax enough to sleep a while."

"Good, good. That's what we wanted. You're due for your next dose, so that'll get you back to almost comfortable. We need to get you up and moving a bit today. With the extent of your injuries, it'll be challenging. We're a bit limited, but we don't want any clots developing or pneumonia."

"No more blood clots, Andy. Hear that?" his wife playfully teased.

"We can't put you on crutches or a walker until your collar bone heals, and you can't walk on a busted leg. Just changing your position will do for now."

"Can he get cleaned up somehow?" Sharon asked. "Is there anything we can do on that order? I know just freshening up and getting some clothes on him will make him much more comfortable."

"We can do that, yes. I'll get some things together and get him situated. If you're willing, I'm sure he'd much rather have your help than mine."

"Much," Andy agreed playfully.

"Alright then. I'll give you your morning meds then get things ready. We'll get you situated then I'll show you what to do, Mrs. Flynn."

"Sharon, please, and Andy. Thanks so much, um?"

"Greg. Call me Greg," he smiled. "If you like, there's coffee at the nurse's station. Help yourself. Andy here can have some as well."

"Great, thanks."

Sharon returned several minutes later, two steaming cups of coffee in hand. She found Andy sitting up straight in bed, the head raised all the way to a ninety-degree angle to do the work for him. She smiled and tilted her head as if to say Well, look at you!

"The nurse wanted me to sit up and get used to it before moving," he explained. "I don't want to think about how I'll get out of bed at home," he said.

"I'm sure that's part of what the therapist will teach you. I had to learn a whole new routine."

He looked at her, smiled sadly and said, "You're right. Look what you did. You amazed me every day. You amaze me every day." He traced the frame of her face with the back of his fingers. "You're everything to me, you know?" He decided then and there, he would work hard and take it all without complaint. After what she went through... well, this may be rough, but it was nothing compared to losing your eyesight and not knowing when or if you'd get it back.

He reached up and cupped her cheek, drawing her in for a lingering kiss.

"You're pretty amazing yourself, Mr. Flynn."

"Yee gads. They're at it again," came a familiar grumble.

"Oh, Louie. Stop it. Andy, you look better, my friend," said Patrice.

Sharon turned and went to her, pulling her close, so grateful for her friendship. And she told her so.

"We're about to help him clean up and change his clothes. I think he'll feel better."

"I think you're right. We'll step out and have our coffee down the hall. I brought you some breakfast. Let me know if you need anything else," Patrice said. "Louie, let's go sit by the window down the hall and give them some privacy."

"Yeah. No way I want to see Flynn naked," he groused, but tapped his good leg gently before going.

"I think you scared him as much as you scared me," Sharon told her husband. Ricky said he was pretty frantic when he first called him."

"I know," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Mrs. Flynn, uh, Sharon?" Greg said. "I can show you what to do now, if you're ready." She nodded and followed him into the tiny bathroom.

Once he'd shown Sharon how and what she could actually wash, Greg returned for Andy. He gave him step-by-step instructions on how to turn, lower his legs to the floor, and transfer himself without leaning forward or putting weight on his right side. He assisted him every step of the way, and lowered him onto the seat of a walker he could then push to the bathroom. Andy could remain in seated on it for his bath.

He helped Sharon by lifting Andy enough to remove his gown and underwear; placing a towel under him. Then, much to Andy's great relief, he stepped outside to wait in case he was needed.

Sharon draped a towel across his lap, and another around his shoulders. She started at the top, running a warm, wet rag over his head, gently massaging his scalp. He couldn't lean back for a proper shampoo, due to his collar bone. It would do, though, and helped him to relax. She then carefully worked her way down his battered body, lifting part of the towel, cleansing his skin, and covering him again lest he catch a chill. From head to toe she washed him, as if attempting to erase the mosaic of bruises and scrapes. Such love and gentleness, Andy felt his eyes sting with tears. She saw, and instinctively knew she wasn't hurting him. She well knew what it was to feel so humbled and overcome. After Andy quickly brushed his teeth, Sharon helped him into a soft button-down shirt, as Greg had shown her, since he couldn't raise his left arm. Clean boxers and gym shorts to accommodate his cast and knee brace, and he was ready. And exhausted.

When Sharon knocked on the door, Greg reappeared and helped resettle his patient on a bed of fresh sheets.

Resting once again on his bed, the head lowered a bit, and his leg propped on a rounded piece of foam designed for just that purpose, Andy sighed. He was winded from the activity. His wife covered him with only a thin sheet. Her husband was very warm-natured, but she didn't want him to be chilled while his hair was still damp. He smiled up at her as she tended to him.

"Have I told you today how much I love you?" he asked, his voice choked with emotion.

"You just did. I see it in your eyes," she assured him. "You feeling okay? Pain meds helping at all?"

"Some, yeah. I think I could nap now. That wore me out," he admitted, reaching for her hand. She brought it to her lips and brushed them across his fingertips.

"Then rest, Honey. I'll be here."

"You should go home and get some sleep, Sharon."

"Would you go home?" she eyed him.

Game over. He wouldn't leave her and they both knew it.

"Okay, but try to at least rest a bit?"

"I will," she promised. "Now sleep."

Sharon grabbed her phone and sent a text to Patrice, inviting them back and letting them know Andy was sleeping. She then sent a message to the kids' group page, with a morning update.

The lieutenant and his wife returned and took a seat on the small sofa under the window. Sharon folded herself into the matching recliner, and they talked in hushed tones over yogurt and coffee. She caught them up on their night and its fever, and the morning so far.

"Have you slept at all, Sharon?" Provenza asked. "You know we've got this covered if you want to get out of here for a while."

She smiled over her coffee cup.

"I'm fine. Tired, yes, but I slept some last night after we got Andy's fever down. I've actually been trying to think of the arrangements to be made for getting him home. Equipment and such. Maybe you could help me with my list, Patrice? I'm sure you know better what he'll need."

The other woman nodded. "I can help, yes. Why don't you give me what you have so far? I'll look it over, make some suggestions, and start making some calls? We'll make arrangements for getting everything out to the house. Will you let us help you? It'll help us feel useful." Her husband sat forward.

"Please, Sharon. We want to help and don't know how."

She felt the tears threaten. She did know the frustration of feeling helpless.

"I would appreciate it. Thank you both."

Provenza and his wife remained only a short while longer, leaving Sharon to try to rest, as she'd promised her husband she would. She extended the footrest and closed her eyes. When her mind began to swirl, she reached into her purse, withdrew her rosary, and began to pray. Before long, her mind quieted at last, and she drifted off to sleep.

Emily poked her head in an hour later and found her parents asleep. She took the cardigan she'd brought her mother and draped it lovingly over her in the chair.

The door opened behind her and she turned to find Greg, Andy's night nurse. She brought her finger to her lips and nodded to her sleeping parents. He acknowledged her and cocked her head toward the hallway.

Emily followed him into the hall and closed the door behind her.

"Can his meds or whatever wait just a while?" she asked politely. "They're both finally resting."

"Sure, sure. I was just checking in before I leave. You are?"

"Sorry," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Emily, the daughter."

He smiled and gripped her hand.

"Nice to meet you, Emily the daughter. I'm Greg, the night nurse."

She smiled and asked, "Night nurse?' She glanced at her watch. "Shouldn't you be home by now?"

"Yes, but I stayed late to help with a situation down the hall. We were a little short-handed. I just wanted to check on your folks before I head out," he explained.

"Thanks. I just got here. I don't want to disturb them. I think I'll go find some decent coffee. How is Andy doing, by the way?"

"Well, how 'bout I update you over some decent coffee? There's a bakery right on the corner," he offered shyly with a smile.

"I would love that," she replied with an uncharacteristic timidity.

When Sharon stirred a good two hours later, she looked over at her husband only to find him already watching her.

"Hi," she murmured and rose from the chair. "You rest?" She walked towards him, stretching.

"Yeah, I did. Looks like you probably did too."

Sharon sat on the bed and gently draped an arm across his leg. With the other, she ran her fingers along his cheek.

"You feel cooler," she commented. "Guess the medicine's helping." Leaning in, she pressed a tender kiss to his lips. "Need anything?"

"Another one of those," he said, drawing her in for another kiss. She hummed against him.

"Well, if that's all," she purred.

"Best medicine," he agreed.

"Good grief. Don't you two ever stop?" Provenza groused as he entered the room. "I mean, seriously, you're injured."

Without looking away from Sharon, Andy said "and this is better than any drug they could give me." They shared one more look, then separated.

"I think you're looking much better, Andy," said Patrice. "We brought lunch. I checked with the nurse to see what you could have. I thought you might prefer this to cafeteria cuisine."

"Oh, that's great. Thanks, Patrice."

They enjoyed a leisurely meal, well-thought out by Patrice. Soft foods, easy to digest and full of natural anti-inflammatories, but with flavor.

Andy and Provenza ribbed each other playfully, the fuel that fed their long-standing friendship. Sharon and Patrice took a walk to the end of the hall and sat by the window. Enjoying the warmth of the sun, they discussed the necessities for Andy's impending release. Their friends had accomplished much on their behalf, in just a few hours. Equipment was ordered and deliveries were scheduled.

Emily noticed them there when she returned from coffee. She handed her mother a London Fog from the bakery, and kissed her cheek.

"Hi, Patrice." The older woman smiled up at her.

"Good morning, Emily. You look well. We haven't had time to catch up lately."

"I'm good, really good." She leaned against the wall. "How's Pop this morning?"

"Better," her mother said with a smile. "The lieutenant's in with him now. He'll need to get up soon. The therapist will be here to work with him. We should probably get back in there in a bit."

Patrice huffed. "They might very well kill each other," she agreed. She stood and offered her friend a hand. "We're going to get out of here for a while, stop for some groceries on the way back. You know, if Andy's temperature stays down, they could send him home tomorrow."

"The doctor said as much. I hope so. He'll be so much more comfortable in his own bed. I just hope we can keep his pain under control," sighed Sharon.

"I'll visit with the doctor. We'll make sure he's comfortable."

Sharon pulled her into a hug.

"Thank you, Patrice. I'm not sure what we'd do without you, really. It means everything."

The three of them made their way back toward Andy's room, refreshed from their break. There, they found the men talking quietly over coffee.

When Andy saw his step-daughter, a smile spread across his face.

"Hey, baby." He reached for her as she rounded the bed.

"Hey, Pop. Feeling better?" She kissed his cheek and carefully hugged him.

"Getting there, sweetheart. Getting there."

"We're gonna hit the road," Provenza said. "We'll check on you guys this evening."

"Thank you both for everything," Sharon told them.

Provenza patted his partner's good leg and turned to Sharon, kissing her cheek. He then nodded at her in silent understanding.

With his fever gone and his pain as managed as possible, arrangements were made for Andy's release. On Wednesday morning, Emily arrived early, ostensibly to retrieve her parents' belongings and her mother's grocery list. Those things she would take care of, after breakfast with Greg. Sharon and Andy would ride back to Big Bear Lake with the Provenzas.

The occupational therapist had worked with them on safety and procedures for getting around, standing and reclining, and bathing. The nursing staff went through his medications with Sharon and Patrice.

By the time he was finally loaded in the Provenza's SUV, he was again tired and throbbing. It didn't take long for the pre-release meds he'd been given to kick in, and he was soon dozing against the pillow he'd been given to minimize his head and neck movement. His hand rested on his wife's leg, with her own laid over it. It was decided there were no stops necessary, so they made the drive home. They took it slow, avoiding anything that might jostle Andy, and were soon back at the cabin. The family was waiting, and as the front door sprung open, the boys flew down the steps. They stopped short at their father's warning and stood, with beaming smiles, to welcome their grandfather home. In their little hands, a sign read Welcome home, Grandpa! Their mother sailed past them and opened the rear passenger door, helping her father to turn and plant his feet on the ground. Drew rolled up to the car on a motorized scooter, a goofy smile on his face. Dismounting, he helped Andy to stand and turn, then situate himself on the seat.

Nicole bent low and gently embrace him.

With his daughter's arms around him and his son's hand resting on his shoulder, he felt welcomed indeed. To have them there was everything.

Angels All Around

Lunch was casual and cozy. Surrounded by his family, Andy truly relaxed. His grandsons filled him in on the days he'd missed. They had attended the church festival with Rusty, who spoiled them with pumpkins and candied apples. There had, of course, been their usual trip to the ice cream shop in the village. They were kept busy so they would have less time to worry.

After lunch, Rick and Holly helped get Andy to the bedroom. There was a large foam wedge for him to rest on and he reclined against it with a heavy sigh. When his wife slid a pillow under his knee and draped a blanket over him, he patted the bed next to him. When she curled in next to him and laid her hand across his waist, he closed his eyes and drifted off. She quickly followed.

They awoke later, long enough for dinner and Andy's meds, then drifted off to sleep the rest of the night.

The rest of the week followed in a similar fashion. Family time, meds, sleep, repeat. Rick, Rusty and Drew helped Andy to get around, while Holly and Patrice saw to his care. Saturday evening, the last of their week together, Sharon and Andy were invited to the back porch for dinner. The others were planning to eat on the lawn, but they remained on the porch rather than navigate the yard, even with the ramps Mark had installed at both doors. The following week would bring physical and occupational therapy in earnest, with Patrice at the helm. They would begin to tackle it then.

Sam and Seth stood grinning under the tree; fingers pointed above.

"Look, Grandpa," they called. "The treehouse!"

Andy raised his eyes and smiled, a little sadly at the treehouse he'd designed and built. The only part he'd missed was raising the walls into place and securing them together. It looked great, and he told them so. "Wow! Would you look at that!"

"You built it, Sir," Julio told him. "We just got it in the tree."

"Well, thank you guys. You all did a great job and nobody else got hurt," he replied. His daughter sat on the step at his feet. She reached up and covered his hand.

"Thank you, Dad. The boys love it. They can't wait to spend the night in it."

He grinned at her and said, "Well, I won't be joining them for a good while." He heard his wife snicker beside him.

"A good, long while," she teased in an exaggerated voice.

"It's alright," Nicole laughed. "Jeff and Drew have it covered."

They sat together on the porch overlooking the lawn. The children danced about the yard, with carefree delight. Drew manned the grill, tending hamburgers for all and veggie patties for his dad. Mark and Anne sat, hands entwined, around the fire pit with the Provenzas. Jeff took a plate to his wife, kissing both her forehead and her belly.

Emily set a tray before her folks, and perched herself on the step beside them.

"You feeling okay, Pop?"

Andy looked around at his healthy, happy, growing family. Before long, they'd have another grandchild to love and spoil. The boys were excited, and hoping for a sister.

Rick and Holly were just getting started and were head over heels for one another. The others were through school and embarking on bright futures.

All of their children were happy and thriving. They were good, decent young people who were living lives which made their parents proud.

Andy looked at his wife, took her hand and kissed it.

"I'm feeling, fine, Em. Everything is good."