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Well Earned Rest

Greg was sat up on the edge of the hospital bed when Catherine knocked on the door and came in. "Hey. What are you doing up?" She asked him with a smile. It was nice to see him in a different position.

He smiled back at her. "The doctor's coming to have a look at me, and then I'm going to have my first physiotherapy session."

"Do you want me to stay?" Catherine asked as she went to stand next to him.

Greg shrugged. "It doesn't matter. Don't you have something else to do?"

Catherine shook her head. "Nope, I want to be here and spend some time with you." She told him and held his hand. "It's weird not having you around, you know."

Greg smiled the best he could to her. After his last conversation with Nick, he still hadn't thought about going back to work. Just as he was about to make a joke to change the topic, his doctor came in.

"Hi Greg, how's it going? Ma'am." He said to Greg, and acknowledged Catherine.

"Alright." Greg told him with a smile.

"Good, any more trouble breathing?" The doctor asked Greg, ready to write down his answer.

Greg shook his head. "No, my chest's still tight though." Catherine looked at Greg with no expression on her face. She had no idea that he had trouble breathing; obviously she realised being shot in the lung was going to cause a few issues, but this sounded serious.

"Tighter than yesterday?"

"No, it's a bit less I'd say."

"Okay that's good." Writing the information down, the doctor then looked up. "Right, let's slip your gown off and take a look."

Catherine stepped back as the doctor undid Greg's hospital gown and let it rest on his lap. He peeled off both bandages that covered Greg's two wounds and put them on a tray he had brought in.

"This one looks like it's healing well." He said, indicating to the one that entered lower down his torso, "However, the red inflammation surrounding this one is a little bit of a concern. I think it may be slightly infected."

Greg nodded. "So what does that mean?" He asked cautiously.

"It means we'll have to start you on some more antibiotics and we'll look back at this in a couple of days. The stitches are fine though, so overall I'm happy with how they're healing." He said and a nurse had come in and began placing new bandages over Greg's stitches.

Catherine smiled. "That's great Greg."

Greg looked to her and smiled back. "Yeah. Thanks." He said to his doctor before he left.

"Right Mr Sanders, you're all patched up." The nurse said as she tied his gown around the back of his neck. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes thank you. Catherine, I'll see you later, go and do something useful with your time." He told her with a smile.

"Greg, I came to see you, this is how I want to spend my time, okay? Am I alright to go with you?" She asked the nurse.

"Of course." The nurse, with a name tag with 'Laura' written on it, told her happily. "Hop in, Greg." She said as she put the brakes on the wheelchair in front of her.

Greg gently jumped off the bed and shuffled into the chair waiting for him. He tried his best to get Catherine to leave yet his efforts got him nowhere.

Once they were at the physiotherapy room, the first thing Greg had to do was stand between two bars for as long as he could. For anyone else, it was nothing, pointless. But for someone who was shot, twice for that matter, it seemed like an extremely hard task.

"You alright?" Catherine asked, trying to keep the worry out of her voice. He'd only been stood for about twenty seconds, but had already got sweat beading on his forehead.

He looked up to her and his mouth twitched. "Yep." Was pretty much all he could force out of himself.

A minute had gone by and his arms and legs began to quiver. "I'm done." He said and looked to Laura.

She came up behind him and helped ease him into the wheelchair. "One minute and fourteen seconds. That's good considering being shot twice and having a bullet hit your pelvis." Laura said to him with a smile and a rub on the shoulder.

Greg looked down and shook his head. "Shouldn't I be able to at least stand for a little longer than that?"

Catherine could tell he was disappointed in himself. She couldn't understand how frustrated he must be, but she knew that it would be a long journey until he was fit and well again.

"Mr Sanders, I've seen people with less severe injuries than what you have and they've not even started all of this yet. They're still tucked up in bed resting. So, you're doing great." Laura said to him.

Greg mumbled a 'Mmh' in reply, honestly not believing what she said even though it was true. "You can call me Greg you know."

Laura smiled. It wasn't very often she had patients like Greg, and when she did, it made her job worthwhile. "Well then Greg, you're doing great."

"Are you up for trying again?" She asked after a moments silence.

Catherine watched Greg, trying to figure out if he was ready to do it a second time. He seemed worn out from his first try.

"Err; is there something else I can do instead?" Greg asked, truthfully he didn't know if he was capable of doing it again.

"Sure." They spent about twenty minutes doing various tasks to help strengthen Greg's muscles again, and get him used to moving about. Then, Greg, Laura and Catherine headed back to Greg's room.

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"You tired after all that hard work?" Catherine asked. Greg was now back in bed and she was sat down beside him.

Greg nodded. "Yeah, a little bit."

Catherine laughed. "Just a little bit?"

"Yeah."

"Whatever you say." She said to him with a smile. Greg smiled back; they both knew he was wiped out.

"What time does your shift start?" Greg asked her.

Looking down at her watch Catherine replied, "Seven. So I have a few more hours yet."

She smiled as she saw Greg's eyes were closed and that he'd drifted off to sleep. Now he was getting some well earned rest.

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