A/N: The final installment of H/E's sexcapades gone wrong. Hope you enjoy!
Chapter 3
The ambulance was on its way and Henry looked down at Elizabeth's naked, unconscious, body on the barn floor. "She'll kill me if anyone sees her like this." He looked around wildly for her clothes, which had been tossed in the heat of the moment. Climbing over upended workbench, he quickly found her shirt and jeans, but her undergarments were missing in action and he was running out of time.
Henry was certain there was no spinal damage, she'd just been hit in the head-hard. He was definitely concerned that she hadn't regained consciousness yet, which was why he had dialed 911. He tugged her jeans back up her legs, and cursed. He loved how those tight jeans accentuated her ass. However, when she was sweaty and hay covered, it did not provide the optimal conditions for redressing his wife. He pulled her dead weight forward and stuck her arms in the sleeves of her flannel shirt and quickly buttoned it up before laying her back on the ground.
Henry could hear the sirens in the distance and Elizabeth moaned and squeezed her eyes shut at the same time. "Shh, babe. Don't move," he spoke softly, his head held close to hers.
"I hurt," she mumbled and turned her shoulder in an effort to roll over.
"Elizabeth, babe, no. Stay still. You hit your head." He held her to the ground for a moment. "I've got to tell the paramedics where you are. Don't move."
He headed out of the barn and flagged down the ambulance, making sure he was seen, before running back inside. Elizabeth had rolled to her side and was trying to sit up. "I can barely see Henry. It just hurts."
Henry's concern for her well being was temporarily tamped down by his irritation at her stubbornness. He quickly shoved the bench away so the paramedics could have better access to Elizabeth. On cue, they entered pulling a gurney over the rough terrain. The first to reach Elizabeth, knelt down by her side. "Hi. I'm Alan. It sounds like you took a pretty good hit to the head. Do you know what happened?"
Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut trying to ward off the pain while she thought and then her cheeks flushed bright red. "Uh, we were riding and then brushing down the horses, and then I was sitting on the workbench waiting on Henry and then nothing." Alan looked up at the man talking to his partner, Jerry.
Jerry held a clipboard and went through the normal list of questions and then he got to the "what happened?" and Henry froze. His eyes went wide to Elizabeth, who still lay on the floor, her cheeks now crimson in color. She obviously remembered.
"Well-uh-so-yeah," Henry started, and Jerry's headed popped up, looking away from the clipboard he was jotting notes on.
"Look. I've been doing this job for ten years now. There isn't a whole lot that I haven't seen, so just spit it out and don't even think about lying because that's your wife on the ground and I don't want to do something that might harm her because you were embarrassed about whatever it is that you were doing, alright?"
Henry closed his eyes and spoke, deciding that it would be easier to tell if he didn't have eye contact with the older EMT. "The gist of it is that she was sitting on the workbench and we were going at it, but it seemed very wobbly, so we moved to the floor and when we were done, I grabbed the edge of the bench to pull myself up and it came away from the wall and fell forward. The edge smashed Elizabeth's head to the floor."
"Hey Al, you catch that?" Jerry asked the man behind him, working on Elizabeth.
"Yup," Alan replied. "Swelling on both her forehead and the back of the skull." He turned his attention to Elizabeth. "Okay, we're going to put you on a backboard just to be safe. I doubt there is any spinal damage, but just because you were hit on the head, I'd rather be safe than sorry."
"Mmm hmm," Elizabeth mumbled, leaving her eyes shut. Henry knelt down beside her.
"It's going to be okay babe." Within minutes, they had her strapped to the backboard and loaded on the gurney, making their way to the ambulance. After contacting the ER, Alan got the okay to administer fentanyl for her pain, and Elizabeth relaxed almost immediately.
With Jerry driving and Henry riding in the front seat, Alan continued to monitor Elizabeth in the back. Once the pain meds finally kicked in, Elizabeth opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. "What was your name again?" she asked, shifting her eyes, trying to see the man at her side better.
"Alan," the EMT replied, not taking much notice of her, but watching her vitals on the monitor overhead.
"Hmm. You're hot Alan. You must work out a lot." She attempted to raise her arm to touch his defined biceps, but realized her arms were strapped to the backboard. "Shit," she muttered under her breath. "Show me your hands." Alan quirked his eyebrow at her, and slowly held up his latex gloved hand. She studied them for a moment and then grinned. "I think I'll keep Henry." Elizabeth quieted and Alan went back to watching the monitor. All was quiet and they were just hitting the edge of town and the road noise died down as they hit the smoother pavement of the streets. Elizabeth piped up and said loudly, "Henry has the best hands. You have no idea what he can do."
Jerry started snickering and Alan was all out laughing in the back and Henry was embarrassed to the point of annoyance. "Can't you give her something to make her shut up?" he asked, which only fueled the EMTs laughter.
"Buddy, I promise we've heard it all. No worries, alright?" Henry slumped down in the seat and turned to the window as Elizabeth prattled on incoherently about his fabulous hands.
When they turned into the hospital entrance, Henry let out a sigh of relief. They parked and Jerry hopped out to open the door while Alan disconnected all of the monitors. Henry was standing at the back of the ambulance when Jerry and Alan pulled the gurney out and let the wheels fall down. Elizabeth was wheeled into the Emergency bay with Henry following close behind. They met the nurses and handed off the clipboard. "26 year old female with possible head trauma, lost consciousness for approximately 15 minutes before we arrived, has been alert, exhibits full use of extremities, pushed 100 mcgs of fentanyl 20 minutes ago."
"Dr. Donelson," Elizabeth practically yelled as the doctor sidled up to the gurney. Henry officially wanted a hole to open up in the floor and swallow him. The doctor couldn't help but shake his head at the young couple.
"It's been a while, but I see you made one last hurrah before I retired. So what is it this time?" Dr. Donelson asked. Elizabeth, who was still greatly under the effects of the pain medication giggled.
"You wouldn't even believe it, Doc. We had just had some seriously mind blowing sex and out of nowhere, I got slammed to the ground and my head exploded." She took a second and thought about that and then started cackling. "Mind blowing, head exploding. That's some funny stuff right there."
Doctor Donelson shook his head, and looked to the EMTs. "You guys can go on once we move Mrs. McCord off your backboard here." The staff made quick work of it and the guys were ready to step away.
"Hey Alan, come here," Elizabeth called. The EMT moved toward his now former patient and she grabbed his upper arm, squeezing his bicep. "Mmm hmm. Those are nice." Then she slid her hand down his arm to his wrist and held his hand in front of her face. "Yeah, not quite what I'm used to, but thanks anyway." She let him go and turned to Henry. "I love you baby," she cooed as she reached for him.
"Now she likes me," Henry scoffed, but he allowed her to take his hand.
"So much better" she said, running her hand over his. Henry pulled his hand back.
"Can we get her checked out?" Henry asked.
Dr. Donelson read over the EMT's notes and shook his head. "You two," he muttered. He did a cursory exam on Elizabeth. "Send her down for an x-ray and CT scan. Let's make sure it's nothing more than a mild concussion."
"Mr. McCord you can go on down with your wife. Take this." He handed Henry a basin. I have a feeling she'll be needing that. Henry nodded.
Luckily they made it through testing and back to the ER. The pain meds had worn off and as happy as Henry was that Elizabeth had stopped vocalizing every thought in her head, he was terribly upset about the amount of pain she was in, especially once the vomiting started. Henry was just about to hit the call button when Dr. Donelson returned with a smirk that was far beyond what he usually possessed.
"Is everything okay?" Henry asked, set on edge by the man's sudden shift in demeanor.
"Mrs. McCord, you are fine. You do have a mild concussion and we'll prescribe you some mild pain medicine to take the edge off, but I'm afraid I can't give you anything stronger."
Elizabeth groaned and Henry narrowed his eyes. "Why can't she have something that will actually help?"
"Because stronger medications might hurt the baby." The doctor waited for that news to settle in. Within seconds, both Henry and Elizabeth's mouths were hanging open. "It looks like you are about three weeks along, so my guess is that you were supposed to start your period in the last day or so."
"Two days ago, but things have been really crazy at work. I thought it was just stress." Elizabeth grimaced, the throbbing in her head was intense and this news wasn't helping. "But the medicine and tests I've already had?" she asked. Henry leaned in, slipping his hand around hers. His mind went there immediately, and he was trying to keep himself from getting too worked up.
"There should be no problems. The fentanyl was a one time thing and our radiology techs took precautions because we weren't sure at the time." Henry breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Elizabeth.
She gave him a small smile. "We're going to have a baby, Henry. And I'd be ecstatic screaming from the rooftops, but my head hurts so fucking bad."
He grinned at her and kissed her cheek, keeping his head next to hers. "I'm sorry about the bench flipping. I had no idea it had come away from the wall."
Dr. Donelson cleared his throat. "So I've got three more months before I retire. I'm kindly asking not to see you again in that time, and preferably don't show up here at least in the next year. The nurse will be in with your prescription and instructions for the next few days."
"Thank you, Dr. Donelson. We appreciate it." Henry extended his hand and the doctor shook it.
"Good luck in your future endeavors. I feel like your kid is pretty lucky to have you for parents. Lucky, and probably accident prone." He shot the couple a wide smile as he ducked out of the room.
Henry made a quick call to the neighbors to see if they would mind running his car into town so he could get Elizabeth home. By the time they got all of the paperwork and prescription filled, their car had appeared and Henry loaded Elizabeth carefully in the passenger seat.
As they drove home, Elizabeth reclined back and closed her eyes Henry placed his hand on Elizabeth's abdomen. "Can you believe it?"
"Not really. It's kind of scary." She tangled her fingers with his and ran her thumb over his knuckles.
Henry chuckled and Elizabeth turned her head to look at him, wincing as she rolled over the lump on the back of her head. She opened one eye. "What?"
"So, you like my hands, huh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. Her eyes narrowed and she gave him a confused look. "You told the EMT that he was hot but my hands were better." He shot her a dazzling smile. "I'm just glad I rank somewhere after the incident today."
Elizabeth tensed. "How bad was it? I can claim innocence because I was under the influence of painkillers, right?"
Henry laughed and squeezed her hand. They pulled into the driveway and Henry rushed to help Elizabeth out of the car. "Let's just say I hope you are never interrogated under the influence. You'll give away all of our secrets."
Once in their room, Elizabeth went to the bathroom. "Henry? Why do I have hay in places that I shouldn't have hay?"
"Sex on the barn floor will do that babe. But I think we are relegated to normal, safe places, at least for the next few months." He stuck his head in the bathroom. "Do you need help?"
"Just take me to bed and hold me until my head feels better."
He led her to their bed and crawled in behind her, wrapping her in his arms. "I will gladly do that for eternity."