Note: The song in this chapter was written by Lee Majors for his ex-wife, Farrah. The words have been changed slightly to fit the story of Steve and Jaime. To hear Lee Majors sing the song on a Latin American TV talk show, watch the YouTube video titled "El hombre nuclear (Lee Majors) y Don Ramón en "Vamos a Ver" con Raúl Matas | TVN de culto." The song is the second song that Mr. Majors sings called "I'm Not Sorry" and it starts at 32:30 in the video.
The next day, Jaime finished her afternoon testing early and Rudy told her to take the rest of the day off. So she headed off to Steve's room to keep him company.
Jaime checked in with Vicky at the nurses' station. "Does he have an orderly with him?"
"No, you can go on in."
"Thanks," Jaime replied.
Steve's bed was empty. Strange, she thought. She knew that he was not supposed to be out of bed by himself. Then she noticed that the bathroom door was shut. She thought she heard a sound so she turned up her bionic hearing and heard the shower running. She also heard…
…Steve singing in the shower?
Jaime was flabbergasted. She had no idea Steve could sing!
She stifled a giggle.
But then her breath caught as she listened to the words.
Her hands went over her mouth and tears started to well up in her eyes as she listened to…
…Steve sing…
Love me or love me not. Jaime, please give it a second thought.
We were the dream that you forgot.
And now that you're gone for good and I cry like I knew I would.
I want it understood.
I'm not sorry. No I'm not. I'm just thankful for the love I got.
I'm not sorry, though you're gone. I must try to go on.
Even though life went wrong, you gave me memories to last so long.
I'm really trying to learn to be strong.
So I'm hoping the pain will pass, and only the good will last.
Our time together passed much too fast.
I'm not sorry. No I'm not. I'm just thankful for the love I got.
I'm not sorry, though you're gone. I must try to go on.
Now I love you with no regrets. Jaime, it isn't over yet.
Love is something I can't forget.
I'm not sorry. No I'm not. I'm just…
There was a sudden thud and Steve went silent.
All Jaime could hear was the sound of the water running. She listened intently for a few more seconds…still no sound from Steve.
"Steve? Steve?" She knocked on the bathroom door.
Silence.
"Steve? This is Jaime. Are you okay?"
Silence.
"Steve? C'mon, say something. You're starting to worry me. Steve?"
Silence.
"Okay, ready or not, I'm coming in!" She warned him. She tried to turn the knob but the door was locked so she hit the door hard with her right hand, making a big hole in the middle of it. Then she reached in and unlocked the door.
Through tear-filled eyes she saw Steve lying unconscious on the shower floor. A trickle of blood was mixed with the water flowing down the drain.
Jaime gasped. She ran out of the bathroom to the bed, pressed the call button, then ran back to the bathroom and shut off the water.
"Steve? Steve?" Jamie got on her knees and tried to rouse him but he didn't respond. She looked around unsure what to do next. Thankfully, Vicky arrived just then.
"Is everything okay?"
"Steve's unconscious!"
"Let's take a look." With skillful efficiency, Vicky got on the floor and took Steve's pulse. She checked his pupils, felt his neck and spine for injury, and then took a look at the gash on the back of his head. "I think it may be a concussion but Dr. Wells better look at this."
"I'll go get Rudy," Jaime volunteered.
"No," Vicky ordered as she got up and grabbed a stack of clean towels off the shelf. "I can't lift him but you can. I'll get Dr. Wells and you get him in bed." She handed Jaime the stack of towels. "Try to dry him off as much as possible and keep a towel against that head wound."
Vicky left and Jaime was alone staring at an unconscious, bleeding, wet, naked Steve.
"Oh, this isn't awkward at all," Jaime said sarcastically. "Steve, if you weren't hurt, I would kill you right now."
Jaime looked at the towels in her arms. "Okay, I can do this."
Taking the towels to the bed, she unfolded several towels, and covered the bed with them. Then she ran back to bathroom. Even though Steve outweighed her by fifty pounds, she had no problem picking him up. She tried to ignore the fact that he was wet and naked. Steve's head fell back as she carried him over to the bed and gently laid him on the towels. The towel on the pillow started to turn red from his head wound so she placed another towel under his head.
She gently wiped his face and neck, dried his arms, and started working her way down his body. When she got to his groin, she stopped and stared for a moment as she tried to decide what to do.
"Nope, not touching that."
She grabbed a fresh folded towel from the stack and threw it over his privates and then dried his legs.
By the time Rudy arrived with Vicky in tow, Jaime was holding a towel against Steve's head, trying to get the bleeding to stop.
"Rudy, he's still bleeding. It won't stop!"
"Let's take a look." Rudy lifted Steve's head and examined the gash on the back of his head. "That's going to need stitches and cauterization to stop the bleeding. Jaime, keep applying pressure to that wound."
Rudy looked at Steve's pupils. "Yeah, it's a concussion all right. Damn fool. I told him not to…"
While Rudy finished his examination of Steve, Vicky worked in the background pulling together the supplies and equipment that she knew Rudy would need.
"Let's get him on his side so I have better access."
As they rolled Steve away from them the towel covering his groin fell off.
Vicky handed Rudy the tools he needed as he cauterized the blood vessel. Then he stitched the wound closed.
"Vicky, let's get his hair dried before dressing his wound; and get him off of these wet towels and on to dry sheets." Noticing Steve's state of undress, Rudy sighed, "and I'm sure he'd appreciate a hospital gown. Call me when he wakes up." Rudy then left the room.
Vicky promptly put a hospital gown on Steve. "Ms. Sommers, can you assist me by lifting him?"
"Umm, certainly." Jaime carefully lifted Steve out of the bed and held him in her arms. She watched while Vicky stripped the bed and put clean sheets on it. She then placed a clean towel over the fresh pillowcase. "Okay, you can put him back on the bed."
While her bionic arm carried the bulk of Steve's weight, Jaime's real arm still had to carry his legs and it was starting to get tired. She was glad to finally place Steve back on the bed. "Can I help with anything else?"
Seeing the concern written all over Jaime's face, Vicky smiled a rare smile. "You can dry his hair."
"Okay," Jaime responded as she went into the bathroom to get the hair dryer.
While Jaime dried Steve's hair, Vicky took the wet bedding to the laundry and came back with dressing supplies.
"Okay, his hair is dry." Jaime removed the damp towel covering the pillow.
"Good, now if you can lift his head, I'll bandage him up."
Jaime gently lifted Steve's head. When Vicky was finished, Steve had gauze wrapped around his head, covering his forehead and holding a large gauze bandage covering the wound on the back of his head.