Chapter 7

*Hey guys, I hope you're enjoying. I was just wondering about the rating of this story. It is a bit racier than some of my others. If you think I should change it from T to M let me know.*

Andy sat in the passenger seat, holding Steve's hand as the pulled into the Pleasant Valley Mutant Rehabilitation facility. All of their clothes were in the trunk along with the new bedset Tony had boughten them.

"Are you ready?" He asked and she shook her head, gripping her hand a little tighter. "Ok, we can sit for a few more minutes. It'll be ok, they'll take you back for a quick mental and physical exam and by the time you're done I'll have the new bedspread on the bed and we can cuddle." He told her. They went inside and Steve signed them in.

"You're the live in caregiver?" The woman at the front desk ask.

"Yes." She handed him papers and led Andy back to see the doctor. Steve sat down to read the papers. It said that as a live in caregiver he had certain responsibilities, which he was fine with. It stated that he was free to leave whenever he wished, but Andy had to be signed out and permitted to leave by a doctor, again he was fine with that. The papers didn't say anything too outlandish, and he signed them willingly. Steve handed the papers back and unpacked the car. He went to their assigned room to make it nice for Andy. It was small, there was no kitchen or dining area, Just a bed, tv, closet, and a bathroom with a toilet, cabinet, sink, and tiny shower inside. Steve was pretty disappointed that there would be no more baths or showers with his girlfriend, at least for a while. Steve put the new egyptian cotton spread on the bed and hung up their clothes in the closet. Thirty minutes later Andy came back looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Hey doll, you ok?" He asked and she nodded.

"Yeah just a little tired, they gave me a mild sedative, I was a bit nervous." Andy explained. The two got comfortable and curled up on the brand new comforter, only to be rudely woken by an orderly a few hours later. She said she had a few questions, but couldn't that have waited till morning? He was uncomfortable sitting in his boxers in front of a stranger. The sleepy and grumpy Andy was having trouble answering.

"Do you think you could finish this up tomorrow? Andy has had a long day and she is tired." Steve said and the nurse gave him a dark glare.

"Sir, I'm only doing my job." She snapped. Steve could tell Andy was getting frustrated and on the verge of tears. She couldn't think on sedatives, not to mention she clearly had issues with her brain, which the nurse should be aware of. Andy looked at Steve, her eyes were pleading with him to do something so she could go back to sleep.

"Please let her go back to sleep, she is clearly frustrated and she has a brain disorder." Steve hissed.

"Sir this is standard procedure and she cannot get out of it just because of her last name." The nurse snarled. At that moment Andy broke down in tears and Steve was pissed. He breathed in deeply before speaking in a firm tone.

"She will be able to answer your questions more clearly in the morning, please leave and let her rest." The nurse finally gave up and left. Andy was upset and confused, why had she been woken up for questions? Why couldn't the nurse tell she wasn't up for any sort of conversation? Why had she agreed to come to this place? Steve soothed her and rubbed her back as she drifted off again. They were informed in the morning that the nurse had been told not bother Andy if she was asleep, and she was let go for harassing a patient. Steve still went on missions, but he made sure he was back by night fall. He came back to the facility one night and found that Andy hadn't eaten her dinner. He knew Andy wasn't picky, she usually ate whatever her nutritionist told her to, even if it looked like a rotten leaf.

"Baby? Aren't you hungry?" Steve questioned as he changed out of his uniform and into some sweatpants.

"They put me on a new medication, I'm feeling a little sick." She groaned.

"I'll go see if I can get you some crackers or ginger ale." He said and kissed her forehead. Steve pulled on a shirt and went to to Cafeteria, which was luckily opened all night long. There was a young man looking bored out of his skull.

"Sorry to bother you this late, but I'm a live in caregiver and m girlfriend is not feeling well. Could I maybe get a packet of crackers or a can of ginger ale?" He asked and the man perked up.

"Well we're out of crackers until the truck arrives in the morning, but I think there is some off brand ginger ale." He told him and retrieved a can from the back."

"Thanks." He said wearily.

"Hey man, I know this sucks and it's hard right now, but it gets better. I was trapped in here ones, but I like to think I'm a better person for it. Trust me your girlfriend will be right as rain in a few months." He told him.

"Thanks, I'm just trying to take it a day at a time and be there for her."

"Right now that's exactly what she needs." He assured him.

"So what about you? Have you eaten yet?" The man asked.

"No, I've been running on E all day." He sighed.

"Well if you want something, just come back and I'll heat you up some meatloaf." Steve smiled and went back to the room. He gave Andy the ginger ale and she took a few sips.

"How was therapy today?" He wondered.

"Rough, I missed you." She confessed.

"I'm sorry, I wish I could be with you during therapy, but it's not allowed. They didn't hurt you did they?" He asked, Steve really didn't want to rip someone a new asshole for hurting his girl, but he would.

"No, they just aren't very sensitive about touchy stuff, it's like the want me to cry." She confessed.

"Well honey they probably do, they have to get to the root and it's going to take some digging." The nausea only lasted a couple days and was replaced with a different side effect, which Steve honestly didn't hate. It was a Friday evening, Steve returned from a meeting to find Andy laying on the bed, completely naked.

"Um babe?" He swallowed hard and tried to keep his cool.

"Steve!" She got up and pounced on him, trying to tear off his uniform.

"Whoa, Whoa, calm down, give me a second here." He got his uniform off. "Is this a good idea? Are we even allowed to do this? I don't want to hurt you." He reasoned.

"The nurse doesn't start her rounds for another hour, I don't have any physical restrictions, and they can't kick me out for making love to my boyfriend, when they put me on a medication that makes me this horny." She told him. Steve was halfway there and he knew Andy wasn't far off either, when she stopped. Steve popped an eye open and looked up at her, she was holding her head in her hand and started to groan.

"Baby? What's wrong?" He questioned.

"My head hurts." She looked like she would have fallen over if he hadn't had a hold of her hips.

"Babe I'm going to lift you off of me and go get the doctor." He told her before gently picking her up and moving her. Steve helped her put a robe on and dressed himself before leaving the room. He explained what had happened to the doctor and he looked her over.

"While sex is actually encouraged as a source of stress relief for the patients and we offer free prophylactics, I don't think that is something Andy's brain can handle at the moment." The doctor said and Steve nodded.

"Then fix the dosage, I've never been this horny in my life!" She growled in frustration.

"I'll see what I can do." The doctor told her with a look of sympathy. The doctor left and Steve held Andy close.

"Baby I promise this will get better." He reassured her.

"What if it doesn't? What if they can't fix me?" She cried.

"Baby please have a little faith, if not for yourself, for me." He begged.

"Ok, I'll try."