I Do Not Own CSI

"Are you ready to go," Sara asked as she came into the hospital room. Gil was being discharged today and he was happy that he was finally going to go home.

"More than, I am in desperate need of my own bed and food that doesn't taste like rubber."

"Glad to hear your feeling better then," Dr. Ringblad said, coming into the room with a few forms to sign as well as medication.

"Much better, the pain is still there but it's not quite as bad."

"That's good, Gil. So here's the low down, no work until you come for your check up in three weeks, we'll reassess then. No arguments on that one, Gil," he said as Gil was about to protest.

"Fine"

"Next, no strenuous activity, and don't lift anything heavier than a cup of water. I don't want you pulling anything and you don't either. Let Sara be the one to wear the pants for awhile."

"I already do, Doc, he just doesn't know it."

"Funny, my wife says the same thing. Next, I want you to wait a couple more days before you have a shower, so sponge baths until then. Once your wounds are all nice and pink around the edges you can get into the shower, but again take it easy. It may not be such a bad idea if you were to either shower with or help him out in the shower, Sara."

"That may not be the best idea, Doc. Sara naked in a shower with me?"

"Which leads me to my next point, sex."

"You're not taking that away too, are you?"

"No, not at all, but no helpers"

"Helpers," Gil asked as Sara smirked.

"Viagra"

"Don't need it. I'm all good in that department."

"Always good to hear, but just so you know, the reason behind that is just because of the pain killers you're on. The little blue pill could counteract and end up hurting you more in the end."

"So sex is still in, then," Sara asked.

"Yes, but again take it easy, nothing to strenuous, and be sure to watch all your wounds."

"Got ya"

"And lastly, talk about what happened, Gil. If not to a counsellor then at least to Sara or someone you trust. You had a very traumatic experience, you almost died, technically your heart stopped beating for almost a minute, PTSD is very common. So if your nightmares or panic attacks get worse, talk to someone."

"I'll make sure of it, Doctor," Sara said seriously.

"Good, well I just need you to sign here and then you'll be all ready to go. The nurse will be in with your wheelchair in a minute."

"I can walk."

"I can guarantee you, Gil, that by the time you walked out of this room, to the elevator, and to your car, you're going to be ready to fall over from exhaustion, take the wheelchair."

"I don't have a choice do I," he asked, getting in the chair.

"No. Ok, Gil, see you in a few weeks."

"Thanks Doc, for everything."

"You ready for home?"

"Home, sounds too good to be true," Gil said, watching as the streets went by.

"You ok. I seem to be asking that a lot lately."

"That's ok, and I'm fine, a little tired," Gil said softly.

"That's not everything though, is it?"

"I think it's just finally starting to set in how close I was at not being here, to not seeing your face again, or tasting you, or seeing you smile. To not being able to sit right here and be someone who wants to ask the love of his life to marry me, have children with me, grow old with me; or to never get a chance to say goodbye to anyone."

Tightening her hold on his hand, Sara replied, "I thank whoever's up there everyday that you're here with me, that you didn't die and that I didn't have to use those POA forms.

I'm glad that we're finally in the position to start moving on with our lives, to plan a future, make plans, family plans. You don't know how much it means to me that you want to have a family with me even after you know what happened to my family when I was a kid."

"I love you, Sara, it doesn't matter where you came from or what you went through as a child, I love you and that's all that matters."

"Just like I love you," she said, pulling into the driveway.

"Are you up to a little company for awhile," she asked as Gil noticed a lot of cars parked outside his house.

"I don't think I have a choice, do I," he said as Sara helped him up to the front door.

They never noticed the man in the black car fifty feet away.

TBC...

Dun Dun Dun, and the plot thickens again, lol

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