A/N: So, the very kind daisesndaffidols told me she could stand to read a little more of this story if I wanted to expand on it, so I thought about it and realised that I could stand to write more of this story too! lol Thanks to everyone who reviewed on (what is now) Chapter 1 and I really hope that this chapter (and the ones I hope to follow it up with in due course) do not suck! ;)

(For disclaimer, etc. - see chapter 1)

Chapter 2

"No!" Zoe cried in panic as Earl slipped on the roof.

Wade reached for his father, pulling him back to safety just in time, only for the tile beneath his own foot to give way. Earl grabbed at his son but he had no coordination to speak of and Wade fell, as if in slow motion.

There was nothing Zoe could do but scream... and that woke her up.

Sitting bolt upright in the chair, Zoe couldn't catch her breath. It was just a dream, only it wasn't. Wade really had fallen from the roof, really had been knocked unconscious. His blood really had been on her hands and clothes. Her eyes went to the empty bed and she panicked some more.

"Wade?!" she yelled, darting up from her seat.

"Geez, doc, I'm right here," he told her, emerging from the bathroom. "Where's the fire already?"

"Oh my God," she gasped, rushing to his side and assisting him back to the bed. "You should've woken me if you needed anything."

"I'm a big boy, doc. Been able to go to the bathroom by myself a long time," he told her, wincing as he pulled his legs back up onto the bed at last. "'Course it's an adventure with a busted ankle."

"It's not broken, just sprained," she reminded him, pulling the covers back up over him.

"Whatever, I ain't afraid to tell you that it hurts like hell if I walk on it."

Zoe just stood there a moment, marvelling at Wade just being Wade. That dream she had just had, it was far from the first time since the actual event that landed him in the hospital with a head injury, a sprained ankle, bruised ribs, and more cuts and bruises than Zoe had seen on one person in quite a while. For a while there, she really had thought she was going to lose him.

"You had that dream again," said Wade, eyes still closed even as he spoke to her.

"What dream?" she asked, as if she didn't know.

Wade opened one eye and peered at her.

"Zoe."

It was weird how it made her smile when he said her name like that. She never minded him calling her 'doc', but it had the side-effect of making it all the more special somehow when he didn't. Of course, it also meant he was having one of his rare serious moments too and that never ended well.

"Yes, I had the stupid dream!" she exclaimed, waving her arms in exasperation. "It's perfectly normal after the kind of trauma that I went through."

She almost expected Wade to make a joke about how his trauma was worse or maybe calling her dumb for being so shaken up by what happened still. Apparently, he was no more in the mood for jokes right now than she was.

"C'mere, crazy doctor," he urged her, gesturing with one hand for her to join him on the bed.

Zoe moved up beside him, glad of his arm around her as she curled into his side, and the kiss he planted in her hair. It reminded her of how they had been in the hospital. For the two days Wade was kept in, she hardly left his side, and was literally next to him in the bed just like this for much of the time.

When he was released, Lavon insisted on Wade taking one of the guest rooms up at the main house until he was healed. It would make it easier for them all to keep an eye on him. As much as Zoe insisted she was going to play nursemaid just as much as she could (and didn't Wade just love to make jokes about her in a nurse's uniform) she was going to need a break once in a while.

The danger of the head injury had passed, according to the doctor at the hospital, but Zoe was still wary. There could always be complications and Wade had taken a hell of a blow to the cranium. Besides, with his other injuries, he didn't get around so well and needed plenty of rest to properly heal. Zoe just didn't trust him to take care of himself properly and insisted on doing it herself as much as possible.

"You know, being here like this is nice and all, but I'm gonna go stir crazy before too long," Wade complained. "I don't think I was built for staying in bed all the time. Well, not to sleep anyway."

Zoe giggled at that, she couldn't help it, and that was before she saw the grin on his face that was always so amusing in moments like this.

"Well, if you don't like the injuries or the bed rest that follows, maybe you shouldn't climb up on any more rooves," she advised, only half-joking. "I swear, if I hadn't seen with my own eyes how guilty Earl felt about what happened, I would've taken some serious New York anger out on him," she said definitely.

"It's not his fault, doc," Wade told her, shaking his head slightly. "I chose to go up there, like I always do, and I'm tellin' you now, I'll probably do it again too."

She could argue with him, but Zoe knew better than to try. If there was one thing she knew for sure about Wade, it was how much he loved his father, even if he would try to deny it forever.

"Y'know, before long, this town is going to start calling you Crazy Wade," she said, only half joking.

"Will you still love me, legacy nickname and all, doc?" he asked, smirking hard.

"Hmm, I don't know, will I?" she said, pretending to think real hard about it. "I guess I will," she told him eventually. "Which probably makes me Crazy Zoe."

"Well, don't worry on it, doc, because I'll still love you too, crazy or not," he promised, pulling her half on top of him as he kissed her deeply.

They were all over each other before long, completely unaware of anything going on around them, including a light tapping on the door, and that door opening to reveal a pair of visitors.

"No. No. No!" Lavon declared loudly, covering his eyes with one hand.

His other hand moved to block Rose's view of the inappropriate scene, but he missed his target and she side-stepped before he could try again. She was busy laughing at Zoe's embarrassment and Wade's complete nonchalance at being caught.

"So, this is what recuperation looks like, huh?" she said smartly, coming further into the room.

Lavon immediately turned to leave, even though the coast was now clear.

"I gotta go bleach my eyeballs," he muttered as he left.

"Rose, what are you doing here?" asked Zoe with a smile, which faded just a little when she moved and realised her bra was no longer fastened.

She shot Wade a look but he pretended not to notice.

"I thought maybe the invalid might appreciate some home baking," said Rose smartly, coming closer to the bed. "I figured it was one thing that you weren't going to do for him anyway," she said to Zoe, smirking just a little. "Also, I was thinking there ought to be something to mark the occasion of you two idiots finally admitting how you feel about each other, so it's dual-purpose cake," she said with a shrug.

Wade sat up some to better see the cake as Rose handed it to Zoe. Just as she said, it had multiple purposes and the icing on the top had literally been divided in two to show it. One side said 'Get Well Soon' in slightly shaky icing letters, the other had a heart drawn on it with Z+W inside.

"Well, that is beautiful," said Zoe, a little stunned if she was honest. "Isn't it, Wade?"

"Just great," he agreed, though he didn't look any more sure about it than she was.

"Decoration is not exactly my strong suit," Rose admitted, wringing her hands. "I swear it tastes better than it looks. Either way, it's the thought that counts, right?"

"Of course, it is," Zoe promised her, putting the cake down on the nightstand and moving to hug her friend. "Thank you so much."

"Yeah, you did good, Rosie-girl. We appreciate it," Wade assured her.

"Wow, is he still on the drugs?" asked Rose in a faux-whisper. "He hasn't called me that since I was around five."

"It could be a side-effect of the head injury."

"Or he could be getting soft in his old age."

"Maybe."

"Hey!" Wade protested.

"C'mon, we're just teasing," Rose assured him. "You gotta let us have some fun after all the drama. You scared Zoe half to death falling off that roof. The whole town is still talking about it non-stop, first the accident and then how you two are all loved up and everything."

"Huh. I'm the talk of the town, again," said Zoe, looking at Wade. "What else is new?"

"Mostly seems like I'm the one they're talking about," he told her with a grin. "Takes work to be this popular, you know?"

"Like you worked that hard at it." Rose rolled her eyes. "You fell off a roof, Wade."

"Please, don't remind me about that," said Zoe too seriously.

"She's still havin' the nightmares," he explained, reaching for her hand and pulling her down to sit beside him again.

"I'm sorry, Zoe," Rose sympathised. "It must've been so scary. Well, hopefully the cake will make you feel better, both of you," she told them with a smile.

"Thanks again, Rosie-girl." Wade winked at her.

"No problem," she said, excusing herself to go since her mom was waiting in the car outside.

"She's such a sweetie." Zoe sighed. "She actually baked us a cake," she said, looking over at it on the nightstand. "You hungry?"

"Not for cake," Wade told her, pulling her closer and kissing her long and hard.

"Hmm, somebody's clearly feeling better," said Zoe, trying to catch her breath when they parted. "But your timing is lousy. I promised I'd swing by the practice for a couple of hours this afternoon to help Brick out."

"Now?" Wade pouted.

"Pretty much, yes," she told him, checking her watch, "but don't worry, Lavon is here if you need anything."

"Ain't something I want from Lavon," said Wade with a look.

Zoe smiled, leaned in to plant another good long kiss on his lips.

"I promise you can have what you want," she told him softly, "later. Try being a patient patient for a change, okay?"

"Doesn't look like I have much of a choice now, does it?" he said, sighing heavily like it was just such a big deal.

Zoe rolled her eyes, getting up off the bed, but before she could get too far she felt a slap on her behind. When she looked back, Wade had his eyes closed, feigning sleep, but the smile gave him away if nothing else.

"I'll catch up with you later, cowboy," she told him from the door, watching him reach for the TV remote to pass the time while she was gone.

"I ain't goin' anywhere, doc," he replied, waving with his free hand.

"Good," she said softly, smiling as she walked away.

To Be Continued...