"A delivery for Miss Sidle. Miss Sidle, I've got a packet for you. Fresh undies, very sexy and smooth." Greg held a bag in front of Sara's eyes.
"What happened to Sofia?"
"She got called in and asked me to bring you your stuff."
"Thanks."
"I carried your undies."
"Worse, I wanted to ask you to pack them in the first place. Sofia showed up around noon so I asked her. I know you won't do silly things with my underwear."
"No, I'm not a panty sniffer. I prefer your underwear with you inside. You look better."
"I feel better since I know I can go home. Did you pack your bag?"
"Sure. Me moving in with you, a dream comes true. I can bring you breakfast to bed every morning."
"Now that sounds like one of my dreams come true. A young, sexy man who brings me my breakfast. I'm sure I booked that. Come here Sexy, get your kiss for carrying my clothes." She pulled him into her arms and kissed him straight on his lips.
"Wow, I carry your stuff every day from now on."
"Thought so."
He gave her a good look over. "You look much better, Sara. This time your words don't scare me anymore. Is that the work of your shrink?"
"More of your wife. Why didn't you tell me you got married, by the way?"
"Sorry, I thought your sister told you."
"No, she didn't. You're both liar."
"If lies get me to you I lie."
"Did you both knew the other one was lying?"
"Yes. We both knew you're an only child. The nurse didn't, we used that and donated our blood for you. A part of me is in you. Very romantic if you ask me."
"What? I didn't know that."
"Not? Jules and me donated blood for you after she found you. You lost a lot of blood and needed a few pints."
"Thanks. I guess that was the dumbest thing I've ever done. No wonder they wanted to send me to the loony bin."
"You don't belong in a loony bin, you belong on graveyard shift with me. We all miss you. I caught Sofia whining that nobody bitches around anymore since you're gone. She misses you a lot."
Perhaps she should tell Greg about her and Sofia. One day. First she had to clear that with the blonde. He was her best friend, he wouldn't say stupid things, annoy them. Not her Greggo. Like he should know about Jules – well, that would happen pretty soon when they all lived in Sara's condo. Gosh, she had two people in her condo and looked forward to this. That was plain crazy.
"She'll survive. Oh, I forgot to tell you something about you staying with me."
"Don't tell you have changed your mind."
"No, I haven't. I invited somebody else as well."
"Whom?"
"Jules. She asked if I need some company, if she should stay with me and I told her she can do that when she can live with the fact that you're there too. Apparently she can live with this. You'll share a condo with your wife."
"Do I get your bed for my wife and me?"
"You do get my bed because you need to sleep during the day while I sit on the couch."
"Alone in your bed. Not the fantasy I had. Don't you want to join me for a little nap?"
"No. It's all yours, Greg."
"What a pity." He smirked. "How about your legs?"
"According to my doctor the swelling is still there but gets smaller every day. I can't move my legs at the moment but he has no doubt that I'll walk again with in the next three weeks. I can't run a marathon, have to train my muscles a bit again but I'll be able to work."
"That's what I want to hear. And you can cope with the situation?"
"I won't harm myself, Greg. Three weeks, that's a timeline I can handle." She pulled him closer. "I'm so sorry I scared you. Really."
"Why don't we forget it? You survived, won't do it again, it's over."
"Deal." She had to talk about this again when she was in therapy. Doctor Bendler wouldn't let her leave without talking about her suicide attempt.
"Home sweet home." Sara took a deep breath. Back in her condo, out of hospital. No more nurses, no more doctors – okay one doctor was still with her. Her favorite doctor. Jules.
"You're driving the wheelchair like your car."
"Fast and perfect? I know Greg."
"Fast and breathtaking."
"You made so much space for me, I can use that." He had tried to make Sara's condo more suitable for the wheelchair, moved a few things away so she could roll through into every room.
"What's the first thing you want to do?"
"Order a pizza, change into something comfy and have a beer on the couch."
"No alcohol. You're still on pain killers."
"Spoilsport."
"Love you too. I put my things in your room, a little bag will do. I can go home every second day and get new stuff. If you write me a list I go shopping for you."
"I've wheels, I can do it myself."
"Sure. How do you get down the stairs with your wheels?"
Sara grumbled. There was an elevator in the house her condo was in but before you could reach it you had to climb five steps. Impossible for her at the moment.
"I'm a prisoner in my own condo."
"Wanna go back to hospital?" Greg smirked.
"No!"
"Stop whining. I take you out once a day."
"Now I feel like a dog."
He looked at her without words. The doorbell rang and saved Sara his answer. She got herself into the living room and switched on the TV. Brainless afternoon talk shows, her new life for the next weeks.
"Hey, how are you?" Jules came into the living room, a little backpack hanging over her right shoulder.
"Happy to be home. Only the butler sucks, he's too cheeky and treats me like a dog."
"Have you been an annoying patient again?"
"Are you on his side?"
"Do I have to take a side?"
"Yes."
"I take my side." Jules put her backpack aside and sat next to Sara. "You look better now that you're home."
"Hospital doesn't suit me. It was about time I got out. Now the only thing I've to cope with is home care. Although my plan is to tell the nurse on wheels she can stay away, I can wash myself and don't need her to get me into my shower. Somehow I will manage."
"Want a doctor who helps you?"
"Since when does a doctor do the nursing stuff?"
"Only for special patients."
"How many special patients do you have?" Sara moved closer to Jules. Not that easy when you couldn't move your legs and had to lean over.
"One."
"Decaf coffee for the doctor and the whining patient. Pizza will be here soon."
"Thanks Greggo." The look Jules gave Sara answered the question she asked without words. It was time to tell him something. "Greg, I need to tell you something?"
"What is it?" He sat down, sipped his coffee.
"There's a reason why Jules stays here."
"She made the top end shrink of the city talk to you for insurance money. I'm sure she didn't ask her mother to do that because you met once while you both waited for a coffee."
"Actually it was a cocktail. Without ice." Sara grinned. Jules was the first one she met who didn't want ice in her cocktail. Like Sara she thought it was a waste of space for better ingredients.
"So?"
"So we had a few cocktails and a night together. Last Saturday. And because we both realized whatever is between us is too good to be wasted as an one-night-stand we made the decision we will see what will happen if we try it."
"I knew my wife is cheating on me. With her own sister. That's illegal."
"That was the downside of my lie. Unfortunately the sister thing was the first thing that came to my mind."
"Means you can sleep in her bed while she is in there while I've to sleep there alone. Not fair."
"Life's a bitch." Jules smiled and took Sara's hand. "Talking about bitches, shall I drive you over to my mom's office tomorrow?"
"We talk about bitches and you think about your mom? I won't mention that in therapy. Yes, if you take me over it would be nice. Otherwise I've to wake up Greg or call a taxi."
"No, I take you. You can wake him up with a little kiss after therapy."
"You allow her to kiss me?"
"Greg, I won't tell Sara what to do and what not. She's an adult, she can make her own decisions. As long as her life isn't at risk I won't interfere with her plans."
"Won't happen anymore. Does your mother know about…us?"
"I asked a personal favor, the same evening she was over for dinner. Do you think she didn't want to know why I want her to help you?"
"What she wants to know and what you tell her might be two pairs of shoes."
"We have an agreement that as long as we're honest to each other nobody will try to stop the other one. Yes, she knows about us, I told her everything so if she tries to test you, know can be honest – which you should be the whole time anyway. She catches you lying you'll be in big trouble. And believe me, she will catches you."
"I got that impression. Okay. The truth and nothing but the truth for your mom. Do I have to fear her?"
"No."
"Sure? During the conversation with her I had to feeling she does eat some of her clients alive."
"Only the ones who lie to her and work against her therapy."
"Giving the fact she works for some high class assholes makes me think she kicks their asses. Really impressive."
"You checked on my mom? How?"
"I've my sources." Sara smirked. Sofia had provided her with information about her soon to be therapist.
"Your sessions could be interesting, I wish I could listen to them."
The doorbell rang.