"I get your pizza and then I need to say goodbye because my shifts starts earlier today. Jules, as my loving wife, take care of my best friend, your sister, will you?"
"Of course."
"Good." Greg vanished to get the pizza.
"Are you really fine with seeing my mom?"
"It's nothing I want to do but it's something that keeps me home. So it's all right. Do you know how long I've to go?"
"No, that's up to you and her."
"But? I can see and hear there's a but."
"I'm not sure if you want to hear my but."
"Try me."
"But I think you should try psychotherapy for a while. With her somebody else, that's up to you. I just think it could be helpful for you."
"Not my cup of tea."
"I know."
"I'll think of it."
"Of what? Here's your pizza." Greg placed the pizza in front of them on the table. "Will you think of me?"
"All the time. No, Jules thinks I should have psychotherapy." Usually she wouldn't share things like this with Greg or anybody else. Maybe being more open to her friends helped her too. If she had talked to the doctor in the first place she had known right from the beginning she was temporarily paralyzed and ant forever. So one of the things she wanted to change in her life was being more open and talk more to friends and people who could help her.
"Isn't it what you'll do with her mother?"
"No, that's not therapy."
"Well, if it helps you, why not? I've no clue about these things. My wife is the expert. Trust her, she wants the best for you." Greg kissed Sara on her cheek. "I need to go. Shall I get some breakfast for us?"
"You'll be back by seven, I want to sleep longer. They kicked me out of bed so early in hospital and when I'm back in lab I can't sleep in either."
"In that case I join you in bed."
"If you can live with the fact that I probably wake you up when I get up."
"No problem for me. What about you, my wife? Is it a problem for you when I share a bed with your sister?"
"She's old enough to know what she does."
"That answer tells me, you and her should talk about that and I'll ask tomorrow morning again. Will you be awake around half past six?"
"Yes. I've to be at work at eight."
"I get breakfast for you too. See you tomorrow, girls."
"Leggo my Greggo."
"Bye husband, earn us some money."
He blinked at them and left.
Sara opened the pizza box and offered Jules a slice. At the same moment her stomach made a lot of noise.
"Yeah, yeah, you get your food. It's not like I didn't fill you the last days."
"With hospital food."
"That's a good point. Okay stomach, you have reasons to cry out for some real food. Extra cheese. I love Greg, he's great."
"Is that why you want him in your bed?"
"I want him in my bed because if he sleeps on the couch I can't use the living room the whole day. It's much easier this way…is it a problem for you? I can get up with you and then Greg will be alone in the bed. Or is the whole bed thing a problem?"
"To be honest it's strange that you want him to join you in bed while don't really know what we want for us. It's not that I don't trust you, it's just…odd."
"I can understand that. I get up with you and he'll be alone. If I'm tired I can have a little nap on the couch, it's comfortable too."
"Sara…"
"No, Jules. I want you comfortable and happy with the decisions I make. Greg and me in one is odd for you so it won't happen."
"Is it important for you to have him there?"
"No, it was handy. Sleeping on the couch is also comfortable. I want you happy." Sara took Jules's hand. "Tell me what we're going to do."
"We finish our pizza now."
"After that?"
"We decide then. Step by step. Do you want some wine? If you have some."
"I'm still on painkillers, Doctor Weinberg."
"We share a glass."
"In the cabinet is some red wine."
Jules got up, got the wine, took the corkscrew next to it, opened the bottle and filled one glass only half.
"That's a quarter for you, a quarter for me."
"You're a cool doctor…with a sexy ass."
"You checked out my rear end while I got you a wine?"
"Guilty without feeling guilty."
"No comment on that." Jules handed Sara the wine. "If you finish it in one you're in trouble."
Sara grinned. She had the idea. Forgetting the pan killers, the injuries, enjoy a good wed wine. Unfortunately her girlfriend was too clever. A smart girlfriend. With a sexy ass.
"Do you mind when I get changed?"
"Feel free to do so…and could you get my PJ too? It will take some time for me to change."
"Need a hand?"
"All you want is to see me naked."
"Sooner or later I'll get there anyway."
"You think?"
"I know. And I've seen you naked before. I know every inch of you."
"You were drunk, you can't remember that night."
"I wasn't that drunk."
"You were."
"How do you know? You were drunk."
"I was sober enough to leave your place before you woke up."
"That was very cowardly." Jules left the room.
"It called smart!" Sara took another sip of the wine. She needed Jules to help her change or it would take her ages. You never realize how much you need your legs when they just work. Since she was paralyzed she realized how often she used her legs for moving, shifting her body or doing easy things like tying her shoes.
Was it right that Jules was here? Wasn't it smarter to stay in different condos? Only meet in the evening for an hour? They were at the beginning of their relationship, being together the whole time was maybe too much. Then again Jules worked the whole day.
"I found a PJ, was it the one you had in mind?"
"I don't care which one. Thanks. Nice shirt." Sara chuckled. Loony tunes. She never picked Jules as a comic fan.
"I love the Road Runner and Coyote. Poor Will.E. never gets his birdie."
"He does. One time."
"Are you a fan too?"
"No, I'm not a child anymore but that's common knowledge. If you hadn't wasted so much time looking for the perfect white coat you would know."
"You're cheeky. And done with the wine." Jules took the glass out of Sara's hands and finished it. "Arms up, we get you changed."
"I can change myself – at least the shirt. And the rest too, it only takes a little bit longer. Why do I have to go to bed anyway? It's almost ten, that's worse than hospital."
"One of s has to get up at six. You get yourself dressed, I take the pizza box with me and get myself ready in the bathroom."
"Dragon." Sara grumbled. Okay, until she was ready for bed it would take a while. So why not start with the easy part? Changing the shirt. And after that it was time for the pants. There had to be a way she could do it herself.
"Tomorrow I'll get ready for bed at seven. It takes ages, awful." Sara complained while she tried to get out of her wheelchair and into her bed without help. This was crazy, everything took not two or three times longer, it took ten times longer. In the bathroom she got stuck twice because her wheelchair was bigger than she had expected. All those years she was sure she had a spacious bathroom, now she knew it was middle sized. The mirror was too high, she had problems brushing her teeth because she could barely get close enough to the basin and how she could possible use the shower was something she didn't want to think about. Maybe she should take the shower head and give herself a shower sitting on the chair in the middle of the room.
"If you lose some of your pride and let me help you, you'll be faster." Jules closed the door behind them.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah. First you have to try it yourself and then you can whine for help and…
ouch." Instead of ending up in her bed, she almost slipped down the edge of the mattress. Only Jules's fast reactions saved her from falling down.
"That's why they ordered home care, I get that. Now. When will I be able to walk again?"
"Soon. Do you need anything else?"
"No, thanks."
"Good." Jules switched off the lights and made her way to Sara's bed in the little light that came through the curtains.
"What I also hate is that I can barely move in bed. It's hard work to change the position I sleep in. The next time I want to break an arm, the left one."
"There won't be a next time, what do you think about this solution?"
"Perfect." Sara sighed with release. Finally in bed. As good as it was to be back home, she realized now how much easier most things were in hospital. There was a wheelchair friendly bathroom, there were nurses who got her everything she needed and she was the whole time in bed and didn't have to climb into in the evening.
"One thing is missing."
"What?" Jules asked.
"My arms are empty, that can't be right."
"Want a pillow? Your teddy bear?"
"You?"
"Best decision." Jules got into Sara's arms. "Better?"
"Almost."
"Almost? What is missing now?"
Instead of words Sara kissed her softly. This was missing. The whole time they hadn't done anything else than holding each others hand. Jules was her girlfriend for Christ's sake, she wanted to kiss her.
"That was something I missed too."
"Why didn't you kiss me before?"
"I wasn't sure if you want it."
"For a psychologist, who can read people's mind, this is a poor answer. Why do you think I want you here? Why do I want you in my bed and not on the couch? In my bed with me."
"Why do you want Greg in your bed with you?"
"Forget that, that won't happen. Besides, you came up with the stupid idea you're my sister. If I had made up the story he would be my brother, you're his wife and I've an affair with the wife of my brother. What makes me a very bad sister but in love and war everything is fair."
"So you're fighting dirty?"
"If that makes you mine, yes. Very dirty."
"Good to know." Jules kissed Sara again. "So what did you plan for us?"
"Me? What about you?"
"I asked you first."
"Do we need a plan? Can't we just do what we want?"
"What do you want?"
"See, there's the problem. Some things I want but can't do at the moment. The thought of having you so close to me drives me crazy. I want to be all over you, the problem is, at the moment my ability to moving is limited and I'd rather wait until I'm fit again than being useless and boring."
"Honey, you're exciting, no matter what you do. Your arms and legs could be chained and you'd be very exciting."
"It's not me, the chains are what excite you in that fantasy."
"No, it's you. But I understand what you mean and I do respect that. No sex until you can move your legs."
"Is that all right for you?"
"Stupid question." Jules kissed Sara's tip of the nose. "How could I be comfortable or fine with something that makes you uncomfortable? I can wait two or three weeks, having you in my arms and kissing you isn't that bad. Maybe I nib on you a little bit while you're asleep."
"Did I take a vampire in my bed?"
"If so it's too late now." Jules put one of her legs over Sara's. "I got you and I won't let you do."
"Caught in your arms and under your leg. Much better than chains." Sara snuggled deeper in Jules's arms. This was the best medicine for her heart and soul,so it had to be the best medicine for her back and legs as well. Happiness can make you well.
THE END
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