Chapter Six

Matt had been examined by a dozen different nurses, and couple of doctors. After what seemed like forever, and with Frank's help, Emily reentered Matt's room, and sat in the uncomfortable chair near his bed.

"Hey," Matt said, easier, and more aware of his surroundings.

"Matt, I'm so sorry," Emily said, as a couple of tears decended her cheeks.

"Hey, there is no reason to be sorry. You couldn't have known that psycho was going to grab you and take you hostage," Matt said, and then grimaced slightly, as he tried to move his arm to grab her hand.

"Look at you," Emily paused to point at Matt's current state, "That is my fault."

"No, I was the one who ran into the building without backup. I was the one that was so hell bent on getting you out in one piece that I didn't care what happened to me," Matt said, unable to meet her eyes.

Emily gently grabbed his hand, and kissed it.

"Matt, I have to ask you a question," Emily said, not taking her eyes off of Matt.

"Shoot," Matt said, lightly laughing, as that was the only thing that didn't send pain coursing through his body.

"Not funny," she said, slapping his non-bandaged shoulder.

"Okay, what's your question?" Matt asked.

"Do you...umm...do you still...have...feelings," Matt interrupted her.

"Yes, I still have feelings for you. Em, I haven't stopped loving you. I've tried, so hard, to forget you. You'd think after five years that feelings would start to disperse. They didn't, so after the first year, I pretty much drank myself to sleep. It was the only way I could sleep without you," Matt said, tears cascading down his eyes.

Emily started at him, not sure what to say. Sure she loved him, she loved him so much that her body ached. Then Michael came along, and the feeling dissolved a little bit, not much but enough to make her go into denial about her feelings. She just didn't know if she could go there again, she didn't know if she could give herself to him fully, without still feeling hurt.

Matt held her hand more tightly, as he watched her argue with herself. He always thought she was adorable when she argued with herself, biting her lower lip, and she'd be twirling her hair if her other arm wasn't in a sling. Matt smiled softly at her, which brought her out of her current realm.

"What?" Emily asked.

"Nothing," Matt said, the goofy grin refusing to leave his face.

"Why are you smiling?" Emily asked, amused by the grin on his face.

"You," he said, watching a smile cross Emily's lips.

'Maybe they'd be okay' Emily thought.

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The next day

Matt grimaced as Frank helped him into the oversized SUV. He had to stay in Washington until his physical therapist cleared him to fly. Emily sat in the back seat of the SUV, having to start light physical therapy on her wrist and arm. Matt groaned out in pain as he tried and failed to put his seatbelt on. Emily leaned slightly over the seat, and grabbed the belt with one hand and snapped it.

"Thanks," Matt said sheepishly.

"Not a problem," Emily breathed into his ear.

A grin crossed his face, as Frank shook his head. Those two hadn't seen each other in five years, and here they were after a very high risk, and dangerous hostage situation, bantering with each other like old times.

"Okay, I'm gonna drop you two off at physical therapy, and then I'm gonna go make a phone call and pick up lunch for us," Frank said.

Emily nodded and smiled, while Matt turned to him, "What are you picking up?"

"I don't know, I was think pizza," Frank said.

"Man, I've been craving some really good cheeseburger," Matt said.

"Cheeseburgers it is," Frank said.

Matt wiggled back down into his seat, and groaned until he felt as comfortable as he could. His left shoulder now in a sling, still bandaged from the hole that bullet left. His right knee was in a metal contraction that they called a castic brace. It was to stop him from moving his knee up and down, but still allowed for certain movements. Luckily they were able to get most of the bullet out of his knee, but some was apparently still stuck in his knee.

"Okay guys here we are," Frank said, as he hopped out. Emily could physically walk, but Matt couldn't.

On ordinary basis they'd give him some crutches and send him on his way, but Matt also had a bad arm, so he had to be wheeled around in a wheel chair. Frank grabbed the wheel chair at the front of the building and pushed it beside the SUV. He grabbed Matt's arm, and flung it around his neck, and he slid out of the vehicle. Once he was out, Frank helped him hobble over to the wheel chair where he sat down. He shook his head, knowing how incredibly stupid he looked.

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Emily took over the wheel chair after Frank's cell started to ring.

"Em, thanks," Matt said shyly. He hated her having to attempt to push him with one arm.

Luckily each of they're bad arms, where opposite, so Matt tried to help her as much as possible. Once they reached the counter, Emily stopped the wheel chair and walked up to the counter.

"Can I help you?" the nurse asked, a look of fusteration on her face.

"Yeah we have appointments," Emily said gesturing to Matt.

"Names," the woman said hastily.

"Emily Lehman and Matt Flannery," Emily said.

"Okay, it's gonna be about fifteen minutes," the woman said looking over the chart and noticing that they're therapists weren't very busy today.

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Twenty Minutes Later

"Emily was about to go talk to the 'pleasant' nurse again, when a tall lanky man, and a short blond woman appeared from behind a door.

"Emily Lehman," the woman called. Emily stood up, and followed her, as she made eyes with Matt who looked away and refused to involve himself in the obivious flirting the woman was doing.

"Matt Flannery," the guy called, still staring at Emily's ass.

"Here," Matt raised his hand, unable to follow him.

The guy rolled his eyes, and he pushed him behind the door.

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Frank came back a little over an hour later, just as Matt and Emily were making they're way outside.

"So how goes the first day?" Frank asked.

"It sucked," both said at the same time.

"Why," Frank said, laughing. They were still so in tune that it wasn't even funny.

"My physical therapist was checking out Emily's ass," Matt said, sighing deeply.

"Mine was checking out Matt," Emily said, causing them both to erupt in laughter.

"Well, that sounds fun, how about we eat," Frank said.

"Sounds great," Matt said.

"Glad to see you still have your appetite is still there," Frank said, patting his non injured shoulder.

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Emily sat on her couch. Frank had dropped her off first, knowing getting Matt out of the vehicle was going to be a challenge, and knew Emily needed her rest. She wanted so bad to ask Matt to stay with her, but she figured it was best she didn't. She laid her head back, to try and ease the headache that had emerged over the day. She had almost fallen asleep when she heard a knock on the door. She got up hesitantly, and opened it. Her eyes rolled on impulse, although she should have figured he would be by.

"Come to collect your things," Emily said, cold and detached.

"Now, Emily is that anyway to treat your finacee?" Michael asked, shutting the door and sitting down on the couch.