Rory sat straight up waiting miserably on her hospital bed. "I don't understand why I have to wait for a wheelchair…I can walk fine, I mean they force you to walk in the hallways while you're here but then regardless of how well you are make you leave in a wheelchair. It doesn't make any sense." She complained.

"It's just hospital procedure; it's really not a big deal. At least we're finally getting out of here, let's just go with it." He reasoned with her while rubbing her back trying to soothe her temper a bit.

"Fine, but if it's such an important procedure shouldn't there be wheelchairs available in all of the nurses stations? She has been gone for almost twenty minutes."

"Rory listen to me, you have to calm down. This is not something you should be upset about, the doctor said no stress remember, you're creating it right now."

She didn't get a chance to fight back because the nurse finally pushed the wheelchair into the room. The nurse smiled but nothing was said as Rory quickly jumped up off the bed and into the chair. "Let's go" She muttered. Dean looked to the nurse apologetically and followed them out the door.

The ride back to her apartment was unusually quiet, with the exception of the occasional turn here. He didn't complain though, it was after all the first time she hadn't argued about something since the day he arrived at the hospital. Three days they spent in the hospital and not once did he leave her side except to run to the cafeteria for food but he quickly returned. He helped her up the steps at the front of her apartment building, he was happy to see the elevator considering she had just said they were going to the tenth floor. Rory unlocked the door and they both walked inside, Dean finally seeing where she lived for the first time.

"This is nice…"

"Thanks, it's a little messy though. I didn't have time to clean this week." She explained beginning to pick shoes and a shirt from the floor.

"Uh yeah and you're not going to start now either, put it down." He said motioning to her hands that were now full.

"Dean I'm not useless…I've been sitting in that bed for three days straight doing nothing. You can't expect me to come home and do the same thing."

"Fine then go sit on the couch."

"Dean…" She whined.

"Look I'll make a deal with you." She folded her hands in front of her waiting to hear what he had to say. "If you promise me you'll lay down for a while and just relax, I'll get all of this cleaned up and then we will go out for dinner. Wherever you want to go…"

"Okay but…"

"What?"

"Well I was thinking we should just stay here and I could save that energy for tonight. I mean I have plenty of food in the fridge, if you're willing to cook."

"Is that why you're so irritable, you want to…"

"Yeah okay, we'll go with that. Even though I think it has more to do with the fact that I'm pregnant and my body feels different everyday, not to mention I'm thinking I've already hit that stage of pregnancy where I'm just horny all day."

Dean laughed. "Okay we'll stay here; I'm willing to do anything that will put you in a better mood."

"Thank you…you know what else I need?"

"What's that?"

"A shower."

"I second that, there's something about hospital showers that make you feel dirtier after them then you did before you got in."

"Yeah, the doctor said that I should avoid getting this bandage wet. I think it's easier said then done." She explained sadly looking down at her bandaged side.

"You want me to help you, I mean I do need a shower myself, we could just take one together."

"Dean that is the best idea you've had all day."

A/N: Yeah I know this is short, but so are the reviews. The last chapter I posted only got two, I need more motivation then that to keep this going.