It's All Coming Back To Me Now

by Ms Isabella

Joe Cruz has never gotten over the woman who broke his heart when she left to join the Navy. Flight Nurse Taylor Williams has always regretted never being able to get over Joe Cruz. When they run into each other at a scene, will they act on their unresolved feelings? Final chapter now up. Please feel free to read and review. Thanks! Jaylor.

25. Chapter 25

Chapter 25

Taylor leaned her head against the bathtub as she sat on the bathroom floor waiting for the next wave of nausea to begin. While she knew it was a totally stupid and asinine idea to get so drunk the previous evening, staying sober wasn't a better option.

She tried to lift her head when she heard Joe open the bathroom door. "Can I come in?" he asked.

She nodded weakly. He handed her a glass of juice and two ibuprofen tablets. "Here. Try these."

She took the juice and the ibu. She tossed them down with the juice, and waited for her stomach to revolt.

Joe sat down beside her and rubbed her back. He waited for her to say something, anything to give him a clue about what had caused her to go off the deep end.

Taylor sat up and leaned against Joe. He stopped rubbing her back and wrapped his arm around her protectively. "You really are too good to me," she started, closing her eyes again.

"How so?" he asked.

"You're not in here giving me hell, telling me I did this to myself and you have no sympathy, and that I deserve what I am getting."

"Must have been something awful to send you down to Molly's."

"It was awful. First the accident on the 294, then the one on 90. 5 people died. 5. I've never lost that many except for when I was on active duty." She bowed her head so he wouldn't see her tears, but her shaking shoulders gave it away. The old married couple I could handle. The 8 year old-"

Joe tightened his grip and laid his cheek on top of hers. "I'm so sorry, Tay. I know it's hard. I've seen some pretty crappy stuff too. It's hard to take sometimes." He hoped he was being supportive. He was never sure because the female gender still confused the hell out of him. She cried harder.

Ten minutes later, Taylor raised her head and reached for the toilet paper. She blew her nose and tossed the mess into the toilet. She reached into the bathtub and turned on the water. Grabbing the soap, she washed her hands. She looked up at Joe. "I must look like hell."

"But a beautiful hell." He kissed her forehead. "Think you can handle some breakfast?"

"Maybe some coffee and a piece of toast."

"I'll get the coffee made. Take as long as you need."

She slowly stood up and turned on the shower. "Crown and Coke… never again," she vowed.