When In Rome

Chapter 11

"Fi."

Fiona's head snapped up when she heard her nickname. She was sitting in the chair next to Adam's bed in his hospital room. "Adam," she sighed when she saw her boyfriend looking up at her. "Adam, thank God you're awake." She kissed him quickly and leaned her forehead against his.

"How long was I out?" he asked, his voice a bit hoarse.

"Long enough," she told him, pulling away to look at him. "I mean, its only been a couple hours but the doctors said the longer you were unconscious, the worse you got. And there was a chance that you might not wake up... at all."

He frowned and reached up to take her hand, squeezing it softly. "I'm ok," he told her. "I mean, I have this killer headache but..."

"That's not funny," she whispered.

"Are you ok?"

She let out a quick laugh. "Adam, you're laying in a hospital bed with a concussion and you're asking me if I'm ok?"

He raised and lowered one shoulder as he shrugged. "Are you?"

She let out a quick breath and shook her head. "When that guy pushed you, it was like everything started moving in slow motion yet it all happened so fast. You fell and your head... when it hit the bar it made this horrible sound and then everything went quite. I mean, they turned the music off and everyone started crowding around. The lights turned on and I saw you... you were just laying there and you were bleeding..." she trailed off, closing her eyes as she shook her head. When she looked at him again, her eyes were filled with tears.

"So to answer your question," she continued. "No, I'm not ok. I almost lost you."

He shook his head, ignoring the sharp pain near the back of his head when he did. "Come here," he whispered, opening his arms. She moved onto the bed, laying next to him as his arms came around her. "It's gonna take so much more than a bump on the head to keep me away from you."

"Good," she said, wrapping one arm around his stomach as he kissed the top of her head. "Cause I am not gonna let you go without a fight."

He smiled. "It's good that you'll be the one fighting then cause historically, I suck at it."

She smiled as well and touched his hair. "We really need to work on that. What kind of prince are you?"

"Aladdin," he told her. "Not a great fighter, but one of the more romantic princes."

"To be technical, Charming is the most romantic prince. He is, after all, charming."

"Romantic, yes but he has no personality. He just comes in and literally sweeps Cinderella off her feet. Aladdin had to work for Jasmine, so she could see him for the prince he really was." She looked at him and smiled then kissed him softly. "And Aladdin has a monkey, so he's automatically cooler than any of the other princes."

She laughed. "Too bad none of the Disney Princes are huge dorks."

"I think Aladdin would win King of the Prince Dorks."

She made a face. "Kind of the..." She laughed again.

"I think I should rest," he said. "I'm getting bad with the speaking."

to be continued...