AN: Sorry this took so long, and please over look mistakes. I am not giving up on my stories, it is just I am burried in trig homework every night, and working out to join the military. So I have bigger priorities than fanfiction. Well here is the next chapter, sorry if it seems short, but I hit sort of a writers block, but I think I have passed it. Let me know what you think.
He was miserable to the point he wished he would have just died in that explosion. He had alienated himself from his only friend in this damned country, and he was also still in a massive amount of pain. It was her day off, but it wasn't like if she were here that she would have acknowledged him. After the incident, she hadn't uttered anything to him other that the normal things that were meant to be said by a nurse to a patient.
He missed his Liez and he had no one to blame her loss on but himself. He had done this and he wasn't sure how to right it. He was going to just have to talk to her. It wouldn't be the same though. He couldn't hope that if he said he was sorry and that he really did like her very much, she probably wouldn't trust him. If he were her he wouldn't trust him either.
The nurse working on him today was a new one, and she wasn't gentle at all, but he didn't say anything about it because he figured this was a long start to his punishment for being the person he was. He closed his eyes and tried to think of simpler times in America, where his only worry was someone calling him a fairy for working at a barber shop.
Yet when he closed his eyes he saw her dead look as she stared into him. It was haunting him and he couldn't force the image out of his mind no matter how hard he tried. He sighed and the nurse stopped and looked at him. He shook his head to signal that he was fine, and then she continued with her work. He bit back a hiss of pain as she continued. He realized then he would hate having their job. Day in and day out, having to tend to the needs of the sick, and the cripple, like him.
He had really screwed up, she had become his friend even with such a stressful job as attending to his every need. He dragged his lip through his teeth and beat himself up for being such an asshole. He didn't know how long he sat there in his own misery, but he knew that he never expected what happened next.
She entered his room as a visitor. She wore a solemn expression, but she did enter his room none the less. He sat up quickly which made the nurse dig the blade into his skin. It didn't even hurt, that or his mind didn't register the pain because he was too baffled on why she was in his room. She sat down and waited patiently for the nurse to finish. The entire time she sat there waiting patiently, she wouldn't even look at him. He wanted to talk to her, but he wasn't sure if the new nurse could speak English. He didn't want to say something and have it spread through the nurses like wildfire.
It was another thirty minutes until they were alone. Yet even then she wouldn't look at him. The tension in the air of the room grew thick. Finally she cleared her throat and turned her gaze onto him. "I didn't expect you to come here." he said as he looked into her eyes.
"I figured I would say goodbye." she whispered in a raspy voice. She cleared her throat again, and looked down at the ground. That is when he noticed she had been crying. Her eyes were red, and her voice sounded broken as if her throat was sore. The skin under her eyes were a slight bit puffy as well.
"Where are you going?" he asked as he sat up further into the bed. What in the world did she mean by goodbye? He thought angrily as he studied her pale face. Yes, she had been crying. Why would she have been crying? Too many questions, so little time to ask them all he thought to himself as he continued to study her face as closely as he could from the bed.
"I have been asked to leave…" she whispered as she fiddled with her thumbs. Her eyes were glued to the floor, as if she were trying her damnedest not to cry again. "Why have you been asked to leave?" he growled. He didn't understand at all. She was a great nurse, so why would she be asked to go?
"I have been told numerous things. First of which: I am no longer needed at the hospital. Second: Is the relationship that I have made with you. They said that I am too attached in my patient, so I have been asked to leave." she said as she looked at him. He could see the tears in her eyes. "But there is no relationship! We are just friends. I mean how could we not become friends after we have spent so much time around one another?" his tone was rather defensive, and he felt his blood pressure rising.
"It is true though Donny, I am too invested in you. Everything you say affects me. Ever since you lied to me I haven't been able to function." she admitted. He valued her honesty and he realized that is what she would have valued out of him. It was hard hearing that she was too invested in him. He knew she was, yet hearing it from her lips scared him because now she was leaving, and he was going to be alone.
Blood tinted the skin of his cheeks as his anger started to rise. He couldn't at this moment see his life without her. She rose from her chair and took a step forward. "I need to get going, I will be packing because I am moving to back to Germany at the end of the week. I just wanted to say goodbye before I left." she whispered as she tucked some of his favorite hair behind her ear. His chest clenched and his brows drew together in a deep frown.
Moments of silence later she gave him a curt nod and turned on her heal to leave. "Don't!" he shouted at her before she reached the closed door. She turned to look at him, tears streaming down her face. "I don't want you to leave." he admitted. His mind worked a thousand miles a minute as he watched her just stand there and cry.
Pain started to wrack his entire body, and he trembled under her gaze. He felt his blood pressure hit new heights and he was having a hard time breathing. So this was love? It had to be to make him feel like this was the end of the world if she walked out that door. "I have to leave though Donny, there is no place for me here now." she said in all honesty. That is how she felt, he had lied to her, and now she was asked to leave so there was no reason for her to stay around.
"There is a place for you here! By my side!" he yelled as he started to try and get off the bed. She rushed to his side and pushed him back so he wouldn't fall of the bed. She sighed but didn't speak as she helped him become comfortable again. Once he was relaxed he grabbed her hand and held it tightly so she wouldn't start to walk away.
It took him a few more minutes before he could speak. While he laid there trying to gain his breath and self lower his blood pressure, he thought about how he could make her stay. He felt like he was going to choke when he began to speak. There was only one thing he could say to make her stay and he knew that he didn't want something like this right away, but he felt very connected to this woman.
"Liez, marry me." he demanded as he stared at her.
She stared at him in utter confusion. "What?" she asked as she tried to wrench her hand away from him but he wouldn't allow her to do that. "Marry me. Marry me, and then come back to the states with me." he said with more conviction than he felt. He knew he loved this woman, but he wasn't sure he was ready for marriage. Yet for Liez, he would make himself ready for it.
She stared at him stunned, still half heartedly trying to pull her hand away from him. Tears streamed down her face in full force now. "Why Donny?" she asked. "Why would you want to marry me? You don't even know me…" she said as she wiped away her tears with the back of her free hand. "I know enough about you to know I don't want to spend my life without you. Anyways… I am going to need a nurse when I get back to the states, and what better to married to one." he said with a nervous laugh.
She shook her head not knowing what to say to him. She was too confused, and at that moment she wished she was back in Germany that way she was home, and safe from being hurt by this man. She didn't understand this crazy American, but what she did know is she was connected to him more than any guy she had ever been around. Yet she was sure she couldn't decide on marrying the man just because she felt connected to him.
He pulled her in by her hand and kissed her on the lips for the first time. It was just a simple kiss, but it made her entire body weak for him. It was nothing more than a peck, but it opened him up to her, showed her that he was venerable. She pulled away from him and before she knew it, her answer jumped to her lips. "Yes.."
Her lips trembled, and his face lit up. If he could he would have lifted her into the air and spun her around. All he could do though in his bed was squeeze her hand and smile at her. He could see in her eyes though she was disappointed and confused. Of course no woman wanted to be proposed to by a guy in a hospital bed, and she most likely wanted him to tell her he loved her. That was something he couldn't do yet though.
It felt right to ask her to spend the rest of her life with him, but it wasn't right for him to confess he loved her yet. He pulled her in again and kissed her one more time. This time it was longer than a peck, but it lacked the passion it should have had. He didn't feel right laying in his hospital bed trying to kiss her the way he wanted, so he held himself back.
"I have to go, visiting hours are almost over." she whispered. He nodded and finally let her go. "I will see you tomorrow?" he asked, now starting to worry that she said yes, but she would leave and never come back. "I promise I will see you tomorrow." she said. Instantly he felt better. He wasn't sure how just one promise could make him feel this on top of the world.
When she left his room it hit him hard, she was going to marry him, she was his fiancé. He smiled to himself and laid a hand on top of his chest over where his heart was. His heart rate was flared up and he couldn't help but feel elated. When his new nurse entered the room she gave him an odd look, but didn't question him.