Married Life
Author's Note: I'm doing cliffhangers because I don't want my audience to get bored! I'm sorry! I wasn't doing it to torture you! I LOVE YOU! Not really…unless you have cake. Then I love you for real. BTW, if you have any boy names that you'd like me to consider for this baby, please leave them in the reviews! I have a name in mind, but I'm not completely sure if I'm going to use it or not. Enjoy!
Chapter 14: Those Blue Eyes
Cameron's POV
Did I hear something? Did I hear what I thought I heard? I turned and looked at his bed to find a pair of beautiful blue eyes looking back at me. I smiled, with tears threatening my vision at gunpoint for what seemed like the MILLIONTH time that day.
I walked quickly over to him, and sat down on my chair. He groaned, and patted the empty space on the bed. "Why…are…you…all the…way…over there?" he asked, looking confused. I shrugged lightly, and moved onto the bed with him.
"I just can't believe you're awake." I whispered. I couldn't take my eyes off of him-he was so beautiful. I thought I knew how much I loved him, how much it was hurt if I ever lost him…until I almost did. I thought my first husband's death taught me to tell someone I loved them every day…but apparently I had forgotten it. I brushed my hand across his cheek, and he smiled limply.
"How long was I asleep for?"
"Well, you were unconscious when they…I found you. Then you had surgery, and the post-surgery recovery sleep…so I'd say about a day or two." He searched my face. "You found me? How?"
"Well, I went in and talked the gunman into surrender." I said, looking away. I knew he'd be upset with me for putting myself in harms way. Putting our child's life in danger. When he didn't say anything, I looked up and forced myself to make eye contact. He had that look that said he was far away in LaLa land, thinking or remembering.
"It's fine. He never would have hurt me." I said, trying to get him to snap out of it and talk to me. "Allison…he killed people. Right in front of me. The fact that you were there at all makes me feel kinda queasy.." his voice, which had gotten stronger since he'd been awake, was going weak with the long speech. I kissed his cheek.
"Where's Bailey?" he asked, looking around for the little boy. "Lisa's keeping him. I'm supposed to keep an eye on you and House."
His eyes widened. "House…was he okay?" I nodded, reassuringly. "He's fine. He got beat up a couple of times and got a few injuries. But, you're both okay."
Robert closed his eyes as tears started rolling down his face. I grabbed my hankie from my purse, and wiped his tears as they fell. I started crying too, and we just sat like that for a long time. Finally, he grabbed my hand (with the non-broken arm, of course.) and kissed it.
We fell asleep not long after that, a deep sleep that we both needed.
2 weeks later…
Chase's POV (Because we haven't had a Chase POV in quite a while)
I finally get to go home. Thank God! I love working here at PP, but damn, I hate being a patient here. I'm looking forward to when I come back to work with my lab coat on, and can dictate orders to mean-as-hell nurses. Allison thinks I'm being juvenile, but I don't care. I rarely see my son because of this, and I'm ready to get home and hug him all I want. 'Don't lift anything over this amount..!' Pah! Yeah right, like I'm gonna follow that rule. I've been off the pain meds for about a week and a half. I start physical therapy as soon as my casts come off, and I can come back to work PART-time as soon as I get the all-clear from my doctor. Which, just so happens to be one of my friends in this place. So, hopefully I can weasel it out of him sooner rather than later when I'm actually 100 percent.
I refused to wear that bloody hospital gown after I woke up. My lovely wife brought in pajamas, sweats, and t-shirts for me to wear. Along with my houseshoes. I actually bribed a nurse who owed me a favor to wheel me to the Diagnostics office and work on paperwork until Allison busted me. And, she told Cuddy, who banned me from even looking into the windows until I'm better.
My ear healed really well, it hardly ever hurts anymore. Unless I'm in the shower and get water in that ear. Then, it hurts like a needle up the ass. Allison came in, carrying 2 bags that I recognized from our hall closet. She helped pack up all the clothes, and all my entertainment stuff. Then, she looked at me and brushed the hair out of my eyes and kissed me delicately. I smirked, and pulled her closer.
She helped me into the wheelchair, and wheeled me out the building. House had already been sent home and Cuddy was taking care of him all the time. Actually, most of the time, she had to call her assistant to bring her work to their house because of that. We got in the car, and drove home. When I got home, and wheeled myself inside..the first thing I saw was a big banner that said "WELCOME HOME DADDY!" in Allison's writing. There were big and litte handprints all over it. "Who did all this?" I asked, turning to face my wife as she carried the bags in. "We all did. The team, Bailey, Lisa, Wilson, Rachel and Audrey…even House." she added, with a slight smile. She knew I felt guilty about what had happened to him, and tried to make me realize that it wasn't my fault all the time.
"Allie, where's the kid?" I asked, trying to move past the grief of the last few weeks. She turned, and said "Oh, he's at my mother's. She's bringing him a little later on." Well, that just sucks, I thought.
She made us lunch, limping a little. I eyed her as she walked, and finally the concern was getting too great for me to handle. So I had to ask. "Sweetheart, what happened to your leg? Why are you limping?" She blushed a little, and chuckled. "I tripped…over Bailey's stroller yesterday and I hurt my ankle. I wrapped it in an ACE bandage, and it doesn't even hurt that much anymore." I rolled my eyes and wheeled myself to the living room and tried to hoist myself out of the chair. Unsuccessfully…as I fell when the wheelchair rolled away from me. Allison came right over, as I started a mix between laughing and crying. She looked at me like I was losing my mind. Maybe I was losing my mind..or maybe I had already lost it. When that guy pointed his gun in my face, I think I lost some part of my sanity.
I think we all did.