Skye's day, and that of everyone else in her house, started with a scream. It took her a few seconds to realize that she was the screamer. She had attempted to straighten her leg as she awoke, and had been greeted by a breath-taking hot poker shooting through her body.

"Help!"

Tears began running freely down her face as the pain intensified. Curling up in a ball, stayed at still as she possibly could, hoping to inflict as little pain as possible. Seconds later, Batty and Dr Breskow burst into her room.

"What's going on?"

"Skye, are you alright?" The mound on the bed whimpered in response.

"Skye, what's the matter?" Concerned the two woman sat down on the edge of her bed.

"My legs are killing me. I can't even move because I think I might pass out from the pain." Frowning, Dr Breskow patted her leg. "Owwww!" Skye howled, "Don't touch me!"

Batty frowned. "Okay, Skye. I'm calling Jeffrey. Try and get some sleep, okay?"

"Fat chance of that..." But, as she pulled the blankets over her head slowly, she was already halfway asleep.

"Hello, sleepyhead." Skye awoke, again, to find Jeffrey seated at the foot of her bed, smiling gently.

"Hi. Where are the others?"

"I took Batty to the conservatory a few hours ago and got her situated, and Dr Breskow left about an hour ago for MIT. Are you feeling any better?"

Skye shook her head slightly. If anything, she was feeling worse. It took every ounce of self-control she possessed not to burst into tears then and there. She felt like someone was currently dreading her legs into ribbons with a dull knife, and she hadn't even attempted to move yet.

"Hmmmm. Try and move your legs a bit, okay?" She shook her head. "Please, Skye, I need to know this."

Biting her lip, she hesitantly moved one leg the slightest bit. And ended up screaming. Jeffrey was by her side in an instant, shushing her comfortingly and stroking the head that she had buried in her pillow. It was the sight of tears, though, that tipped the scales.

"Come on, Skye. Off to the ER with you."

Ever so gently, he scooped her up off the bed and started to carry her downstairs. Skye, crying softly onto his shoulder, let him.

"Good grief, Ms Penderwick. What did you do to yourself?"

"Squats."

"To be perfectly fair, Doctor, she did low knee bends for five hours straight."

"That would explain it, then. Ms Penderwick, you have ripped eleven tendons with this little exercise binge of yours. Five in one leg and six in the other."

"What do we do for that?"

"Well, we have a few options..."

Three and a half hours later...

"Well, Skye it could have been worse." Looking down at herself, she snorted.

"How? You are currently pushing me out of the hospital in a wheelchair, because I can't walk in my matching, full-leg, white plastic boots. That, combined with the fact that the pain meds haven't set in yet, make it hard to believe that it could have been worse."

"Cheer up, Skye. The medication will set in soon." And set in soon it did.

Forty-five minutes later...

"Skye, will you please just watch the movie?"

They were seated on the couch, attempting to watch a movie. Or, at least, Jeffrey was trying to watch the movie. Skye, rather loopy from the pain meds, was trying to kiss him.

It wasn't that he minded kissing her, quite the opposite, in fact. Somehow, though, it felt like taking advantage of her when she was in this state. Granted, she was the one initiating it, but she didn't know what she was doing, courtesy of the medication. Then again, what was it the doctor had said? Humor her. Sighing, he gave in. After all, it wasn't like they had never kissed before.

She leaned forward again, and this time he met her halfway. As their lips collided, he wondered why he had waited so long. Her mouth was soft against his, moving gently in time with his own. Her arms were around his neck, pulling him closer. Suddenly, though, there was a change in her. Her kissing became slow and languid as her arms and hands relaxed. Pulling away to catch his breath, he stared at her beautiful face and laughed softly. She was asleep. Well, how's that for an ego trip?

Shaking his head at his own stupidity, he lifted himself off the couch and began to reposition his fiancé in a more comfortable manner. Gently, carful not to wake her, he pulled her booted legs up onto the couch, and placed a pillow under her head. He covered her with the throw blanket, and sat down next to her feet. Sinking deeper into the couch, returned his attention to the movie. There was no way that he was going leave her side.

Sorry, guys. This one was even shorter. Anyway, please review. It really makes my day. :-)