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Suffering: Emotional state, distress, agony, torment, pain, torture.
Jess lay down on the bed, two weeks had passed since the shooting and she still had another week of bed rest before she could return to desk duty.
The minute her release papers had been signed, Stella had said she wasn't going home, she was going to her place.
Jess had shrugged and let Stella have her way, it was easier and she wouldn't be alone.
Jess watched as Stella walked into the room, "You sure you're okay with playing nurse?"
"Yes, I am. Now don't worry about me, how are you feeling?"
"I'm fine. It's just a gunshot, if I can survive your nursing, I'll be in the clear in a week."
Stella leaned forward and kissed Jess's forehead, "You're lucky I love you, or I wouldn't let that comment pass, gunshot wound, or no gunshot shot."
Jess smiled, "Ya, I am lucky. So what happened to the guy who shot me?"
"Attempted murder of a police officer, assault on a police officer, and all the other charges you were going to arrest him for."
Jess sighed, "Good." Closing her eyes, her smile got bigger, "You know, your bed is really comfortable."
Stella smiled at her girlfriend's happiness, "You should know, you've spent enough time in it."
Jess's eyes flew open, ''What's that supposed to mean?"
Stella's smile changed, "Nothing... Except the fact that you seem to spend all your time in it when you're over here."
Jess mockingly glared at her, "If you're trying to say that's the only reason I come over, I'm offended Stella."
Stella fell on the bed beside her, "I can't think of any other reason why you would come over."
"Right, that's the only reason..." She flipped over and straddled Stella, "You're going to pay for that."
Eyes flushed with excitement, Stella grinned, "And how are you..."
The rest of the sentence was cut off by Jess's demanding lips.
They would have fun now, but there still was a long way they would have to suffer.
xoxo, Rikxi ;P