Nick finally got me to get off of bed by using coffee and food.
We spent the whole morning in my apartment. Happy.
We were sitting on the sofa. And I smile at the thought that this was the first place we spent together.
"What are you smiling about?" I hear Nick ask.
"It's just really good to be in love," I answer.
His smile warms.
"So I was thinking..." I trail off.
"Yeah?" He probes me.
"I wanted to bring this sofa with us when we get our new apartment," I smile.
"Really? You're not taking it back? I had this pit in my stomach since breakfast. I thought you were gonna say we were moving too quick," Nick explains, playing with my fingers.
"Nick, I meant everything I said last night," I tell him.
He gives me one of his smiles and leans in to kiss me.
"You think looking for a new apartment on our next day off is too quick?" He asks me.
"No, I think that's a great idea," I reply.
"You wanna go to the hospital?" He asks me.
I don't miss the hesitation in his voice.
I nod, "Yeah, but we better bring Oliver food. If we visit him empty-handed we'll never hear the end of it."
"Donuts then?" He says.
I laugh, at his stereotype suggestion.
We both get ready and take his jeep to the hospital.
As we enter the hospital, I feel the absence of tension. Everyone is going to be okay.
We head to Oliver first. As we enter his room, we see Cellery by his side.
"Hey, how's he doing?" I ask.
"He is miraculously doing just fine with the crappy food in here," Oliver himself answered me.
"Well then it's a good thing we brought donuts, isn't it?" Nick asked as he put the box on the table.
Oliver narrows his eyes at Nick, "I hate the stereotype, but I love these donuts. Ergo, you are forgiven for coming to visit me late," he says as he takes a bite of the donut.
We talk for a few more minutes before Nick and I said we still needed to visit the others.
We take an elevator ride to the ICU, and as soon as we step off, I spot Dov.
A train wreck.
"Hey," I say quietly.
He looks up at me, "Hi."
"Is she doing okay?" I ask.
"I don't know. They brought her into the OR this morning, and nobody will tell me anything," he whispers harshly.
"Mr. Epstein? Hi, I'm John. I was the resident surgeon in Ms. Price's surgery earlier. I just wanted you to know that everything went smoothly and that we're out of the woods. It's a good thing you convinced her husband to sign the consent forms. All things permitting, Ms. Price should regain consciousness by this evening," the doctor in scrubs said.
First of all. Yey! Chloe's okay.
Secondly. Husband?!
I look to Dov to gauge his reaction.
He just gives the doctor a nod and shakes his hand.
Once the doctor leaves, Dov slumps back into his chair.
"I swear, sometimes I think Chloe's trying to kill me," he manages a joke.
So I guess he knows about the husband?
"She's a tough girl, Dov," Nick says as he gives Dov a pat on the shoulder.
He gives out a strangled laugh, but a few tears come out.
"Hey, listen. We'll just pass by Sam's room to check up on him and Marlo, then we're heading out. Once we're done, you want us to give you a ride to your apartment?" Nick offers.
Dov shakes his head, "No, I wanna be here when she wakes up. I don't want her to be alone."
"Come on Dov, I don't think Chloe wants to see you in uniform when she wakes up. And she won't want such an empty room. Let's go pick up some stuff of hers and make it feel more home-y and Chloe," I persuaded.
That made him think for a bit.
"All right. Just pass by for me after you visit Swarek," he agrees.
I smile, "No problem. We'll be back in 5."
I start walking forward, but then I don't feel Nick behind me.
I turn around.
"Maybe you want to go alone?" He asks.
I shake my head, "Come on, you work with him too. And plus, I want to make sure Marlo's doing all right."
I lace my fingers through his and we both start walking to Sam's room.
I knock once before opening the door.
I see Marlo pacing back and forth at the foot of the bed.
"Hey, you doing okay?" I ask Marlo quietly, seeing Sam was asleep.
She gives me a small smile, "It was a flesh wound. Through and through. Managed to miss all the organs. He was lucky."
I nod, but repeat my question, "That's great, but how are you?"
She nods, then shakes her head, "Hanging in there. The fact that Sam's okay helps."
I give her a hug, "We're heading out now, but if you need anything-anything-just call me."
"Thanks, Andy. For everything," she whispers.
"No biggie. It's in the job description. Serve, protect and don't screw up," I joke, which gets her to smile again.
Nick and I leave the room as quietly as possible.
"You sure you don't want to wait for him to wake up and talk to him?" Nick asks me as we walk back to Dov.
I nod, "Marlo said he was okay, and I saw that she was okay too. That's all I needed to know."
Dov walks up to us, "Come on, let's do this quickly."
We stop by the station so that Dov can surrender his gun and change out of his uniform. Then we drive to his apartment so that he can pick up his and Chloe's stuff. And finally we drop him back off at the hospital, all in 30 minutes.
On the drive to Nick's apartment, we stop by a pizza place for take out for our movie-in.
When we get into his apartment, I head straight to the bed, while Nick picks a movie.
I feel him unzipping my boots as he sits on the bed.
I turn to look at him and smile, "I love you. God, it feels so good to say that to you."
He leans in and gives me a quick kiss, "I love you too."
He settles on the bed and hands me a slice of pizza.
We both start eating while Doom plays on the t.v.
"Hey don't let me fall asleep, okay? My shift starts in the morning tomorrow, and I haven't done my laundry here yet," I say, feeling my eyelids drop.