Greetings.
I'm in a very good mood today. I just finished the last big school assignment before summer holidays. Now it's just two weeks and then it's goodbye homework and hello summer! I'm going to Florida over the holidays so I'll probably write/post more chapters over the summer (if I have Internet). Now I'm just looking forward to coming to US so I can hopefully buy so many Psych stuff I can. There is nothing over here in Sweden, I think I'm the only big Psych fan here actually :-) Now I have babbled enough so I'm letting you enjoy this chapter about our well-known fighter.
Enjoy!
About two hours later everyone had left except for Shawn. He had asked for another hospital bed for himself and was now making himself comfortable. He had pushed the bed next to Juliet so he could be near her.
The door knocked and nurse Amy came in.
"Hi, I'm just going to take you temperature again to make sure it's okay and then you can
go to sleep."
She had checked Juliet's temperature every half hour to make sure it wasn't getting higher.
Nurse Amy put the thermometer in her ear and waited for the beep.
She read the numbers and said:
"Your fever is getting better but it's still a little higher than we want it to be. Sleep tight and call me if you're having more pain." She wrote down something in Juliet's journal and left the room.
Shawn lied down on the bed and started stroking Juliet's hair.
"You comfortable?"
Juliet nodded even though her throat hurt like she'd been screaming for the last two hours. She put her head on Shawn's shoulder and fell asleep just ten minutes later, exhausted from the crazy day.
Light. Juliet tried to blink away the light coming from the window.
Shawn stood by the window and smiled at her when she woke up.
"Merry Christmas morning sleepy-head. The doctor wanted me to wake you up for some tests. How are you feeling?"
Juliet smiled weakly and sat up a little higher on the bed. Immediately everything started spinning around her and she got nauseous.
She closed her eyes and put her hands to her temples
"Jules, You okay?"
She nodded.
There was a knock on the door and Nurse Amy came in.
"Good morning Juliet. How are you feeling? Any discomfort?
Juliet nodded and Nurse Amy said:
"Nausea, headache?"
Juliet nodded again.
The nurse began to check her vital signs. She checked her throat and her temperature.
"She still has fever and her heart rate is a little up, but it's nothing to worry about. Are you cold?"
"Yes."
"Do you want another blanket?"
Juliet nodded and Shawn quickly took his own blanket and draped it over her.
"It seems like you can breathe on your own so we'll try to turn the ventilator off later today and if you're breathing, we'll take you off the ventilator completely . I'll be back with Dr Dawson around noon, just after lunch. Call if you need anything."
Juliet lied down again and Shawn tucked her in and lied down on the bed beside her.
While Juliet closed her eyes to get some more sleep, Shawn took out Gus's Ipad
(He had "forgotten" to ask Gus but he was sure he was okay with it) and started watching some TV.
When lunch came, Shawn didn't have the heart to wake Juliet up. She looked so peaceful.
He took small bites of the ill-tasting food and watched another episode of "Great British Bake-off"
and then Dr Dawson came in with Nurse Amy.
"Hi. Is she sleeping?" Dr Dawson asked when she saw Juliet. Shawn nodded and said:
"Yes, she has slept all day."
Dr Dawson nodded and leaned forward to Juliet.
"Hey, Juliet. Are you awake?"
Juliet sighed and opened her eyes.
" Great. Let's see if you can breathe without help. Is that okay?"
Juliet turned over on her back and Dr Dawson continued:
"I'm going to turn it off now."
She pushed a couple off buttons.
Juliet felt the breathing machine being turned off and began taking breathes on her own.
Dr Dawson smiled.
"Super. It looks like you're breathing regular and deep breaths. You want to take the tube out?
Juliet nodded, but she froze when she thought of how they we're going to do it.
Shawn took a firm grip on her hands, in case she would try to keep the doctor from pulling the tube out.
"It's okay." He said trying to calm her.
Dr Dawson disconnected the tube from the ventilator and took a firm grip on the tube.
"Just take deep breaths and it'll be done in a flash. One two..."
Juliet didn't even have time to think until Dr Dawson had said "three" and pulled the tube out from her throat.
Instantly she started coughing and Shawn took a bottle of water and put it to her mouth.
She drank a few gulps and her coughing subsided.
"Thanks". She said, her throat burning.
"It may hurt a little after, but it will get better in a while.
We're going to take you to surgery and reposition the broken bon in your leg. It won't take more that an hour and a half."
Shawn kissed her forehead while the nurse prepared a syringe with anesthesia.
"Okay, Juliet. Are you ready? I'm going to put you to sleep now."
She injected the anesthesia in her IV and Shawn continued to kiss her until she fell asleep.
"We'll bring her back here when she's done."
"Thanks Dr." Shawn leaned back in his bed and took out his phone to call Lassiter with an update.
It took about two rings until he answered.
"What's the update?" He asked quickly.
"Hi Lassie. Nice to hear from you too. Yes I'm fine but the hospital-food is terrible."
"Cut the crap Spencer."
"She's okay. They took her in surgery to fix her leg. Her fever is better and they took her off the ventilator. But she's very tired"
"Good. I'll tell the Chief and Guster- he's here by the way, and I think we'll be visiting after work again."
"Okay. Thanks."
He closed his phone. Shawn sat up in the bed and tried to take long deep breaths. Juliet was fine, the worst was over.
"Ah, now I can enjoy another episode of "Great British Bake-off" He said to himself.
An hour later Nurse Amy brought Juliet back. She was sleeping and there was a new cast on her leg.
"Everything went excellent. We put the bones back into place and it will heal nicely. Is there anything you want to ask?"
"No everything's fine. Thank you."
Shawn was left alone once again with a sleeping Juliet.
"Jules, Sweetie. I just talked to Lassie and he said he was going to visit after work."
He felt a little stupid talking to a sleeping Juliet but he continued anyway.
"Everything went excellent and your leg will be as good as new." He repeated.
"You're doing such a good job. I love you so much."
He gave her a last kiss and turned his attention to the elimination in "Great British Bake-off".
Again, I'm not a doctor so if this doesn't make sense I'm sorry. Oh and this writer's block is killing me, so if you have any ideas please don't hesitate to let me know. No ideas are bad ideas (but I'm not killing anyone) Please review :-)