Conrad sat uncomfortably on the cold bathroom floor. Victoria sat next to him, her head resting on his chest. Unsure of how to comfort her, he ran his hands along her back and through her hair.
"I told you, mixing those pain pills and alcohol would make you sick." He explained.
"I'm gonna kill Marta." She grumbled.
Conrad kissed the side of her head.
"No, my dear. She didn't know you were taking those pills when she gave you wine. I gave you the pills and didn't realize she gave you wine."
"I need to watch you both more closely." Victoria offered with a small chuckle.
It took Conrad a few moments but he was able to get himself up and help Victoria, who insisted on brushing her teeth before heading back to bed. She noticed the way he held his back and knew the time on the bathroom floor must have made him sore.
"Why don't you stay in here tonight?" She offered.
"I want you to get your rest."
"Don't be silly. This bed is more comfortable and we can both sleep in the same bed. We've done it for years."
Conrad smiled at the memory before sliding into the bed.
"No funny business," he warned in the most serious voice he could muster.
"I wouldn't dream of it. The last time I even entertained the notion I got violently ill!" She laughed.
In her sleep she rolled over, forcing herself into his embrace. He was more than happy to wrap his arms around her. With all their squabbles recently, he had forgotten the way her ice queen exterior melted away in her sleep. In their early years of marriage, he had always imaged that in her sleep, Victoria was truly herself and that her frigid disposition was merely a defensive act. After crossing her one to many times, he began to wonder if she really was the cold and calculating woman he had grown to know but this accident had made him question everything. He was dying to know whether he could thaw the ice around her heart for good. And more than anything, he wondered if they could ever get back what they had lost.