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Authors: Clair Delaney
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into a peaceful sleep...
CHAPTER SIX
I
AM GOING HOME TODAY. I am in the en-suite bathroom, getting ready. I
have cleaned my teeth, and washed my face – I feel so much better for it.
Tristan is in the bathroom with me, waiting patiently as usual. I can't believe
he’s in here with me while I'm peeing! This is so embarrassing!
Once I’m done, I place my hand in
his and he helps me to my feet, I shuffle round, press the flush and wash my
hands at the sink. Ugh, look at my hair, greasy mop!
“Looking forward to going home?” he asks.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I answer dryly.
I’ve said my goodbyes to Nurse Jenny, who’s been great. Dr Green
came round this morning and after a thorough examination, she reluctantly
signed me out – I will get it out of Tristan why they are so frosty towards
one another! – And I have strict instructions to come back in a week and
get a check up with her. I guess that’s not so bad.
What is bad is that Tristan really has organised a nurse to
come and check up on me for the next seven days, I thought he was joking! I am not looking forward to that; she might say I have to go back to hospital.
“How are you feeling?” he asks. He’s being very serious
today, whereas I'm giddy with excitement. I'm getting out of here!
“Great,” I beam then involuntarily yawn. “And tired,” I add
knowing I can't hide it from him.
Tristan hands me the towel so I can dry my hands, and stares
down at me, his eyes tight, his jaw tense. “Don't,” I say.
“Don’t what?”
“Look at me like that,” I say. “You don't want me to leave
yet, I can see it in your eyes.”
Tristan closes his eyes and gently pulls me into his
embrace, wrapping his arms around me. “I just want to know you’re ok,” he says.
“I’ll be fine baby,” I say, wrapping my arms around his
strong, muscular back. “Thank you for your help,” I add, trying to pull him out
of his brooding.
“You’re very welcome,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed.”
Placing my hand in his, I let him lead me back into the
room...
I’M
SITTING ON THE EDGE OF THE BED in my horrid, hospital nightgown.
Tristan has helped me into my new sweats, and is down on his knees, tying up
the laces to my new trainers. He slowly walks around the bed and starts to
untie the straps of my nightgown, his hand stills at the top tie, right where
my shoulder blade is; and the massive gauze I have strapped across me.
“I'm ok,” I say, trying to reassure him.
He says nothing, and walks back around the bed. Slowly, he
peels off the nightgown and picks up my new vest. “Ok?” he asks as he helps me
pull my new support vest over my head.
“Yes.” I grit my teeth and smile up at him to hide the pain.
“Arms out,” he says and pulls the zip-up hoody out of the
bag of new clothes that Stuart purchased for me, and carefully helps me into it.
Everything is new, sweats, hoody and trainers. I could give
Stu a big kiss for doing this . Although when he turned up this morning
and handed the bag of clothes to Tristan, I did panic for a second, I don’t
like the thought of him going through my clothes, but I instantly relaxed when
I realised it was all new – I wonder what happened to the clothes I was
wearing when I was brought in here?
Tristan leans forward and zips me up, then takes a step
back. “You’ll do,” he says. He still looks so tired.
“Did you sleep last night?” I ask.
His eyes instantly go darker, hooded, trying to hide the
truth. “Baby, I don't want you worrying about me,” he says.
“Tough,” I bark frowning back at him. How can I not
worry?
He leans down to me and kisses me softly, his tongue gently
teasing mine, my brain instantly goes foggy and my legs go to jelly. Will
his kiss always have this effect on me?
“What was that for?” I say trying to catch my breath.
Tristan doesn’t answer me he just gazes down at me, his jaw
tense, his eyes
CHAPTER SIX
I
AM GOING HOME TODAY. I am in the en-suite bathroom, getting ready. I
have cleaned my teeth, and washed my face – I feel so much better for it.
Tristan is in the bathroom with me, waiting patiently as usual. I can't believe
he’s in here with me while I'm peeing! This is so embarrassing!
Once I’m done, I place my hand in
his and he helps me to my feet, I shuffle round, press the flush and wash my
hands at the sink. Ugh, look at my hair, greasy mop!
“Looking forward to going home?” he asks.
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” I answer dryly.
I’ve said my goodbyes to Nurse Jenny, who’s been great. Dr Green
came round this morning and after a thorough examination, she reluctantly
signed me out – I will get it out of Tristan why they are so frosty towards
one another! – And I have strict instructions to come back in a week and
get a check up with her. I guess that’s not so bad.
What is bad is that Tristan really has organised a nurse to
come and check up on me for the next seven days, I thought he was joking! I am not looking forward to that; she might say I have to go back to hospital.
“How are you feeling?” he asks. He’s being very serious
today, whereas I'm giddy with excitement. I'm getting out of here!
“Great,” I beam then involuntarily yawn. “And tired,” I add
knowing I can't hide it from him.
Tristan hands me the towel so I can dry my hands, and stares
down at me, his eyes tight, his jaw tense. “Don't,” I say.
“Don’t what?”
“Look at me like that,” I say. “You don't want me to leave
yet, I can see it in your eyes.”
Tristan closes his eyes and gently pulls me into his
embrace, wrapping his arms around me. “I just want to know you’re ok,” he says.
“I’ll be fine baby,” I say, wrapping my arms around his
strong, muscular back. “Thank you for your help,” I add, trying to pull him out
of his brooding.
“You’re very welcome,” he says, kissing the top of my head.
“Come on, let’s get you dressed.”
Placing my hand in his, I let him lead me back into the
room...
I’M
SITTING ON THE EDGE OF THE BED in my horrid, hospital nightgown.
Tristan has helped me into my new sweats, and is down on his knees, tying up
the laces to my new trainers. He slowly walks around the bed and starts to
untie the straps of my nightgown, his hand stills at the top tie, right where
my shoulder blade is; and the massive gauze I have strapped across me.
“I'm ok,” I say, trying to reassure him.
He says nothing, and walks back around the bed. Slowly, he
peels off the nightgown and picks up my new vest. “Ok?” he asks as he helps me
pull my new support vest over my head.
“Yes.” I grit my teeth and smile up at him to hide the pain.
“Arms out,” he says and pulls the zip-up hoody out of the
bag of new clothes that Stuart purchased for me, and carefully helps me into it.
Everything is new, sweats, hoody and trainers. I could give
Stu a big kiss for doing this . Although when he turned up this morning
and handed the bag of clothes to Tristan, I did panic for a second, I don’t
like the thought of him going through my clothes, but I instantly relaxed when
I realised it was all new – I wonder what happened to the clothes I was
wearing when I was brought in here?
Tristan leans forward and zips me up, then takes a step
back. “You’ll do,” he says. He still looks so tired.
“Did you sleep last night?” I ask.
His eyes instantly go darker, hooded, trying to hide the
truth. “Baby, I don't want you worrying about me,” he says.
“Tough,” I bark frowning back at him. How can I not
worry?
He leans down to me and kisses me softly, his tongue gently
teasing mine, my brain instantly goes foggy and my legs go to jelly. Will
his kiss always have this effect on me?
“What was that for?” I say trying to catch my breath.
Tristan doesn’t answer me he just gazes down at me, his jaw
tense, his eyes
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