use either leg.
“About six weeks. It’s not a horrible break, so it should heal fairly quickly,” the doctor says.
“Can we see him now?” Lizette asks.
“Sure, let me just make sure he’s in a room,” he says and leaves the room.
We all wait in silence, everyone lost in their own thoughts. When the doctor comes back, he leads us to Dennis’ room. We stop outside of his door.
“Just an FYI, he’s a bit groggy from all of the medication that we’ve given him, plus the concussion,” the doctor says before leaving us to visit with Dennis.
The four of us walk into the room. Dennis is lying in the bed, which is mostly reclined, but not flat. He’s hooked up to an IV and other monitors. His left foot is propped up on the outside of the covers and bandaged, but not casted yet. The blanket is covering his right leg and is pulled up to his waist. He, of course, is wearing a hospital gown. They have apparently inserted a catheter going by the tube and bag hanging from the side of the bed.
His hair is a mess and his face has a couple of small cuts, but there is a larger cut on his left cheekbone, which has been stitched. There is also a stitched cut over his left eyebrow. His eyes are closed at the moment, and his lips are parted as he breathes in a slow steady pattern.
Lizette is the first one to reach his side. She places her hand over his where it rests next to his hip. Denny slowly drags his eyes open. His green eyes are unfocused as he looks around, touching on everyone in the room before settling on Lizette.
“What happened?” he asks, his voice rough.
“You were in a car accident,” Lizette tells him.
His eyes close as his eyebrows furrow. “I was?”
“Yeah, sweetie, a pretty bad one. Your car was totaled,” she says softly.
“Damn,” he mutters then yawns. “I’m tired.”
“You have a concussion,” Beau says from next to Lizette. “Plus you’re doped up on pain meds.”
“Where’s Tucker?” he asks, much to my delight.
“I’m right here,” I tell him and move around to the other side of the bed so that I can be next to him without pushing Lizette out of the way.
Dennis flips his hand over on the bed, an obvious invitation for me to take it, so I do. I intertwine my fingers with his.
“Hey,” he breathes.
“Hi.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
I frown. “For what?”
“Yelling at you earlier.” He sighs.
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry, too. I only did what I thought was right.”
He nods slightly. “I know.”
Dennis’ eyes close and he starts to drift off. I lean in and lay a kiss on his forehead. He sucks in a sharp breath, pulling his eyes open again.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” I whisper and kiss his head one more time before pulling back.
Dennis nods and almost instantly falls back to sleep.
~ Dennis ~
“Un-fucking-believable,” I bite out and rake a hand through my hair.
Lizette just told me what happened to my prosthetic. I’m so fucking screwed now. I have a broken ankle and no leg. Where does that leave me? Wheelchair bound. Just fucking great!
“I called your insurance company morning and they said that they will cover half of the cost for a new prosthetic. Beau and I will cover the other half. And I swear, if you say one word in protest, I will hurt you,” my darling pregnant sister says with such conviction that I can’t help but believe her.
I sigh and pull up my big boy undies. “Who am I to argue with a pregnant woman? Thank you,” I say begrudgingly.
She goes to reply but then her eyes get really big and she smiles as she places a hand on her very rounded belly. She’s almost seven months pregnant now. “The baby just kicked.” She giggles.
I grin. “Come here, let me feel!”
She sits down next to me and takes my hand. She places it on her belly where she felt the kick. A moment goes by without feeling anything, but then, there is it, a bump against the palm of my hand.
“Ha! I felt it!” I exclaim before
“About six weeks. It’s not a horrible break, so it should heal fairly quickly,” the doctor says.
“Can we see him now?” Lizette asks.
“Sure, let me just make sure he’s in a room,” he says and leaves the room.
We all wait in silence, everyone lost in their own thoughts. When the doctor comes back, he leads us to Dennis’ room. We stop outside of his door.
“Just an FYI, he’s a bit groggy from all of the medication that we’ve given him, plus the concussion,” the doctor says before leaving us to visit with Dennis.
The four of us walk into the room. Dennis is lying in the bed, which is mostly reclined, but not flat. He’s hooked up to an IV and other monitors. His left foot is propped up on the outside of the covers and bandaged, but not casted yet. The blanket is covering his right leg and is pulled up to his waist. He, of course, is wearing a hospital gown. They have apparently inserted a catheter going by the tube and bag hanging from the side of the bed.
His hair is a mess and his face has a couple of small cuts, but there is a larger cut on his left cheekbone, which has been stitched. There is also a stitched cut over his left eyebrow. His eyes are closed at the moment, and his lips are parted as he breathes in a slow steady pattern.
Lizette is the first one to reach his side. She places her hand over his where it rests next to his hip. Denny slowly drags his eyes open. His green eyes are unfocused as he looks around, touching on everyone in the room before settling on Lizette.
“What happened?” he asks, his voice rough.
“You were in a car accident,” Lizette tells him.
His eyes close as his eyebrows furrow. “I was?”
“Yeah, sweetie, a pretty bad one. Your car was totaled,” she says softly.
“Damn,” he mutters then yawns. “I’m tired.”
“You have a concussion,” Beau says from next to Lizette. “Plus you’re doped up on pain meds.”
“Where’s Tucker?” he asks, much to my delight.
“I’m right here,” I tell him and move around to the other side of the bed so that I can be next to him without pushing Lizette out of the way.
Dennis flips his hand over on the bed, an obvious invitation for me to take it, so I do. I intertwine my fingers with his.
“Hey,” he breathes.
“Hi.”
“I’m sorry,” he murmurs.
I frown. “For what?”
“Yelling at you earlier.” He sighs.
“Yeah, well, I’m sorry, too. I only did what I thought was right.”
He nods slightly. “I know.”
Dennis’ eyes close and he starts to drift off. I lean in and lay a kiss on his forehead. He sucks in a sharp breath, pulling his eyes open again.
“Go back to sleep, baby,” I whisper and kiss his head one more time before pulling back.
Dennis nods and almost instantly falls back to sleep.
~ Dennis ~
“Un-fucking-believable,” I bite out and rake a hand through my hair.
Lizette just told me what happened to my prosthetic. I’m so fucking screwed now. I have a broken ankle and no leg. Where does that leave me? Wheelchair bound. Just fucking great!
“I called your insurance company morning and they said that they will cover half of the cost for a new prosthetic. Beau and I will cover the other half. And I swear, if you say one word in protest, I will hurt you,” my darling pregnant sister says with such conviction that I can’t help but believe her.
I sigh and pull up my big boy undies. “Who am I to argue with a pregnant woman? Thank you,” I say begrudgingly.
She goes to reply but then her eyes get really big and she smiles as she places a hand on her very rounded belly. She’s almost seven months pregnant now. “The baby just kicked.” She giggles.
I grin. “Come here, let me feel!”
She sits down next to me and takes my hand. She places it on her belly where she felt the kick. A moment goes by without feeling anything, but then, there is it, a bump against the palm of my hand.
“Ha! I felt it!” I exclaim before
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