Chapter 73: Explaining

Sorry for blowing up last night, but it's just that sometimes, as Becky and I discussed last night lol, I don't think some of you (NOT ALL.. I'm not saying that..) realize how much time/effort/dedication and so on writing demands. And you know if I promise an update before the night is over, it might be up at 11:59, but I'm going to try my hardest to get it up as promised. And sometimes it just is a little disappointing when you know we're trying our hardest to get updates up on a regular basis and people get demanding and seem a little unappreciative. And Aeryn, it's not you. :-) I love your witty comments.. very insightful since I'm know to be a smartass.. haha, it's all in good fun. :-) But anyways.. the next update..

Geno's POV

I sit on the floor by the door, sitting across from Ty's bed as I thumb through today's paper, well what I thought was today's paper. Turns out, it's actually from last week sometime, but I've been out of the loop for so long now that I've decided it's all going to be new to me anyways, so I continue to look though it.

As I turn to the second page, I automatically wish I would have decided to watch late night TV instead as I read a title around the middle of the page that reads 'Malkin's fiance in critical condition.' They even have a picture of the two of us hugging in the locker room after the SC win, which is rather distasteful in my opinion. She's here fighting for her life, and the media is having fun with it.

I sigh, knowing that this is the kind of stuff that has to be avoided, and can only be just that by one way. I also know that if she doesn't take it well, it's going to tear me apart. It probably will anyways.. but I know it's something I have to do, for her sake. That asshole was right, she is too accessible now, and I only know one way to make that all disappear.

Getting aggravated just looking at the hideous article, I toss in on the ground beside me before getting up and walking over to Ty's bed, sitting down on the edge of it like I do on any other night that I can't seem to let sleep elude me.

"When you wake up," I mumble softly to her while placing her hand in mine, "I'm going to make this go away. I promise," I continue before placing my hand on the side of her face, running my fingertips lightly across the scratch I find there. I'm about to get up and return to my chair, but I swear I feel the slightest movement from her hand.

I turn around, still holding her hand in mine as I look down at her hopefully. I sit and wait, wait for her to even make the slightest movement again.

As I feel her fingers slightly tightening around mine, I almost fall to my knees I'm so excited. When her eyes finally flutter open, I don't think I've ever been so relieved in my life.

"Oh God," I whisper, bending down and pressing my lips to her forehead, savoring this moment as I feel her arms and fingers on the back of my neck, something I haven't felt in the longest time now.

I pull away from her, watching as she looks up at me inquisitively, and it's then that I replay all the stuff the doctors said to me, and I realize that she might not even remember who I am.

Not being able to help myself anyways, I pick her hand up and bring it up to my lips, kissing it lightly. When she smiles up at me weakly, I know that she does in fact remember me at least.

Ty's POV

After finally succeeding to get my eyes to open, I see it. Finally, the face that matches my voice. I take a slight moment, just holding onto him before all the questions I've been forming in my mind over the past couple of days come rushing back to me.

"What happened?" I ask, finally realizing how tired and worn out I am. Odd.. since I've spent the last who knows how many days just laying here.

"You're in the hospital," he says while brushing my hair out of my face. I want to say things like 'Oh... really?' or 'No...seriously?' but I keep all sarcastic comments to myself, starring up at him instead. My memory did him no justice.. he's beautiful. "You were in an accident, you've been in a coma for the past 11 days now."

11 days!!! No wonder I was bored out of my mind.. that's a lot of time left for one to think. I start to sit up, but find when I do that my stomach area starts throbbing with such an immense amount of pain that it catches my breath.

"No, don't move," he instructs while gently pushing me back against the pillows. I move my left leg the slightest amount, only to find that it throbs in response as well. I look up at him, and he knows that I must be wanting an explanation because he continues. "You broke some ribs, tore your knee up again, and have a concussion."

"So that explains why the room is spinning and my head is throbbing," I answer with a small chuckle, before allowing him to pull my covers up for me.

"Is the pain bad?" he asks, his voice so full of concern that it's cute. I start to shake my head no, but even that small amount of movement has me clenching my teeth. He sees my reaction, and starts to panic immediately. "Here, I'll go get a nurse," he says while turning for the door.

"No, it's okay," I answer, not wanting to let go of his hand or let him out of my sight. He's face has been absent from my view for too long now, and I'll be damned if it's going to happen again so quickly. He turns to look at me, wanting to listen to me I know but also wanting to make sure I'm not lying. "Can you.." I stutter before looking up at him. "Can you just lay with me?"

"That I can handle," he says with a smile before laying down on the side of the bed next to me, allowing me to snuggle close to him as I rest my head on his chest, allowing his heartbeat, a sound I've missed these past few days, to slowly lull me to sleep.