Jazz is still sleeping. I want to see her golden caramel colored eyes, but she is sleeping. The orbs are whirling under her eyelashes, her body is straining to the bandages, so her dreams are not pleasant. Again. I caress her hair, and wondering about how many times I did this movement in the last two days. But works. Her body is becoming relaxed with a loud sigh in a moment. The monitor, which drawing her heartbeat and blood pressure is showing that the values has dropped. Just as the nurse called it, the power of love.
I don't really know. I know that I am already in love with her, but I can't say a word from her side. The answer is probably a big no. She has a lot to deal with, and doesn't have time, strength, or intention of falling in love. Although falling in love is not an intentional thing. I really like her to wake up, and kiss me with love, but this fairy tail scene won't happen. She is still sleeping. Like the Sleeping Beauty. And the walls of roses are already closed around her, and probably that wall is a very thick one. She is a dangerous one, there are more open, and kind women in my age. Everything is against our relationship, but somehow I feel myself young again to deal with the thorns. I want her. Despite the hardness of getting her.
As she has been waiting for my decision, her eyelashes opens a bit.
"Hello!"
I greet her cheerfully, and her eyes are popping open at once. Her gaze shows her terrifying emotions. In an instant, she wants to escape. Like a wild animal. Fortunately the bandages are holding her down.
"Hey, calm down, or the doctors have to give you another dose of tranquilizer!"
She is reacting fast. Good warrior, after all. But I can see in her eyes that she is still stunned.
"My stomach hurts." She flounders.
"I tell the doctors."
So I stand up from the chair, and go out, to the nurses' desk. The news, that Jazz has been waking up, stirring the staff. The nurses hurrying to her, and later a doctor stand in with them, and another one. And one more. Two, three more ones. They are examining the Wonder Patient. Jazz isn't protesting, at least she's not making a sound, and she hasn't even beaten up the hospital staff to break free. Half an hour later the doctors are coming out from the intensive care room cheerfully. One of them tells me, that my wife is awake, she has got a shot for the pain, and soon she will be returned to the hospital room.
I go back to Jazz. She has been already freed from the bandages, and lying on her back submissively. She looks at me strangely as I walk to her bed.
"They called me Mrs. Moore." She starts, and when I don't react, she continues. "I suppose you are Mr. Moore." Her mind is probably still in haze.
"Do you remember me?"
"Not really. My head hurts."
I squeeze a compress in ice water in the bucket, next to her bed and smooth it over her forehead. She lets me to do this.
"You had appendicitis, that's why your stomach hurts. Moreover you had a nervous breakdown, with a high fever, that's why your head hurts. You will be fine in a few weeks."
"Did we really marry?"
I get her right hand and show her the ring. It is still secured with a plaster, so I have to unfold before she could take a look at the jewelry.
"Do you see this?"
"Yes. I remember. I chose this ring." She gulps a bit, but we can't continue the conversation, because some nurse coming in, and start to prepare her to the transportation.
"Sorry, but a huge accident happened nearby, and we need the place for the patients, and Mrs. Moore doesn't need an intensive care."
Mrs. Moore doesn't protests. Neither against the address nor to being taken back to the nursing wing of the hospital. She only asks once to slow down because she has nausea in the rounds. But we reach the ward without any accidents, and when she's already in bed there, she also gains a little color on her face. Not, that the white wouldn't be so attractive, but the rose gloss is making her look a bit healthier.
"Do you need something?" I ask her, when she is settled in the ward's bed, and the silence begins to be uncomfortable.
"I am thirsty." She answers. Her voice is almost normal. I don't really know what is normal for her, but the tone is the same, like it was four days ago, in Savannah's office. She couldn't be so thirsty, since the infusion is still in the back of her hand, but I accept her wish.
"Water or juice?"
"Water."
I leave to get the water. The nurse warns me to get a silent one, because it is forbidden to give her a carbonated one. I get the bottle form the vending machine, and run back to the room of my sweet wife, because there is a rush at the door of the room. The nurses are crying with Jazz, who is obviously want to leave the hospital immediately. Jazz could be strong, but the nurses are more in number. They hold her firmly, and try to push her back to the bed. Their strength are about even. Nurses are strong, I have to admit, because Jazz eyes are like a wild, cornered animal's. It is hard to hold her down.
"Mr. Moore, please soothe your wife!" asks one of the nurses.
I walk to Jazz, and catch her, like before, in the train. She recognizes the hold, and this makes her to be still. Clever girl. The nurses checks her body parts, from she has ripped out of the medical devices in haste. It seems, she didn't do a big damage to herself. She gets away with a sticking plaster on her hand. A brave doctor examines her wound, but he asks me to hold my wife before he has started the examination. Fortunately her wound is okay. The medical staff leaves the room, after I refuse to give Jazz a tranquilizer.
"Start explaining." I tell her, after I forced her back to bed, and gave her the water.
"I must go." She states simply.
"But you can't."
"It is just a wound."
"That's not what I meant."
"I am healthy otherwise. Weak a bit, but healthy."
"You didn't win again. I mean you are up to your ears in debt because of this operation. So I can't let you escape before you would have paid back the money to me."
"I suppose my parents will pay the costs." She explains in a weak voice.
"Your parents? Didn't you say you hung them? How would they pay the costs then?"
"I think you have already called them and they'll be here soon. I don't want to wait for them, you might think. But you can ask them for the money you spent on me. Even, if I am not here."
"Wait, you start talking gibberish."
"What didn't you understand?" She cries, and her eyes turns to be a wild animal's again.
"Why do you presume that I have called your parents?"
She cowers a bit, and some sense goes into her eyes.
"So you didn't?"
I shook my head.
"What about the others?" She asks suspiciously.
"Neither they."
" The hospital for the insurance?"
"We used my insurance to cover the expenses. So I am your lender."
She collapses, as a balloon lowers. Her size is also shrinking, with the leave of the weight of the anxiety.
"Thank you." She sighs.
"You're welcome."
"Please pay the bill with my money, you know where it is."
"We'll discuss later about financial details. I prefer you to return the money by work."
"But you said, that I would work for the training."
"You can't train anyway for six weeks for now, so you can work out the money during that time. At least the part of it, as soon as you get back on your feet. But the docs say you can work in two weeks. Why are you crying now?"
"Six more weeks?" She asks through her tears.
I sit on the edge of her bed, to hug her. She lets me to do. Jazz cries out her grief that she always gets sick and her dreams and … The usual teenager weltschmertz. Jazz is an impatient type, like every teenage girl. But at least she voices her pain, instead of closing into her head. Like my sisters did. I can't do much to console her. Facts are facts. She is forbidden to train in six weeks. Nobody could do anything against this order. I scoop her into my embrace and try to rock her a bit, like a baby. I works. For her to calm down, and for me to wake up my little one. I really enjoy to hold her in my arms. She fits there perfectly, and if I discard the fact that Jazz smells like hospital and medicines, it is a very romantic scene.
Jazz also find peace in my embrace, her eyes are golden caramel colored again, and she is looking directly into my eyes. Slowly we both closing the distance between our lips, and immerse in the sweetest kiss of the world.