|That Girl On The Road
Author: Bayley Storme PM
What if Gerry Kennedy's tumor was curable? What if he lived through the surgery? Find out...Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,220 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 10 - Follows: 11 - Updated: 02-02-11 - Published: 12-22-10 - id: 6578344
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Thank you for the reviews everyone! Sorry it took so long but I was caught up in my other stories but I'll try not to do that again! Anyway, Enjoy!
Holly had all but pulled her hair out while she waited for Gerry's return or a sign from a nurse. He was only 30, if he passed then she wouldn't know how she would live on. Yes their life was difficult and they hadn't much money but Holly would sacrifice so much more if he could just live. She would live on the streets if it meant he lived. She appreciated how often he tried to calm her, telling her it would be okay. This was a bet that she hoped he would win with every fiber of her being.
Hours had passed, it all blurred into a single moment of desperation and heart wrenching pain. Her mom had to shake her out of the thought coma she was in, looking up to see a nurse all in white, she stood. The nurse gave her a slight smile which made Holly uneasy, a sickening pain in her stomach. Her words didn't come soon enough, "Your husband has successfully passed through the surgery. He's resting right now but we would like to keep him for a few days to keep him under surveillance." Holly felt the hot tears roll down her face, a smile following after, she felt her mothers arm tighten around her own.
"Can I see him?" Her words were rushed.
"You may. We have transferred him into another room, follow me please." Holly forgot about the rest of her company as she rushed after the nurse, growing impatient as she walked to slowly. Her surroundings did not even factor in, once the nurse turned into a room she felt her heart accelerate as she placed eyes upon her husband. He was asleep, peaceful as ever. The nurse left as Holly stole to his side looking over his features. She didn't like seeing him attached to the tubes and machines and longed for the day when he would fully recover. They had shaved his hair off for the process and wrapped his head up afterwards. His eyes looked swollen and darkened but the color was returning to his face which made her smile. A blanket covered his body and she pulled up a chair taking his hand, careful to not pull any tubes. Now seeing her husband safely at rest, she sat back in the chair and felt herself doze off, still holding his hand in hers.
Gerry woke to see his wife next to him, the light from a window within the room blasted around her making her appear as an angle before him. Surly he was alive but he questioned everything now. He tried to sit up, pulling the tubes along with him reassuring that he was alive. He hated being so weak for his dear wife but now he would recover and be there for her. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye, in the doorway stood John, his best friend of so many years.
"You look terrible." John smiled, sending one upon Gerry's lips as well. John came in over to the bed to look over his life long friend. Gerry glanced over at Holly who still sat holding his hand asleep. "She was worried sick about you, we all thought she was going to tare out her hair." Gerry let out a weak laugh, a frown following.
"I couldn't imagine leaving her alone...I prepared for the worst...I feel terrible John."
"What are you talking about Gerry? You had a tumor! It's not like you decided for this to happen. And Holly would have managed, she doesn't like you much anyway." Gerry couldn't hold in the smile this time, Holly stirring in her sleep and holding is arm tighter. "I'll leave you two alone, everyone will be here in an hour or so," He placed a friendly hand upon Gerry's shoulder and squeezed it. "Glad to see you doing good."
"Me too." John left, Gerry considering waking Holly but he wanted to take a few moments just to look at her finally in peace. The dark circles were there because of him, she worried every day but now-once he recovered-she would never have to worry again. He couldn't wait any longer, the anticipation was spreading like wild fire. He stroked her hair and down to her chin, she smiled at his touch and opened her fluttering eyes.
"Gerry!" She jumped up from her chair and wrapped her arms around him, he grunted.
"Careful love, I haven't quite gained back my strength yet." She pulled back slightly and looked him in the eyes, they were smiling as always.
"Sorry!" He shook it off and brought down her lips to his, it was sweet and tender. "You look great." He laughed.
"Is that what ya call it? What did I look like before all of this then?" He was teasing her even in his weak state, it helped her keep hope during the process. He was always so positive and sometimes it annoyed her to no end.
"Like a God. A Leprechaun God." Gerry put a hand on his head carefully, the pain shot through his head like a bullet, laughing was not wise. "Oh sorry! I didn't realize...are you okay?" Her eyes held great worry again.
"Sorry, what did you say love? I was sending a telepathic message to the other God's." She gave him a look.
"Why do you think I did this?" He touched his hand to his head as he had just done. The worry left her eyes, replaced by a glare.
"Oh shut up!" She hit him lightly, not wanting to cause any damage. He pulled her down to him again, face to face.
"I love you Holly." He placed his lips on her once again.
"I love you Gerry."