Her eyes looked troubled, "The man that….?"
Her voice trailed off and I squeezed her hand, "Will never bother you again I made sure of that."
A look of relief washed across her face.
"Anna when you're up to it later I need you to tell me everything, especially as to why someone would want you dead."
She nodded.
"Now go to sleep and dream of me."I said.
She smiled and I was overjoyed beyond what words could express at seeing that irresistible smile again. Everything was going to be okay.
Her lips curved sensually, "And what are you going to be doing while I dream of you?"
With no hint of the teasing tone that was in her voice I responded simply, "Sitting here as I simply watch you continue to breathe."
Her face gentled, "I love you Tyre!" She whispered up at me just before her eyes closed.
"I love you too."
I didn't think she'd heard me until I felt her fingers squeeze mine. She didn't wake up again until 10 p.m. and I could see she was feeling better.
She was hungry so I gave her a little food and something to drink. After she was done I scooped her up off the couch. Her hand slipped around the back of my neck as one of her eyebrows rose in a suggestive unasked question.
"Don't get any ideas! Your heart has had more than enough exercise today." I said as I laid her down on the sheets of the bed, which I had pulled the covers of back earlier.
She lay there and smiled beckoningly and I moved back several feet unconsciously and her smile widened.
"You should lay on your right side, because it's easier on your heart."
"Yes doctor, but aren't you forgetting your promise?"
"Promise?"
"You promised not to leave me."
I pointed to a chair in the room, but she shook her head no and patted the bed beside her. I started to shake my head no, but she cut me off with her words.
"If you're not going to keep your promise then I'm not going to listen to your commands."
I swallowed, she wasn't playing fair. I pulled my shoes off, "Okay, but no kissing or anything else got it!"
"Yes doctor." Her triumphant smile never dimmed as she moved over onto her right side away from me.
I lay down beside her and pulled the blankets up. It was an odd feeling laying next to someone.
"I'm cold."
How could she be cold? She had a sheet, a cover, and a blanket in between. I had survived -30 degrees nights in Russia as a kid with little more than a torn blanket!