Good Days Bad Days

Standing Up

Ricky spent that night in Jayne's bed, mainly grumbling and sighing to himself about the pain. Sometimes she'd snuggle up to him and whisper soothing words. Most of the time she just ignored him.

"Shut up and go to sleep." she told him at one point.

"I can't." he sulked.

"Do you want a cuddle?" she asked.

"Yes please." he replied.

She rolled onto her back and let him curl around her with his head on her chest. He sighed happily as she stroked his hair and whispered sweet nothings to him.

"I love you." he sighed.

"Love you too." she smiled sleepily.

He eventually got to sleep in the early hours still wrapped around Jayne. She slowly and gently untangled herself from him the next morning. When she returned from the bathroom he was waking up a little and looking very tired.

"Are you standing up or am I dreaming?" he asked.

"I am!" she grinned.

"What?!" he gasped, a bit more awake. "Really?"

"Yes!" she giggled with happiness. "Sometimes I can get up and walk along holding the rails. Well, it's more of a shuffle really but it's movement!"

"You wild child!" he laughed. "Come back to bed though. I need you."

"Hmm, that sounds like an awful attempt to charm me into sex." she said, rolling her eyes.

"No, just cuddle." he muttered sleepily and patted the empty bed. "Too sore."

"How are you feeling?" she asked as she snuggled in under the covers again.

"So sore. I feel like I've been hit by a car. Oh, wait. I have." he grumbled.

"At least you can feel it. You know something's happened if you can feel it." she said.

"True." he sighed. "Anyway, shut up and snuggle."

A few days later two police officers came to the house. Ricky lead them through to the kitchen where they sat around the table and talked. It transpired that they were also investigating a similar case and thought the attackers may be the same. They had come to Ricky for further information and more detailed descriptions.

"It's good that they're taking it seriously." Ricky said after the officers left.

"Yeah. They could easily just file it away and let those thugs hurt other people." Jayne nodded. "How are you feeling darling?"

"On the mend." he smiled.

A few days later he was back to work. The band were performing on a few television shows to promote their new single and Ricky was a bit unsure about being on tv with a few bruises taking longer to fade.

"I look so bloody ugly." he groaned to Jayne.

"No you don't. You're as handsome as ever!" she smiled and kissed him. "Now stop being vain and go to work."

Most of the time she would watch their appearances on tv and occantionally go along to see them. The rest of the guys in the band would always greet her with big squishy hugs and treat her like a sister.

She loved to hang around with them as she felt they looked past her disability them most. They would sometimes make well mannered jokes about her and never meant it maliciously. If anyone outside their friendship group made a nasty comment when they all went out together all five of the guys would instantly defend her.

One night in a pub someone had called Jayne a sorry excuse for a human being. Five angry faces turned and glared at the person.

"What did you just say about my friend?" Simon asked, standing up and attempting to look threatening.

"Nothing!" the person squeaked as Whitey stood up too and cracked his knuckles.

"You guys really don't have to stand up for me. They're just idiots." Jayne sighed.

"That's what friends do." Whitey shrugged.

"Even if you guys were tougher I don't want you getting into a fight. You're all too nice for that and look how it ended last time." she said, nodding to Ricky.

"What? I didn't start it!" he protested. "They're behind bars now anyway."

"Good." she nodded. "That's the end of that!"