She kissed the scars on his skin.

Chapter 7

Tony has made so much progress in such a short amount of time. Admittedly he hasn't got to opening his eyes yet but he smiled and he's doing all the finger moving, hand squeezing stuff still. The other nurses say he won't do it for them though. That's very strange but at least he is doing it for me.
I walk into his room and greet him with my usual "good evening sunshine."
A smile. His smile is pretty adorable to be fair. I bet with his eyes open it would be even more adorable so that's our next target. Then he can start his rehab. Lots of physio will be needed. After the injuries he sustained it's going to be a long journey but I have faith in him getting there. He got this far didn't he?
I check his stats and he squeezes my hand again.
"Show off" I say, laughing. This makes him smile again. I know I shouldn't develop feelings for a patient but he's different. Once his eyes are open he will be moved to another ward anyway for his other treatment and I'll probably never see him again. This saddens me a lot but the thought of him recovering makes it less painful.
I head home the next morning, a smile on my face. He's been squeezing hands, moving his fingers and smiling all night. I handed over to the next shift and went to say bye before I left, earning myself another smile.
I switch on my kettle, make myself a bowl of porridge and a coffee and sink onto my sofa, a sigh of relief escaping me. It's my night off tonight so I plan on catching up on housework and grocery shopping. Ooh, my life is all thrills. I feel myself nodding off so I drag myself to bed and set my alarm for 3pm. If I sleep too long I'll be awake all night and knackered all day tomorrow.
When I do wake up, I shower, dress and start my housework. The apartment gets a bit neglected with me working so much but being as it's only me and the moggy there's not too much to do. I do all the laundry, vacuum and dust and make my evening meal. That leaves tomorrow free for other stuff. I head back to bed about 11 and wake up at 4am after a bad dream. I dreamt Tony had left the hospital and I never saw him again. I curse myself for having gotten so attached to him and I know it will imminently happen despite me not wanting it too. I know I won't sleep again so I decide to watch a film instead. I have a good selection of DVDs as well as Netflix but I decide on The Lord of the Rings. My mind keeps wandering back to the tattooed man in the hospital bed though.