Only you | Derek Morgan

Derek? Stop talking

L A Y L A ' S P O V

As I expected, Derek's appendix was apparently a mere minutes away from bursting.

After a very rushed and panicked drive over to the hospital, I got him inside and he got seen to and a quick scan later, the doctor confirmed our suspicion.

We're now in a hospital room while he gets prepared for emergency surgery to get it removed.

Now that the situation is under control and his appendix isn't going to rupture and kill him, Derek now needs to worry about me killing him for insisting he was fine for three days. The only thing that's keeping me from doing so right now is the doctors presence in the room and the fact that it's not socially acceptable to attack someone while they're laying in a hospital bed.

"Mrs. Morgan?"

I look up at the doctor. "Yes?"

Yeah, for hospital purposes I am now Derek's wife. I didn't want to be sitting out in the waiting room, not being told anything because I'm not family so I told a little white lie when we got here. Sue me.

The doctor hands me some paperwork to fill out and I quickly jot down all of Derek's details before I hand it back to him.

The doctor looks towards Derek. "I'll be right back and we'll get you prepped for surgery."

The second the door closes behind the doctor, Derek starts poking his finger into my cheek in an attempt to get me to smile at him.

"Come on Mrs. Morgan." Poke. Poke. Poke. "Give your husband some attention."

I frown when I cross my arms over my chest and finally look towards him. I have to stop myself from laughing at how tiny he makes the hospital bed look.

"I'm so mad at you. You could have died tonight." Am I mad at him for the situation? Obviously not. Am I mad at him for being an idiot and waiting until he was on the verge of death before asking for help? Yes.

Derek clicks his fingers at me, shooting me a winning wink. "But I didn't."

I frown even harder at the thought. "But you could have."

Derek's eyes soften when I don't make any attempt to joke about the seriousness of this situation. "Layla," He says softly, guiding me to sit down on the edge of his bed. "Thank you for worrying so much but I'm going to be okay."

"Anymore, if you even have a pain in your baby toe you're going to the doctor."

"I will."

"Good."

Derek's face breaks out into a grin when I finally smile at him for the first time since we got here. "Now kiss me like I'm going to die on the operating table."

"Shut up," I laugh, leaning over and connecting our lips in a deep kiss.

Derek pulls back a few seconds later and points his finger at me. "Okay, I said kiss me not turn me on."

I follow his movements as he shifts in the bed and takes one of the pillows from behind his head. I snort when I see the tent in his hospital gown what he uses the pillow to cover.