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Epilogue

1 Month Later

"Mom, have you seen the-" Foggy groaned as he dropped the decorations he had in his hands onto the floor. Sure enough, there Holly was with a roll of tape in one hand and decorative tassels in another. "Damnit, Holly."

Holly's head turned back in the direction of Foggy's voice. She knew she had been caught, they both did. She was warned against climbing anything, even a ladder, because of her leg injury. Yet, she felt Matt's birthday party was a special exception. 

"Foggy, I told you I'm fine." She said as he walked up to her. He was placing his hand out in front of him in order to help her down from the pile of boxes she was standing on top of. Holly groaned at his stubbornness to not just let her go. It had been like this for the past two months. "I'm barley two feet off the ground."

 She had a small black cast over her knee, going all the way down to her foot in order to help keep her off of her leg. It obviously wasn't doing much. She was close enough to getting her cast off that she was becoming impatient.  She figured that getting pampered for two months would make her happy--yet she was becoming irritated the more time went on.

Holly's family took the shooting anything but lightly, which is understandable of course. They made sure Matt never left her side, and he was completely okay with that. He pampered her with everything, making sure she never had to move a muscle. Sure it was nice at first, but after about two weeks, she really wanted to get up and grab her own cup of water. She knew Matt was just trying to do his best to help her get better, but between him and Foggy, she wasn't sure who was worse.

"One slip and your leg goes back to what it was before," Foggy warned, watching as she stepped down in front of him. "I don't think I can deal with your injury anymore, so if it was to happen again, I don't know what I would do."

"You can't handle it? Your not the one who had a bullet go through their leg you dumbass-"

"Language, Holly." Anna called out from her kitchen. She was standing on top of Holly's counters, hanging decorations from the cabinets. "And Foggy, she's right, It's been two months, let her move already. She's the nurse, she knows what she's doing."

Holly and Foggy both faced each other, and Holly gave him a smartass look as she whispered, 'Ha.'

Foggy rolled his eyes as he waved his hand. "Fine, you do whatever you please then. Just don't come crying to me when your moving in a few weeks and you think to yourself, 'Well shit, my leg really does hurt. Oh I wish I had listened to my wonderful big brother, Foggy!'" Holly chuckled as Foggy continued, "Speaking of moving, are you sure your ready to move in with Matt? I mean, I lived with him when we were in college and let me just say he's a terrible roommate."

Holly rolled her eyes. Foggy still hadn't fully accepted the relationship between Matt and Holly, despite the months that had passed. She liked to think he was going through the five stages of grief, and he was still stuck in denial. Sure he had shown a little more interest in their relationship, even asking questions as to how they were doing, yet Holly knew those questions where the hardest thing Foggy has ever had to ask. It would take some time for him to get used to...everything.

The highlight of everything is that he had finally started addressing Holly as Matt's girlfriend. It came as a shock the first time he said it at Josie's when Holly walked in and he shouted across the bar, 'Matt! Your girlfriends here!' It served as a shock to both Matt and Holly, but a good one at that. Maybe he was drunk--but that's besides the point--In Holly's mind it only mattered that he said it.