Shot in the Dark: A Mick Mars X Ozzy Osbourne Story

Chapter 70: Home Sweet Recovery

What can I say about my lengthy hospital recovery? It was HELL, it was bitter-sweet....it was tender.... a mixture. I couldn't have got thru ANY of it with out my husband and our children...and of course our Mӧtley family. All told I was in the hospital after having woken up from my living death 'sleep' about a month and a half...almost 2 months really. I also found out I couldn't have more children.... well, the Doctor said I SHOULDN'T. My spine was the one thing that didn't change......My recovery also gave Ozzy and i...me...a chance to get used to having four new children, take care of our oldest children....and get down a routine with the quadruplets and we had no shortage of help. In fact, we'd have family come and help out as they could...it meant so much, still does to this day.

I've been in the hospital how fucking long again? I've spent my pregnancy basically in the hospital...or in and out.... I've struggled....so much...put my body and my family thru hell. It's been tough, but from what I've been told I've been actively recovering for a few weeks now. Somedays have been good.... some days have been bad. All I DO know....is that Ozzy has been my absolute fucking rock, my oracle....everything. He's beyond wonderful with all six of our children, helping so much...sacrificing for me, the twins and quadruplets. Ozzy demanded as did I that the quadruplets not go home until I was recovered physically at least enough to go home, so we all go home together. They readily agreed, given the circumstances and NOT ( defiantly) because Ozzy would raise hell to say the least.

I have just finished physical therapy, sitting on the edge of the bed. Azalea, Johanna, Les, and Robert are in the nursery being bathed; I think. And Ozzy had reluctantly left me to bring Angel and Michelle....so I am alone for now.... left with my thoughts....

This is HELL....still can't go home yet, trying desperately to recover....this is fucking harder than it was after the twins. Makes sense, since it turns out the whole time, I was carrying four not 3.... then again ANYTHING pregnancy related means COMPLICATIONS. Guess I am making progress, getting down a routine as well with the quadruplets.... but the mental, I don't know....kind of a hit and miss right now....things like its what May now....the album, our new one....a tour....we CAN'T do this things for a while yet or now....i hate feeling like I am holding everyone and everything back though I know otherwise....I miss Ozzy....i miss the kids....I miss it all....

"Mick?! Darling.... firefly.... I'm here...I'm here." Surrounded by warmth.... that beloved citrus & spice scent. The worried murmurs and unmistakable sounds of tears....little tears...Angel....my Michelle....I sob into my husband's chest, feeling mentally overwhelmed....today is not a good day mentally....., "Mick....please talk to me."

"I-I....i am....h-holding everyone back....the album for m-my band....e-everything is in limbo....t-though I know why...I mean know otherwise. You've sacrificed s-so much....I know how much you love to be on the r-road and...and..."

"Firefly....you know bloody well that's not true.....you are NOT holding everything and everyone back. This was something sadly that was well beyond your control...and mine. I'm your husband, I took vows...and I vowed for all times....the good, the bad....you name it. Yes, I love touring, and all.... but I love YOU and our children more, never forget that my love." Ozzy gently cups my face in his hands, Angel, and Michelle cling to our legs. "You're making progress Mick....you will get there. And you are allowed to have bad days....though I well know it seems like hit and miss. I love you." With that, he kisses me, taking my breath away.

"Mummy?" Angel pipes up, voice small....and worried.

"Oh sweetheart, you never have to be afraid to ask.....i know you are worried....your sister too." I tell her and next thing I know, she and her sister are in my lap, me holding them to me leaning into Ozzy. "It will take me a long time to heal, but see? I have you, your sisters...brothers, our family and daddy especially. Like daddy said, we all have our bad days.... they may come and go."

"Chelle' said...tear-apy (Therapy)." Angel states.

"Yes, I got thru for today....wasn't easy....fell a time or two...did some cursing."

"Did you say arse mummy?" Michelle asks.

"Um.... i said more than that." Mortified now, but she's so fucking adorable.

"Poppet, you shouldn't use grown up words like that." Ozzy reminds her.

"No shit?" I barely manage to hold back my laughter at the look on my husband's face as Michelle says that she is our daughter after all. Ozzy catches my gaze and smirks.

"I am sorry darling that physical therapy was rough.... i wish I'd been there...did you get injured at all?" my husband asks.

"Some bruises, nothing major.... nothing is truly injured but my pride. I've been kind of out of it too.... i think Les, Azalea, Johanna and Robert are in the nursery......and you don't know how much it means to me Ozzy....EVERYTHING you do for me and our children....and that you raised Hades or threatened to so the quadruplets would stay here until I was well enough to go home." Quietly now, tears.... those ever-present tears.

"Daddy....say....it not wight to hab babies home....and you not be...home mummy." Michelle answers before Ozzy can. "That we all be togedda soon.... we miss ew at home but need get feein' betta." Angel choruses her agreement.

"Daddy is right, very much so....i dream about you girls....your sisters and brother and daddy when we're not together. Always in my heart.... always." Exhaustion is setting in, but I kiss their little foreheads. "I love you. So much." I whisper.

"We love you too." Ozzy says softly. "Darling, you need rest.... you look exhausted."

"But Oz....the babies...Angel...Michelle...You....what if they...you...need me?" I protest.

"I'll only wake you to feed them...don't worry about anything Mick. Just rest." Shuffling, and Michelle and Angel are sitting in the chair together, looking on as Ozzy gets me settled. Me groaning at the dull pain in my spine. "Your back?"

"Yes...." I groan...until that ache goes away. Ozzy kisses me gently, lifting the girls up to give me kisses and hugs and I finally give into the call of sleep.

A few more weeks would pass and I'd get stronger physically...and at times even my spine was easier to deal with. Mentally I got better, I'd still have my days but overall better. I couldn't have gone thru my recovery with out Ozzy....ANY of what I went thru with my pregnancy with the first the twins and then the quadruplets. It was both times and especially the second an emotional fucking roller-coaster.

The day I was FINALLY allowed to go home, with of course the quadruplets was priceless.... i cried...and cried, tears of relief, joy....and too our family of 8 was fully together again. The worst of the storm had passed.

And then time, always time passed in a rush and yet stood still. Later in 1987 around August, Motley finally headed into the studio to record 'Dr. Feelgood' so another new album and a tour would follow sometime the following year, summer of course. Or it would have but Nikki became pregnant with his and Gene's second set of twins around October 87, didn't mean though some shows, and promotional stuff wasn't done but, in any case, we lived...loved, recovered, and worked. Our families all began to thrive and what more could I ask for? We all of us ask for. Ozzy was more devoted to me and our children than ever.

When this tale next picks up is March 26, 1988...one year to the day I 'died', the more important and precious memory being it was the quadruplets first birthday.

A/N: AN emotional recovery, a taste of things to come and next the Mars-Osbourne quadruplets first birthday!