Love Sick

Uncalled For

Eva

I awoke to the sunlight seeping into the room, and the sound of Teresa's sore groans. I brushed the fog out of my mind and watched her try and stand, the air getting sucked from her bruised lungs.

"Hang on and be careful." I snapped, rushing to her side before clutching her hands, slowly helping her to her feet, painful groans slipping from her mouth. I looked around to find the room empty, only Lucia's car seat sitting in the corner where Chris had set her after she had fallen asleep after her last feeding the night before.

"What hurts?" I asked seriously, reading her levels before averting my eyes back to her pale face. "Between my legs. My ribs, and my legs burn. Plus my boobs are hurting and I'm completely exhausted." She moaned, leaning her head on my shoulder before carefully lifting it, eying the bathroom door.

"Hon, I can just bring you a bedpan, you don't need to do this every time." I offered, but she shook her head at me and urged herself forward. "I just want to get this over with so I can go back to bed." She huffed, each step proving to be a painful mile in her position. "Okay, take it slow, you lost so much blood yesterday, and you have stitches from where you tore." I shuddered, remembering how terrible I had felt when I donated two pints of blood, she had lost nearly three times that during and following her delivery.

"Don't worry, I got it." She exhaled, reaching for the door painfully, the extension of her arms causing her to nearly crumple with pain. "Don't worry, I got you." I reminded, leading her over to the toilet, watching her struggle to reach the mesh panties, now void of the large stomach, but the sharp pain in her chest seemed to serve as an equally difficult obstacle.

"Here." I muttered, sliding the recuperation panties down and past her ankles, slowly sitting her down with a painful grunt. "I can't pee! It hurts!" She snapped, resting her face on her hand painfully, her whole body nearly shaking with discomfort and aches. "I know it feels weird the first time you go, don't be scared." I urged, squatting uncomfortably beside her and taking her hand, an exhausted chuckle releasing from her lips.

"Are you really holding my hand while I pee?" She laughed, making me nod with a yawn and rest my head against her knee. "Yes, that's what best friends do." I yawned once more, feeling her grip tighten as she peed, finally exhaling as she reached out for me to help her up and replace her old mesh panties with a new pair.

"Now where the hell is the father of your baby and why the hell am I changing your panties when he is the one who took them off of you in the first place." I joked, making her shrug and shuffle towards the sink where she gasped as she stared at herself in the mirror for the first time.

"I look like shit." She gasped, lifting a hand to her hollow cheek where all the warmth from her normally flushed skin, was now void, replaced with a chalky complexion paired with dark and puffy bags under her eyes, her eyes that just held the permanent feeling of exhaustion. "You have a reason for looking that way, but for now I can brush your hair and get you all spruced up." I offered, but she just shook her head at me and began her long trek back to the bed, holding onto me and her rack of fluids that she was still receiving to replenish her blood.

I opened the bathroom door and sighed when I saw Evan return with the clear incubator and a smile, the digital camera wrapped around his wrist. "Oh my goodness! Let me help you! I had no idea you were awake?!" Evan cried, rushing towards Teresa who just smiled and waved, carefully making her way towards the bed with fresh absorbent pads that the nurse had replaced, along with new sheets and blankets.

"How are you feeling? Do you need anything?" He cried, both of us helping her back into the bed before tucking her in to make her as comfortable as possible. "Well I'm on some good pain medication right now when I'm sitting, but it hurts like hell to walk and laugh, but the morphine seems to help with all that." She commented, a weak smile forming on her face as she reached up to kiss the detective, rubbing his cheek before resting. "What I need right now is my son so we can give him a name." She whispered, looking up at us and Chris who silently entered again with Lucia, a new outfit now on her.