No Funny Business

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“Okay, hawkeye, just lay off for god’ sake,” she groaned with a shake of her head when she caught Cristiano staring at her with those annoyingly searching eyes; searching for the smallest sign of discomfort, fever, change of her skin and whatnot.

“You just got out of the hospital after a…”

“Kidney transplant, yes, I know, Cristiano.” She appreciated the concern and the care and the attention but he grew overbearing again. Through her entire sickness, Cristiano’d been amazing. He’d given a shoulder to cry on, his arms always open for a hug. He’d always been ready to crack a terrible joke when she’d felt down. He’d done everything to make the most difficult part of her life barable. Cristiano’d gotten her the best doctors, the best treatment. He’d learnt everything about her disease, just like he’d learnt everything about transplantaion. She was thankful for him more than she could ever tell. However, sometimes he’s gone over the top, crossed the line, worried too much and it got to her. “They took a piece of me…” she emphasized with pointing at herself. “…and replaced it with my best friend’s kidney. I’m aware.”

“I just don’t want you to push yourself.” He sighed as he watched her pouring hot water into a mug and drop a teabag into the steamy liquid.

“I’m making myself a tea, not climbing the Mount Everest.” She could be stubborn, yes and hard headed. She hated how much the disease has taken from her. She hated that she was tired all the time, that she could barely move her arms without wincing as a result of all the IVs that she’d gotten. But she was determined to get back to how she’d been before it’d all started, or at least, close to how she’d been with having to medicate herself for the rest of her life.

“The doctors said you should rest. You should lay down. We could watch a film from the bed?” He suggested and her face pulled into a grimace.

“I laid enough in the last year,” she mumbled under her breath. She’s always been active, sport was a major part of her life, she’s always been busy with something, worked on something, played with Junior. However, by the end she hadn’t even had the energy to lift the twins and she’d hated it. She didn’t want to go back to just lay in bed all day.

“I know I’m annoying you.” He stepped to her and placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, careful not to touch her still sore scare on her belly.

“You’ve always been annoying.” She cackled with a shrug and he flicked her nose in a playful retaliation.

“All I’m saying is that I read…”

“The entire related literature and now you’re aware of every single side effect and every single way that this could go wrong?” She glanced up at him, tilted her head to the side with a sigh. She loved him, loved how much he was willing to do for her, loved that his determination kept her going even when she’d felt like she couldn’t but he was still terrible at times.

“You make me sound irritating as hell. I don’t like your attitude,” he huffed and patted a kiss on the top of her head again, his arms strictly by his sides and she rolled her eyes. Yes, her wound still ached but he could touch her hand at least or shoulder or anything else besides the top of her head.

“I don’t like your attitude either and yet, I gotta live with it.” She sighed exaggeratedly as she took a sip of her tea and glanced at him from under her lashes.

“You’re getting cocky for someone just out of the hospital, you know?” He crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a level look.

“Oh, why, you thought finally I’d be meek and weak?” She cackled and took another sip of her tea. “That you’d finally get to to bully me into doing whatever you want?”

“I’d never bully you!” He replied outraged. “I might have hoped for you not giving me such a hard time with being the worst patient ever.”

“Cris, babe, I’m alright, I swear, if I weren’t, I’d let you know,” she said softly, her hand lightly stroking his face and he leant into her touch.

“Your hand is so warm.” He smiled for a moment before his face fell and his eyes widened.

“What?” She asked when she saw terror washing over his face. He reached for her forehead and took a shaky breath.

“You’re having a fever.” He exclaimed horrified. “I’m gonna get the car, we are going to the hospital.”

“Babe, I don’t have a fever, it’s just the tea…”

“Or not. What if your body is rejecting the kidney? What if I listen to you and not take you in and…” He bit the last word off but she could hear the unsaid word and cringed. “Let’s get this checked out, okay?” He held his hand out for her.

“You’re right, rather be safe than sorry.” She nodded and took his hand.

Half an hour later they were sitting in his car, going home from the hospital. As it’d turned out, luckily, she’d had no fever but the tea had made her feel a little bit hot. She could tell he felt bad about dragging her all the way back to the doctor from the way his jaws set and his lips were nothing but a thin line. His silence also told more than words could.

“Sorry.” He sighed and glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.

“Don’t be, I expected this to happen.” She smiled at him and laid her head against the window. “You held it together way too perfectly all along. I knew your nerves would get the best of you at one point.”

“You look tired.” He deflected the subject, she could tell he didn’t want to get into details how the last year also took a toll on him. He didn’t have to though, she knew it, how could she not?

“So do you,” she whispered softly, placed her hand over his. “Maybe we could spend the day in bed.”

“No funny business.” He warned her with a straight voice.

“I wish but even I’m not stupid enough to go and break my stitches.” She mumbled and made a face.

“Just wanted to make sure. You can get carried away.” He smirked at her.

“I… Give me a couple of weeks and you’ll see just how carried away I can get, buddy.” She huffed.

“Can’t wait.” He grinned at her and squeezed her hand.

She held the seatbelt a little away from her body so it wouldn’t touch her sore part because yes, it still hurt with every move she made and it would for a while. However, at least the pain reminded her every second that she was alive and could live a long and happy life with those who she loved, her kids and her husband who might drive her nuts from time to time but she wouldn’t trade him for anything.

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