Not A TV Life...

Chapter 6

I came back from the gift shop, and saw Nancy talking to Jesse.

"This is really good," Jesse took a bite of his chicken. "This can't be hospital food."

"It's not; it;s KFC from down the street."

"Jesse! You made her get KFC?" I was surprised; he normally doesn't do that sort of thing.

"No, I got it for him myself."

"Will Jesse be discharged today?"

"Yes, right after lunch."

"Good."

"You went to the gift shop; where there any clothes there?" Jesse wondered.

"Clothes! I completely forgot! I'm a bloody mess!" I sat on Jesse's bed; literally, I was a bloody mess. My clothes were stained with Jesse's blood.

"Would you like a hospital gown?" Nancy asked.

"Yes, please, thank you."

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When we got home, everybody was super nice to Jesse, as he was on his last nerves.

Right before dinner, I sat on the couch and started to cry. I felt someone sit next to me.

"Becky?" It was Danny. "Becky, are you okay?"

I turned around and hugged him.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, Danny! It's all my fault! If only we had gone a different day, then Jesse would be okay!"

Danny stopped hugging me to look me in the eyes. "No, Becky, no. No, don't you see? Jesse loves you so much, that he'd sacrifice his life in order for you to live!"

"Really?"

"yes!"

"It was still my fault!"

Danny blinked twice before yelling, "Jesse!'

Jesse came in from the kitchen. "What?"

"Tell Becky it wasn't her fault that you got shot."

Jesse sat down on the coffee table. "Do you think it's your fault?"

"Yes! If we hadn't gone that day, you'd be okay!"

"Becky, it's not your fault that I got shot. If it's anyone's fault, it's mine. And it's not really my fault because I chose to jump out in front of you."

"But if it wasn't for me, you wouldn't be shot in the shoulder! You wouldn't be in pain! You wouldn't have to take those pills-"

"Becky, I'm your husband, you're my wife. For better or worse."

I smiled, that made me feel better. "In sickness or in health."

"As long as we both shall live," we finished together.

"Forever," Danny added. "Just like your wedding song."

"That's right," Jesse agreed. "Forever." He smiled and kissed me. I had to admit, I felt better, but I still believed it was my fault.

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Later that night, as I laid in bed, I cried silently.

Unfortunately, Jesse heard me, and he turned the light on. "Becky, what's the matter? Do you still think it's your fault?"

"Yes."

"Becky, baby, it was not your fault!"

I was reluctant to believe that. I sat up and looked my husband square in the eye. "Yes, it was my fault!" I got up and walked over to the couch with my arms crossed. "I was the one who insisted we went to the store right then!"

"Rebecca Katsopolis!" Jesse stood behind me. "I don't ever wanna hear you talk like that! It was not your fault!"

"Yes, it was! It was, it was, it was! End of discussion!" I went back to the bed and somewhat sulked. I was upset, Jesse was in pain, I wasn't feeling well and had a migraine; everything in our lives was falling apart!

I felt Jesse get in bed and put his hand on my shoulder. He flipped me on my back, and started kissing my neck and face as he hovered over me.

"Jess..." I hardly protested. "Jess, I don't feel good.."

"Me neither..." he continued to kiss me and I continued to get turned on.

"Jess... I have.... a mi.... graine...."

"Me, too."

"Jess..." This was my last protest. "Jess... you're.... in.... jured," the last syllable of injured was barley even there.

"I'll be careful...."

Soon, we were "having fun".....