I am yours FOREVER (A Zac and Tom story)

Dancing monkeys

4 days later
*Meri*
"Darling, would you please massage my legs ?" Tom is giving me puppy dogs eyes, even though it isn't needed, I am only happy to do anything to help him.

"Sure babe, but you don't want the physiotherapist to do it ? I mean he is trained for this". Tom is doing exceedingly well and was moved to a normal room from the ICU yesterday morning.

He shakes his head. "No I prefer you, your gentle hands I can feel".

"Okay then". I am unsure if it is true, but he claims to feel my touch and if it is true, or if he just believes it is, well then I am definitely not denying him this.

I remove the duvet from his leg and grab the massage creme. Starting with his feet and moving up. He is getting massages several times a day, trying to get the blood flowing and the muscle connection back. So far he can't move his legs.

"How is it ?" I ask. I always ask, hoping every time that he will tell me he feels it clearly, that by some miracle his legs are okay.

"I can... kinda feel it. I think I can". He looks like he focuses hard, trying to zoom in on that feeling.

Somehow he has managed to stay positive and he is actually the one cheering everyone else up. Yesterday he told me, with a huge grin and a wink, that it was only the legs causing a bit of trouble, everything else down there is working just fine.

He is watching me, a small smile kind of lingering on his lips. His voice is soft when he suddenly speaks. "Thank you darling".

"For what ?" I look up at him, but my hands keep working on his right leg.

"For being you". His voice suddenly thick with emotions, threatening to break. "You are so good to me... and so loving".

I hurry up beside him and he pulls me into his arm, whimpering slightly as the wound in his stomach is stretched. "Sweetie, don't be upset, I would do anything for you. And please watch out with the wound".

"Don't care, hugging you is more important". He mumbles into my hair.

"Well you are going to care if you burst the stitches". I tell him. I know he is impatient, but he has already gotten two warnings from the doctor changing the bandages. He is putting too much strain on the wound.

He makes a small disapproving sound. "I am not good at being in bed. I want to get out of bed... I want to move".

"Tom... darling, you were shot 4 days ago, and had extensive surgery. You almost died... rest". I scold him lovingly.

"I just feel... useless laying here and doing nothing". He mumbles.

My hand gently cups his cheek. "You are not useless and you are not doing 'nothing', you are healing, getting strong and healthy and ready to go back to living your life".

"I know... I know... it's a good thing I have you to remind me". He says with a soft smile, before giving me a warm kiss.

*Zac*
I swallow when we get out of the car and see the throng of reporters and paps waiting there.

"Have you forgiven him Lumi ?" The nearest reporter calls out.

Another one sticks his camera in my face. "So Zac, do you think what you did was acceptable ?"

We are on our way into the hospital to visit Tom and the reporters and paps waiting outside are instantly crowding us. I haven't had one calm moment since that story broke, having had to explain myself to both agency and Warner brothers, who luckily both believed me and are standing behind me. I have also had to explain over and over to friends and family and I have taken quite a beating on the net.

"Could you please just fuck off ? It is none of your damn business". Lumi hisses at the nearest one. "But Zac has done absolutely nothing wrong".

"So you are defending what he did ?" Someone asks.

I can see Lumi is about to explode, and I gently pull her to my side, whispering for only her to hear. "Ignore them baby, no matter what you say, they will twist it to their own beliefs".

She nod and let me lead her inside, when the door is closed behind us she huffs annoyed. "Fuck I hate those people so much. I hate what they are saying about you and that they believe you would do that".

"I know baby and I am so grateful for having your support in this...but the best we can do is to ignore them,  it will blow over". I tell her, taking her hand and kissing it softly, as we walk to the elevator.

"Always Mussu... always". She gives me one of those special smiles, the one that makes her eyes go all soft and warm and that always reminds me that she does love me. I still don't know what I did to deserve her love, but to my luck she has decided to give me her heart.

Inside the elevator, after realising that we are alone, I cage her between my arms, pressing her slightly against the wall with my body. "Let me show you just how grateful I am".

She giggles softly, lifting her head, to make it easier for me to kiss her, and I do, feeling her hands rub against my chest, making a moan get stuck in my throat.

I reluctantly let her go when the elevator dings and she grabs my hand, giggling again. "Stop pouting... you get to show me how grateful you are, over and over and over... when we get home".

"Oh that can definitely be arranged". I chuckle, as I let her lead me down the hallway. "I will be looking forward to that".

She shakes her head, but she can't hide the smile that is softening her face. Then she opens the door into Tom's room. "Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen. How are we doing today ?"

"Hi siskoni". Meri says, smiling. "Fighting to keep this impatient man in bed".

Tom grumbles. "I am bored, so I am happy to see you. I need someone to entertain me... Zac !".

"Hey, I am not your trained monkey Hiddles". I say grinning, before walking over to hug them both, followed by Lumi.

"Come on... jump for me monkey... jump". Tom grins making a motion with his hand, making the girls laugh.

I shake my head. "Yeah, be happy you are in a hospital bed Tom... very happy".

"Party pooper". He says, but as always he is smiling. Honestly I admire that he manages to keep up his mood.