The Balcony Scene

Chapter 11

Chapter 11

By the time Shawn was halfway through the song Juliet was already asleep. He sat and just enjoyed her presence for awhile,safe and beside of him where he could take care of her. He touched the gun hidden under the mattress to reassure himself that it was still there. Finally relaxing he laid back and went to  sleep with Juliet right where she was meant to be.

When he woke up, he freaked out and almost ripped his stitched when he saw that Juliet wasn’t beside of him.

“Jules?!” he asked, sitting back and murmuring curses as the waves of pain washed over him.

“Shawn? You alright?” she asked, panicked by the fear she could hear in his voice.

“I’m fine. I just got scared when i woke up and I didn’t see you.” he shoved the gun back underneath the mattress.

“I’m here, see?” she said and went back to brushing her teeth.

“Get up and get dressed, Shawn. They’re letting you out of here today. At least that’s what the nurse said when she came in to change your bandages.” she spat the foam out of her mouth and started on her hair as Shawn shed his hospital gown in favor of a button-down and jeans. He blushed when he realized that his broken wrist wasn’t going to let him fasten his buttons.

“Ummm...Jules?” he asked, feeling needlessly embarrassed.

“It’s okay Shawn. It’s the least I can do. I wouldn’t even be here if you hadn’t saved me.” she said as she knelt down to button his jeans as well.

“Yes, you would.” Shawn contradicted and Juliet shot him a confused look in response.

“I wouldn’t be able to be okay if you weren’t okay, Jules. Nothing would ever be okay again. I need you to be okay if I’m going to be okay, do you understand?” he said as he leaned against his crutches looking tired. Juliet stepped closer to him.

“Don’t talk like that, Shawn.” she said, well aware of the occupational hazards of her job.

“How about not talking at all…” Shawn asked softly, letting his gaze fall on her lips.

“Maybe after you brush your teeth, hon.” she responded with an eyeroll.

Shawn laughed and went to the bathroom to face his latest challenge. Using his good arm to turn on to the crutch, he used his broken arm to turn on the sink. Dropping the crutch he used the sink to lean on. He used the good arm to grip his toothbrush, having not noticed Juliet watching him. He had yet to manage to get the toothpaste actually on his toothbrush but, all over shirt when Juliet stepped in to help. she wiped the mess off of his shirt and onto the toothbrush before slipping an arm around his waist to support him while he brushed.

“Thank you for this. I’m not used to having to ask people for help.” he wiped off his face, grabbed his crutch, and kissed Juliet’s cheek as she helped him with tying his shoe-laces.

“Gus dropped off my car with Lassiter this morning since you can’t ride your motorcycle.” she said as they got discharged.

“I’m going to be confined to cars for the next six weeks?!” he protested looking horrified.

Juliet smirked at him. “Because being in a confined space, alone, with your amazingly hot girlfriend is complete torture isn’t it.” she asked innocently.

“I take back every bad thing I have ever said about cars.” Shawn said with an astonished expression as the lady behind the counter snorted and tried not to laugh.

“I’m sorry.” she said. “It’s just that you two are sort of famous around here. Your story has spread through the hospital like wildfire. What you did was amazing, Mr. Spencer. We’re all really big fans.”