Found unconscious outside a hospital, a young doctor helps John Wick heal in more ways than one. T/W - swearing, drinking, some violence, sexual content, angst, confrontation. **18+ readers only**
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T/W - swearing, angst.
He wasn't sure where he was, but he thought it was Helen running a warm hand across his forehead and into his hair. He thought it was Helen talking to him. Then he realized again that Helen was gone, and had been gone for 5 years....the same amount of time they had been married. In his mind he saw her, her smile, her long brown hair, her almond shaped eyes. What bothered him is that he could no longer remember the sound of her voice. It had melted somehow over the last 2 years since he lost the video he had of her on his cell phone. Part of him feared that he would lose her physically as the years passed, just as he had lost her vocally. There was only one remaining picture of the two of them, safely tucked away in the New York City Library.
When he woke, he saw a doctor standing over him and fear went right through him. He had to get out of this hospital...or they would find him for sure. He somehow needed to find shelter and get back to Manhattan to find out exactly what had happened to land him 90 miles away from where he thought he was.
John's body ached. Every bump of the car caused another pain in his chest, in his leg, in his head. Surprisingly, his broken fingers hurt almost as much as the stab wound in his chest. He remembered the fight. Sort of. Things were still a bit hazy, probably from the pain medication they had given him. This is why he hated pain medication. It fogged the brain and weakened the body. He'd take a bourbon over a syringe filled with cloudy white liquid any time.
But now he was on his way somewhere, with a doctor he didn't know. These were way too many things out of his control....this was way too much power he had freely turned over to someone else. But he glanced out of his peripheral vision to look at her as he rolled the coins and medallion in his hand. What was he planning? What was his plan? He still couldn't think straight but watched the young doctor out of the corner of his eye. His plan for now was to trust no one.
It was his credo before he met Helen, trusting no one, but somehow she broke through his crusty exterior and found the goodness he didn't even think he had. Once found, never lost and maybe that's how he would honor her. Be the living embodiment of her good graces so if her physical being faded from his memory like her voice did, he could still remember her.
The doctor remained quiet as she drove through a regular family neighborhood. John studied his surroundings as unobtrusively as possible hoping his brain had recovered enough to hold the information. The medicine was still making him exceptionally groggy and he felt his eyes closing against the headlights of the oncoming cars.
"You okay, John?"
"Yes," he answered.
"You're going to be feeling that anesthesia for another couple of hours," she told him. "When we get to my house, start drinking water...a lot of water...to flush it out of your system."
He nodded his head in agreement. "Why are you helping me?"
Cassie glanced at him quickly then focused back on the road. "Because I'm an idiot with a death wish."
