The A-Team

CH.6

Ali's POV

I wake up for the first time in what feels like forever. I open my eyes to to see Ash pacing around the room on the phone with someone. She hasn't seen that I'm awake yet. "Yes sir." She said, confidentiality. "Yes sir, I understand. Have a good day." She sighed, into the phone before hanging up.

"Fuck!" She yelled, punching the wall in frustration. Well I guess it's time to make my presents known, because I hate seeing her upset. "Hey do remember the last time you punched a wall?" I question, because the last time she did, she punched a concrete wall and broke her hand. "Yeah I- wait." She said, turning on her heals towards the bed. I sleepily smile at her and she rushes to my side. "Hi." I said, quietly. "Hey. How are you feeling?" She asked, as tears ran down her face. "Great other than my throat is sore." "The doctor said that was expected because you had a breathing tube down your throat for a week and a half." She said, getting choked up. "I thought you were going to die." She whispered, hanging her head. "Hey look at me." I say, putting my finger under her chin, lifting her head up. "Like I told you on that beach you're not getting rid of me that easy." I recalled.

"I know. How could I forget." She said, avoiding eye contact. "Hey. It's okay, we are both alive and in the present and that is all that matters right?" I reassured, squeezing her cheek. "Right. I love you." "I love you too, so much." I reiterated, leaving a chaste kiss on her lips. "Hey if you're up for it I need to talk to you about something?" She asked. "Dose it have to do with that phone call from earlier?" "Yes, matter of fact. How do you know about the call?" She asks, me. "Well I've been awake since you walked in this morning." "Really and I didn't even notice. Okay, so anyway you know how I said that I got honorably discharged." I nod my head. "Well apparently my colonel at the time made a mistake, by telling me that I was discharged, but I no longer am needed for active duty. But I'm supposed to be in IRR or the reserves as civilians call it." She finished, avoiding eye contact. "Okay so, when do you have to report to base?" She looks at me like a deer in the head lights. "So your not mad?" To be honest I was taken aback a little when she said that. I grab her hand and give it a squeeze. "Why would I be mad? There is nothing wrong with being in the reserves. Besides, it's not going to be like when you were over seas and couldn't talk for days or even weeks on end. Also, you get to come home to me every night." After I said the last part a small smile creeped across her face. "Yeah I like that part, but what about soccer?" "Listen, the season is over in a few weeks and I know that I won't be playing for the rest of the season, and knowing you you will not leave my side. But as for playing, we will figure out what we do when next. Okay?" I say, caressing her cheek. "You know your right about me not leaving your side, but..." She smiles, then continues. "To answer your question from earlier about when I report to base. I have to report next Monday." She informed.

"Hey-." Just then I was cut off by the doctor walking into the room. "Mrs. Harris it's good to see that your awake. How're you feeling?" He asked. "Great other than my side is sore and my throat is scratchy." "Okay I can send a nurse in to give you something for your pain and for your throat I suggest drinking some water. Any questions?" "Yes actually when can I go home?" "Tommorow afternoon actually, but we need to keep you over night for observation." He answered, then called for a nurse to get me some pain medication. "Just a warning this might make you a little drowsy." She said, before I took the meds. I nod off for a few hours, when I wake up I see a note next to my bed from Ash saying that visiting hours were over. Just then the doctor walks in. "Um we discovered something a few days ago when we did a blood test and I wanted to tell you in private. The blood test came back and we found..."

The next day

"You ready to go home?" Ash asks, walking in my room the next morning with a bag of clothes. "Yes, but I need your help changing." "Anything for you." She says, kissing my lips. She helps me get changed out of the hospital gown and into sweat pants and a t-shirt. Ten minutes later a nurse walks in with a wheelchair. Ash helps me get up, because with all these meds I'm on, I tend to lose my balance a little, it almost feels like I'm tipsy. "You okay?" "Yeah, just a little dizzy." I say, sitting down in the wheelchair. "Are we good to go?" The nurse asks. "Yes ma'am." I say, and she wheels me out of the room and to the Jeep we go. Ash pulls the Jeep around and helps me in. She runs to the other side; hops in and we make our way home.