Who Wants To Live Forever...

This Is Where We Are Today...People Going Separate Ways - Part 5

24th February 1983

Los Angeles CA

Roger's POV

The doctor from the hospital called and advised his head scan was clear.  He may have not injured his brain but something seemed broken.  I finally got him calmed down and he went to sleep after being up to make sure he didn't have a concussion.  When I was sure he was out I closed the bedroom door behind me.  I headed downstairs and found everyone but Clare at the kitchen table eating lunch.  When the kids saw me they both went to get up from their chairs.

"Papa!"  they both shouted and barreled up to me.  I squatted down to catch Jimi in a hug and Tiger Lily wrapped her arms around my side.

"Hey...."  I told them as I pressed them close and shared a kiss.  "Missed you..."  I said and got them herded back to their seats.  "Finish your lunch..."  I encouraged them.  They both went to their chairs and I smiled at Dom and Mia.

"How is he?"  Dom asked.  I ran my hand into my shirt and rubbed my shoulder.  Not sure how to answer and not wanting to say a lot in front of the kids.

"He's asleep and the doctor called and said his scan was clear...no damage..."  I answered.  They both looked relieved.  I went to the refrigerator and Mia got up.

"I can make you something to eat...you look tired..."  she told me.  I was tired and grateful for her offer.

"That would be brilliant....thanks..."  I replied.  I shuffled over and slumped down in a chair.  Dom stood up and walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a container of juice.  She poured a glass and brought it to me.  

"Thanks..."  I said and she smiled as she slid in next to me.  She leaned close.

"Is he really okay?"  she asked me and I shook my head.  Dom is a perceptive person.  She patted my shoulder.   "If either of you need anything..."  she offered.  I smiled at her.

"Thanks..."  I told her.  "For now he needs to rest and I need to eat..."  I answered.  Mia was making me a sandwich and my stomach growled at the prospect.

As I ate my sandwich and crisps everyone else finished and Mia took the kids out to play in back garden and Dom got up and began cleaning the kitchen.

"You don't have to do that..."  I advised her as she started loading the dishwasher.

"I'm happy to help..."  she said with a warm smile.  It was above and beyond the duties of a public relations agent.

"Be sure and add that to my bill..."  I joked and she laughed as she rinsed the lunch dishes.  I ate a few crisps and watched her move about the kitchen.  It was odd to see her in this role.  I was so accustomed to her being in meetings and interviews as a public relations consultant.  Not being so domestic.  I took the last bite of my sandwich and carried my plate to her.  She took it from me and rinsed it as I set my empty glass on the counter.  

"I bet a shower would make you feel better..."  she commented.

"I was just thinking that..."  I replied and patted her arm.  "Thanks again for coming and for your help..."  I told her.  

"Of course..."  she said sincerely.  

"I'm going to shower and see if Clare is up...I need to know exactly what happened before Brian wakes up..."  I announced.   "Are you good for now?"  I asked her.  She nodded.

"Yes...I thought I would go enjoy your little beach out back..."  she replied.  I was glad she was going to take advantage of our private patch of beach.  I headed upstairs and slipped quietly into the bedroom.  I peeled off my travel clothes and turned on the shower in our private bathroom.  The warm water felt amazing and I realized I was aching from travel and the tension of the past 15 hours.   I finished and wrapped up in a towel to go find some fresh clothes.