Sweet Dreams, Angel

Abbey sat quietly in the chair and watched as the world moved around her. She saw camera flashes left and right and there was a lot of noise. It frightened her and she looked up behind her to Jed, who was pushing her wheelchair, for assurance. He gave her a tight smile and told her not to worry. She couldn’t help herself. The voices were so loud and the flashes so bright. She wanted to go back to the hospital. There were no flashing lights and there weren’t so many people. She didn’t like all the people. She just wanted Jed and the rest of them could go away.

Finally, the door to the house closed and it was just Abbey, Jed, and whatever agents had been permitted entry into the house. They immediately fanned out to there assigned posts and made themselves invisible. Abbey forgot they were even there. Jed didn’t.

Abbey looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings and looked back at Jed. She wondered where they were. This wasn’t the hospital.

“We’re home.” She blinked but turned back to continue looking around. It was certainly nice enough, but she’d never been here before, so how could this be her home? She didn’t know and couldn’t ask, so she remained on her guard. A yawn hit her unexpectedly and she shook her head to clear the cobwebs. All the traveling from the car to the plane to the next car had sapped all of the energy she’d accumulated in the hospital. Her head tipped a little and her eyes started to droop. She was getting so sleepy. Correction, she was already sleepy. Her head fell forward and her eyes closed. Jed smiled and caught her before she slid right out of the chair. He carried her gently up the stairs. He'd forgotten how light she was. Her arms tucked into her chest and she buried her face in his neck. Her breath warmed him from the inside out.

He carefully pulled off her shoes and jacket so that she didn't get too hot and lay her on their bed. She'd be staying there until all of the equipment for her hospital bed was set up in another bedroom. He pulled the cover up to her chin and kissed her forehead. She sniffled and curled up in a little ball under the covers. God, she was beautiful.

He stood up and made to leave from the room when she grasped at his hand desperately in her sleep. She made frightened sounds. He sat back down and cradled the hand, peppering soft kisses on her knuckles. Her breathing slowed until it was so soft that he had to lean forward to hear it at all. She looked like an angel.

As soon as he was sure she was asleep, he kissed her forehead. "Good night, Beautiful." She sighed contently in her sleep and snuggled further down. "Love you." He gently disengaged their hands and slipped out of the room after blowing her a kiss. Sweet dreams.

He fell into one of the guest beds fully dressed and had dreams of beautiful doctors named Abigail and White Houses.

Sweet dreams, Angel. Sweet dreams.

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