Malcolm had been lying in bed for what seemed like an eternity. True, the fact that it was his own bed made it much more tolerable, even enjoyable when in the company of a certain red headed angel... But he was no longer on a morphine drip, so sleep had been much more of a challenge. He’d been home from the hospital in Austin for a couple of days. A couple the most wonderful and horrible of his life. Before meeting Sarah he had no idea the two could happen concurrently, yet here he was recovering from a dinosaur attack and falling...
Actually falling on his ass, just two feet from the kitchen. “Dammit!” he yelled, and tossed one of his crutches. These damn things are useless, he thought. Then he remembered that Sarah was sleeping in the guest room, and he had been, well, before he fell anyway...trying to be as quiet as possible. He knew how little sleep she had gotten in the last week. Between the flights, getting him settled into the new hospital, and then back at home, on top of rescheduling her entire life so she could be here to help him...well, the very least he could do was let her sleep through the night.
At least Hammond had pulled through and gotten him a nurse who came a few hours everyday, as well as a physical therapist. The latter was a bit premature, but he was helping Malcolm get used to the crutches, help him start to do some things on his own, and even gave him some exercises to prevent muscle loss due to prolonged bedrest. They had been making good progress so when Malcolm couldn’t sleep he figured he could handle getting himself a glass of water.
He was about halfway to being up on his feet when he fell, again. This time he was able to resist the urge to curse, but felt even more defeated. Naturally, that would be the moment Sarah came out of the guest room. He had laid all the way down on the floor, limbs splayed and feeling very sorry for himself. He looked up at her from where he lay, and said, as if everything were perfectly normal, “Good morning, beautiful. I’m sorry for waking you.”
