[Sorry, she says. Holy shit. Chuck will joke about divorcing her, and looking for his second wife, will endlessly complain that she's got far too much energy to be a normal human, that it bothers him that she won't just let him pay for things, like it's a point of pride for her and maybe he understands that but she's being stupid and ridiculous and he obviously can afford anything and just stop being so stubborn, woman.
He doesn't remember the short walk from the door to her bedside, pulling up a car, right next to her bed and Chuck grabs her hand.]
He's fine. He's at home with my dad. [Chuck has to fight back the urge to do a physical assessment on her, to make her squeezes his fingers and push against his hands with her feet, to find a penlight and look at her pupils and how they react, to see where she stands. You can damn well bet he's got one eye fixed on the monitor with her vitals on it, because that's how he knows how to take care of her.]
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He doesn't remember the short walk from the door to her bedside, pulling up a car, right next to her bed and Chuck grabs her hand.]
He's fine. He's at home with my dad. [Chuck has to fight back the urge to do a physical assessment on her, to make her squeezes his fingers and push against his hands with her feet, to find a penlight and look at her pupils and how they react, to see where she stands. You can damn well bet he's got one eye fixed on the monitor with her vitals on it, because that's how he knows how to take care of her.]
He's been a real brat without you too.