[Raleigh you-- do not need to lay there and take care of him right now. You've got to be absolutely shitting him. Or completely drugged up right now. A tear might squeeze out of the corner of his eye but he won't own up to it.]
Rals. [Chuck leans in further to touch his forehead to hers.]
[ That's because you're a giant idiot, baby. And if she doesn't take care of you, who will? She'd wipe that tear from the corner of his eye if she could, but she's sluggish, and moving seems like an impossible thing.
She squeezes his fingers, with just a little more strength in them now, and she closes her eyes briefly. ] Stay?
[ Three weeks later, and Raleigh is mostly back to being obnoxiously energetic; she'd been particularly determined to regain muscle mass and working through activities of daily living for both her physio and occupational therapy; even the speech therapist had cleared her within the first couple of weeks.
She hated being in the wheelchair, she'd hated the slow progress at first, hated that her husband and son and father-in-law had to see her in the state she was in, but she was lucky to come out of the accident this well when others wouldn't normally have made it.
Chuck had been extraordinarily devoted, patient where she thought he wouldn't be -- his temper still frays, especially when he thinks she's pushing herself too far too quickly -- but she wants to come home. At the very least, a few good things had come out of the accident, right? Herc and Chuck are looking to be repairing their relationship. It's slow, but she's quietly pleased to see that the both of them are making an effort, at least.
Finally, the day comes when she can be discharged, and Raleigh doesn't even spare the wheelchair, the quad stick, or the walking stick a second glance -- she won't be needing any of those anymore, thank you. It's a surreal experience, packing her bag, but she manages well, and thanks the nurses and the attending doctor, as well as apologising for Chuck, too. She knows how the man can get.
[Don't apologize for him, Raleigh what the fuck. He works with these people, they know him and they know that they had to be extra on their toes when it came to his wife if they didn't want to be yelled at by one of the cardiologists.
Things are okay with him and his dad. Herc's at home with Percy now, because it's just easier to move things around when there isn't a toddler gumming up the works. And Chuck wants to get Raleigh out of there nearly as fast as she wants to leave herself. He wants her to be ready and safe but even he would agree that she is, but she's not going to push herself at home and go back to full speed today or so help him, he's taking the kid and leaving her.
He's actually checking on one of his patients while she's packing up, just a quick check in to adjust a med and then he's coming around the counter for her.]
[ Raleigh was actually there when Chuck did the yelling, you know. It was one of those nights with a young doctor on duty, and there was a mix-up with her prescribed dosage which, unfortunately, Chuck had been present for. The viciousness and ferocity with which Chuck had torn into him was breathtaking, and Raleigh had felt bad for it.
After that, she realised, it was the medical rehabilitation specialist that attended to her personally, and honestly, Chuck.
Still, she's slinging her duffel over her shoulder - giving him a brief smile when she notices what he's doing. Temper aside, he's the best damn cardiologist in the country. ]
You sure you don't have to go back to work today? You don't have to keep me company.
[Some yelling is good for the new doctors. How are they going to learn to be more careful if they aren't scared shitless. Either they can take it or they can't but they are definitely not fucking up his wife's meds if they want to live.]
I'm sure.
[Chuck reaches for her bag, let him carry it woman or so help him.]
Someone has to make sure you don't push it too much.
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Rals. [Chuck leans in further to touch his forehead to hers.]
You should rest.
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She squeezes his fingers, with just a little more strength in them now, and she closes her eyes briefly. ] Stay?
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[When it's a normal hour, he'll call his dad and have him come bring Percy in for her. Until then, Chuck kisses her cheek before he straightens.]
Someone's gotta keep you in line.
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She hated being in the wheelchair, she'd hated the slow progress at first, hated that her husband and son and father-in-law had to see her in the state she was in, but she was lucky to come out of the accident this well when others wouldn't normally have made it.
Chuck had been extraordinarily devoted, patient where she thought he wouldn't be -- his temper still frays, especially when he thinks she's pushing herself too far too quickly -- but she wants to come home. At the very least, a few good things had come out of the accident, right? Herc and Chuck are looking to be repairing their relationship. It's slow, but she's quietly pleased to see that the both of them are making an effort, at least.
Finally, the day comes when she can be discharged, and Raleigh doesn't even spare the wheelchair, the quad stick, or the walking stick a second glance -- she won't be needing any of those anymore, thank you. It's a surreal experience, packing her bag, but she manages well, and thanks the nurses and the attending doctor, as well as apologising for Chuck, too. She knows how the man can get.
Now, where had Chuck gone off to? ]
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Things are okay with him and his dad. Herc's at home with Percy now, because it's just easier to move things around when there isn't a toddler gumming up the works. And Chuck wants to get Raleigh out of there nearly as fast as she wants to leave herself. He wants her to be ready and safe but even he would agree that she is, but she's not going to push herself at home and go back to full speed today or so help him, he's taking the kid and leaving her.
He's actually checking on one of his patients while she's packing up, just a quick check in to adjust a med and then he's coming around the counter for her.]
Ready?
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After that, she realised, it was the medical rehabilitation specialist that attended to her personally, and honestly, Chuck.
Still, she's slinging her duffel over her shoulder - giving him a brief smile when she notices what he's doing. Temper aside, he's the best damn cardiologist in the country. ]
You sure you don't have to go back to work today? You don't have to keep me company.
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I'm sure.
[Chuck reaches for her bag, let him carry it woman or so help him.]
Someone has to make sure you don't push it too much.