This is a new tale with the gorgeous character from the 'All for Terry' story. Its a different tale about this stunningly beautiful man that passed through my life ever so briefly some years back. And different story with the same people meeting under different circumstance. Again its only fiction as this beautiful man and i never did anything but meet. 'Two ships passing in the night' as it were. But never docking together.
This is for Terry. Where ever he may be.
Enjoy.... +++++++++++++++++++++++*
All for Terry (My Cop, My Hero (23)
... I sat there at the hospital. Waiting to hear from the doctors on Terry's condition. He had been shot and had lost a lot of blood. And they had to go in and try to remove the bullet. I sat there in tears. Michelle next to me as she came when I called her. She sat there with me, holding my hand in comfort so I would not let this get to me
"He will be okay" she said "He is strong and he loves you" "So he won't leave you"
I looked back as I wiped tears away. She could see the worry in my face. So she just tapped softly at my hand. Trying to say soothing words to calm me. The last few hours had been a whirlwind. Eric assaulting me at home. Tying me up and waiting for Terry to come home so he could kill him. My using all I had in me to break my bindings and attacking him. Attacking and killing him (from what Terry's police partner had told me). But I had to do what ever I could to save Terry. This man that was my world. But even though I was able to get Eric, he still managed to shoot Terry. What lead me here and to this moment. Waiting for any news.
"He came.." I remembered saying to Burke when he arrived at the house "He came and was gonna kill me" "Then he was gonna kill Terry" "It's okay" he said "It's all self defense" "You killed this shit to protect your home. You killed him to protect your husband." "The fucker deserves to die"
He squeezed at my shoulder. Letting me know he would ensure that all would be okay. That he would see to that.
"You are dangerous" he then said "I don't wanna piss you off buddy"
I know he was trying to lighten the mood. It was appreciated. And I was glad he was on my side. He was a good cop after all. He said again if I needed anything to call him. I sat there as he walked off. Feeling Michelle as she squeezed at my hand. The minutes turned to hours as I waited for news. Then a nurse came out and to where we sat. She looked at Michelle as if she assumed it was her husband. I didn't really care to point out who I was. But she realized that I was his partner and then turned to me.
"He with be fine" she said "They are moving him to recovery. And you should be able to see him shortly."
I was happy. Oh so happy he made it through. My head had conjured up all the possibilities of his dying. So the good news he was alive broke the flood gates. I thanked her but still started to bawl. Michelle grabbed me and hugged me close. Reiterating to me that he was good, that Terry would be okay.
"I know, I know" i said to her "But I almost lost him today" "I don't think I can live without him"
She petted my hair a few times. Again a soothing tactic. The crying stopped and I just sat there and waited for the chance I could see him. When it finally came, I was lead to his room. The nurse said he may be groggy and possibly out from the sedatives. But that I had a few minutes to see him. Again I thanked her and then stepped into his room. There was my love. Laying there in that hospital bed. He was peaceful and had his eyes closed. I figured that he may indeed be asleep. But I stepped in and moved towards this bed. I reached for his hand and took hold of it. It was then that Terry opened his eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes looked up at me and he softly smiled.
"Hey" he then said with hoarse voice
I again began to cry as I gently squeezed his hand. Sat my hi back, but blubbering through it.
"Hi baby" I finally spit out "Hey. Hay now" he came back "It's okay. I am good. Just beat and sore from it" "Bullets fucking hurt"
I smiled through tear soaked eyes as he spoke. Still afraid somehow that something would go wrong at any moment and he would still die.
"I was so afraid. " I started to say
And as responding to what he seemed to get from my words of concern, he told me again he was okay
"But nothing happened' he said again 'i am here. And I will be fine" "Just may need so rehab after this" "But I am okay" "Thanks to you" he then suggested
I looked at him with a questioned look. But he reminded me what I did to stop his death from happening
"My hero" he then said
Then he tugged at my hand. Telling me to come closer. So i did. Then I kissed his lips. They were dry but still tastes like my Terry. I stroked his face and looked at those beautiful eyes. I felt the tears welling up again. So happy that he was gonna be okay. So I kissed him again
"I love you" he said to me "I love you too baby" I chimed back
I sat there with him for a few moments. I lay my head to his chest and just listened to him breath. His gentle heart beat beneath me. I was still crying a bit though. For my head still feared losing him. I looked up to say something and saw he had fallen asleep. I sat up and just looked at him for a few moments. Just gazing at his handsome features. I reached up and strokes his face. Caressing his cheek ever so softly. Then I leaned back in and placed a loving kiss to his lips. Again telling the sleeping man how I felt. Then I got up and said to him that I would be back.
"Sleep now my love" I said "I will be back later for you"
I then headed out. Stopping by the nurses station to tell her he was asleep. And to watch over him. I think she could see the concern still in my face. But she promised to keep an eye on him. I thanked her and met Michelle back in the waiting area. She grabbed my hands and asked how he was.
"Tired" I said "He is sleeping now" "See , I told you" she came back "I am just happy he is okay is all"
We headed out and I went back home. The nurse had said they would keep him overnight to make sure all was well. I got home and ate some food. Michelle has to leave to get back to her daughter. I thanked her for being there for me. She of course said any time. That we were friends and she would always be here for me. I had to stay at a hotel that night due to the 'crime scene's at my house. I tried to sleep that night, but found it difficult. Even though Terry had survived the incident, my head still pulled up scary images of a loss. Me at the cemetery mourning him. Tears filling my eyes in dreams materializing as I awoke. My shots of Terry's name echoing about in the hotel room. So I was up most of the night..... +++++++++++++++++++++++
To be continued