Chapter Eight: Bed Ridden
Reggy slowly became aware of a loud beeping sound coming from somewhere nearby. Thinking it was his alarm clock he tried to lift his hand to turn it off, only to find that his arm wouldn't comply. As he rose out of the darkness which had consumed him, he realized that he wasn't in a familiar bed and his body felt like lead. There was a dull, throbbing pain in his side and, in a flash, the earlier events came back to him.
He struggled to open his eyes and finally managed it, a strong clinical smell assaulting his nostrils. He blinked rapidly as the hospital room slowly came into focus. Turning his head slightly he saw Kriss standing by the window with his back to him, still in his uniform. The setting sun was shining through the window and bathing his skin in a soft golden light, creating an almost angelic aura. My guardian angel, Reggy thought with a smile.
Needing to see Kriss's face, he tried to call his name but it only came out as a strangled croak. Nevertheless Kriss heard it and turned, his face breaking into a relieved smile as he walked over.
"Hey you," he said, leaning over to kiss Reggy gently, "welcome back. Do you want some water?"
Reggy nodded weakly and Kriss grabbed a cup from beside him and held the straw to his lips. Reggy let the cool water slip down, wetting his dry and sore throat.
"Better?" Kriss asked.
Reggy nodded with a grateful smile. "How long have I been out?" he asked softly.
Kriss put the cup down and turned to look back at him, raising a hand to smooth his curls back from his forehead. "A couple of hours. They had to take you straight to OR when we arrived to repair the damage." His hand stilled as he looked into Reggy's eyes, which were duller than normal and still slightly groggy from the anesthetic. "You know, you scared the crap out of me for a while there. Please don't do that again."
"Sorry," Reggy whispered, gingerly moving to take Kriss's other hand in his. "I had you to take care of me though, didn't I?"
Kriss held his gaze with a deadly serious expression. "You were very lucky Reg. The bullet somehow managed to miss all your vital organs. A little to the left or right..." He couldn't finish the sentence, shutting his eyes and looking down, and Reggy squeezed his hand reassuringly. Kriss let out a deep breath then looked back up with a smile. "Guess I know how you must have felt now."
Reggy remembered how terrified he's been at the office bombing, and that had just been for a few moments before he'd found Kriss unharmed. He shuddered to think what Kriss had been through over the last few hours, knowing that he would have fallen apart if the situation had been reversed.
"I'm sorry I scared you Kriss," he said sincerely, stroking the top of Kriss's hand with his thumb. "I was just trying to keep you safe."
"Yeah, well worry less about me and more about yourself in future," Kriss replied sternly, leaning forward until their noses were almost touching, "because I don't want to lose you." He closed the distance and kissed him gently, feeling the anxiety gradually flow out of his body.
"I'd better go and call the guys," he smiled a moment later, "I promised I'd let them know the moment you woke up."
"Knock, knock," Greg's familiar nasal tones called as he pushed the door open and entered the room, followed by Kenney and Kip. "How's the patient doing?"
He stopped in his tracks when he saw that Reggy was asleep and lowered his voice, "Sorry."
Kriss, who was sitting on the edge of the bed next to Reggy, smiled at him warmly. "It's okay Greg. They've given him enough painkillers to knock out a small elephant."
"Or a tall, gangly giraffe," Greg smirked as he placed a bag of goodies on Reggy's bedside table.
"So, how is he doing?" Kenney asked worriedly as he pulled up a chair, the others following suit.
"The doctors are confident that he'll make a full recovery," Kriss reassured him, "but he's gonna be very sore for a while."
Greg, who was staring at Reggy's relaxed face, murmured, "Hell of a close call though." He'd never come so close to losing his partner before and, despite his tough exterior, it had badly shaken him up.
"Tell me about it," Kriss sighed, his hand tightening around Reggy's.
"Are you okay Kriss?" Kip asked, noticing the tired lines on Kriss's face.
"I'm fine," Kriss replied with a reassuring smile. "I just never want to go through that again. I suppose that's the price I pay for dating a cop."
"He's damn lucky you were there Kriss," Greg said seriously. "I know I wouldn't have stayed so calm and professional if it had been Piper."
Kriss shook his head. "Trust me, I wasn't nearly so calm on the inside. It's a lot harder to focus when it's someone you love."
There was a hesitant knock on the door and all four pairs of eyes swung round to see Brad standing in the doorway looking awkward.
"Hey Brad," Kriss said in surprise, "come in. This is Kenney, Kip, and you've already met Greg. Guys, this is my partner Brad."
"Hi," Brad said, shuffling into the room and nodding politely at the others who murmured greetings. "I just wanted to see how he's doing."
"He's doing okay," Kriss smiled, "thanks. What happened with the guy's brother?"
Brad shook his head. "He was DOA, there was just too much internal damage."
"Damn it," Kriss sighed, looking back down at Reggy who stirred slightly in his sleep, "such a waste." Greg shuffled in his seat uneasily, it had after all been his bullet which had killed him.
"Hey Brad," Kip said cheerily into the suddenly oppressive silence, attempting to lighten the mood, "you should come out with us sometime. Kriss's already had his initiation ceremony."
"You make it sound like a cult," Brad smirked.
"It is Brad," Kriss said with such an expression of utmost solemnity that Brad almost believed him, "and once you're in their clutches you can never escape."
Greg let out a bark of laughter, hastily covering his mouth to muffle the noise when Reggy grunted and stirred.
"Oh come on Kriss, you know you love us," Kip grinned before turning his attention back to Brad, "So how about it?"
"Sure," Brad replied with a shrug, "why not? As long as I don't have to slaughter a live chicken or something."
"Nah, we save that for special occasions."
"Fair enough," Brad laughed and Kip gave him a dazzling smile in return. "Well, I'd better get back. You know, I've got to put up with Steve as my partner now you're AWOL Kriss and he gives me the creeps."
Kriss chuckled. "Sorry Brad. I promise I'll be back to save you from creepy Steve as soon as I can."
Brad waved a hand dismissively. "It's okay; you've certainly earned some time off. Give Reggy my best when he wakes up okay?"
"I will, thanks."
Brad raised a hand to the others as he went to the door. "It was nice to meet all of you, I'll no doubt see you again soon."
When he'd gone Kip stared after him and Kriss, Kenney, and Greg all smirked knowingly at each other. Greg held up his hand and mouthed counting down, putting a finger down each time. Just as he got to one, Kip asked, "Hey Kriss, is Brad seeing anyone?"
Greg and Kenney immediately burst into laughter and Kriss grinned, the strain disappearing from his face for the first time since they arrived.
Kip turned to look at them with a confused expression. "What? Hey, what's so funny?"
This just made them laugh even more and Greg bent over, clutching at his stomach and slapping his leg.
"Hey, do you lot wanna keep it down? Some of us are trying to sleep around here."
Everyone's heads whipped round at the sound of Reggy's voice, happy to see he'd woken up even if they'd inadvertently caused it. Reggy was looking at them with an amused expression, despite his words, and also looked slightly relieved that Kriss was still beside him.
"Sorry Reg," Kriss chuckled, leaning down to kiss him gently. He pulled back to study Reggy's face carefully. "You need more pain meds?"
Reggy smiled, deciding he liked Kriss looking after him. "No, it's not too bad at the moment."
Greg, Kenney, and Kip had all got up to gather around him.
"I'm glad you're okay man," Greg said beside his head, "you scared the hell out of me. Seriously, for a second I thought I was gonna have to give you mouth to mouth."
Kriss snorted and Reggy looked repulsed. "Well thank God you didn't. I don't think there's enough mouthwash in the world to cover that scenario." He frowned, suddenly remembering what had woken him, "Hey, what were you all laughing about anyway?"
"That's what I'd like to know," Kip grumbled which set Greg off again.
"Kip likes the paramedic uniform too," Kenney smirked and a blush crept up Kip's cheeks.
Reggy's frown deepened considerably and Kriss rolled his eyes. "He means Brad Reg."
Kip decided this was too good to pass up.
"No, it's you Kriss," he exclaimed, throwing himself down at Kriss's feet melodramatically and grabbing his hand. "Leave the cripple and run away with me."
"No thanks Kip," Kriss laughed, shaking his head, while Reggy glowered at Kip. Kenney and Greg simply watched the scene in amusement; they all knew that Kip would never have tried that when Reggy was fit and healthy. All jokes aside, Reggy was very protective of Kriss.
"I'm not too injured to kick your ass Kip," Reggy threatened, attempting to sit up which made Kip retreat quickly and hide behind Kenney. Kriss pushed Reggy back down firmly with one hand.
"Whoa boy, he was just kidding around. Don't over exert yourself."
Reggy grumbled under his breath and sank back into the pillows as a nurse entered the room.
"Okay gentlemen," she said briskly, "I'm afraid visiting hours are over. You can come back again tomorrow if you wish."
Greg, Kenney, and Kip said their reluctant goodbyes, moving to the door and promising to come back when they could. Reggy reached out to grab Kriss's arm as he got up to follow, and Kriss looked down to see an unnaturally vulnerable expression on his face. Instantly making a decision he turned to the nurse who was busy checking Reggy's vitals.
"Is it alright if I stay a bit longer Sarah?"
`She smiled and looked up at him. "How can I say no to my favorite paramedic?"
"Thanks, you're a gem," Kriss said, flashing her a warm smile.
"You know you'll get me into trouble one of these days," she replied good-naturally as she finished her checks and ushered the others out of the room.
After all the talk and laughter it seemed unnaturally quiet once the door had closed. Reggy was still holding onto him tightly but Kriss noted his relieved expression and the sleepiness he was unsuccessfully fighting. He sat down and carefully shifted his position until his back was resting against the top of the bed. Reggy immediately moved over to rest his head on Kriss's chest and his arm crept across Kriss's waist. Kriss smiled and kissed the top of his head, rubbing his back soothingly. Within minutes, Reggy had fallen into a contented sleep.
Reggy was released from hospital a few days later under strict instructions to rest for at least a week and not return to work until they were satisfied that he had fully recovered. Kriss got the distinct impression that the hospital were only releasing him early because the medical staff were tired of being snapped at constantly. To say that Reggy was a bad patient would have been the understatement of the century. Kriss was the only person who could bring him out of his bad mood when he visited, which was as often as possible for the sake of mankind.
He had plenty of vacation time accumulated so had taken two weeks off work, determined to be there for Reggy as he recuperated. Reggy certainly wasn't complaining; he only wished he wasn't still so sore, otherwise he would have taken full advantage of having Kriss to himself. They had both agreed that he would stay in Kriss's apartment while he recovered, so that Kriss could keep an eye on him and try to stop him from going stir-crazy, and then move in permanently once he was better.
After five days of lying in bed doing nothing, however, Reggy was losing the small amount of patience he had left and was desperate to get up and do something, anything to relieve the boredom.
As Kriss sternly pushed him back into bed for the third time that particular morning, Reggy put on his best puppy dog expression. "Please Kriss, I'm feeling much better. Let me get up."
Kriss's stern expression softened into a sympathetic smile and Reggy felt his hopes rise.
"You can't Reg. You heard what the doctors said; you suffered a serious injury and if you do too much too soon you could jeopardize your recovery. I know it's difficult but if you want to get better quickly, you have to do as they say. Okay?"
Reggy scowled and flopped back down on the bed. "Fine," he said sulkily, "I'll try to be good."
His good intentions didn't last very long though as a few hours later Kriss was once again settling him back into bed after another dismal escape attempt.
"You're hopeless, you know that," Kriss said, gazing at Reggy exasperatedly as his fingers carded through his curls.
"But you love me anyway," Reggy replied confidently, adjusting his position slightly.
Kriss just smiled. "You realize this calls for drastic measures?"
Before Reggy could ask what he meant Kriss had leans forward and kissed him firmly, taking him completely by surprise. Reggy couldn't help but melt into it, opening his mouth when Kriss's tongue sought entry, and didn't notice something cold enclosing his wrist until it was too late. With a click he was nicely secured to the bed.
He broke the kiss and stared at a smug Kriss in disbelief. "You used my own handcuffs against me?"
Kriss shrugged and smirked. "You've only got yourself to blame. Besides, it was you who gave me the idea in the first place."
"But that's just plain sneaky."
"I thought so."
Reggy's expression of utmost betrayal made Kriss lean forward and kiss him again. "Hey, I'm sure I can make it more pleasurable for you," he said huskily, moving his mouth across Reggy's jaw and down his neck.
Reggy tried to stay mad but Kriss was making it almost impossible and a small whimper escaped his mouth as Kriss continued his trail downwards. Kriss peeled the sheet back to reveal Reggy's already tented underwear and carefully placed feather-light kisses on his bandaged wound before moving on. He lovingly caressed every part of Reggy's body, except the part that was screaming for attention the most, which drove Reggy crazy with need.
"Kriss..." he whined.
Kriss looked up at him innocently. "What?"
"You know what. Don't tease an injured man."
Kriss simply smiled at him, eyes gleaming, then, before Reggy could blink, he had removed his constricting underwear and begun to run his tongue up his impressive length. He swiped it across the head when he reached the tip before taking all of him into his mouth.
Reggy squeezed his eyes shut and was forced to run through every boring police statistic he could think of to stop himself from coming there and then, only managing it with great difficulty. Kriss was doing incredible things with his mouth and tongue and Reggy found himself idly wondering where he'd learns the technique. That thought flew out of his head with every other one when Kriss took him right to the back of his throat and sucked hungrily.
"Fucking hell," Reggy exclaimed, his eyes flying open and his fingers clutching the sheets tightly. He wanted to look down at Kriss but knew that, if he did, he'd lose it straight away and he didn't want it to end too soon.
While one hand anchored Reggy's erection firmly in his mouth Kriss moved his other hand down and circled the ring of muscle there, feeling a spasm go through Reggy's body at his touch. He slowly inserted one finger, pushing right in up to the knuckle, and heard Reggy groan as he tried to push down on it. With a grin he pulled out and added a second finger, then a moment later a third, thrusting them all the way in until he found the right spot, hearing a cry of pleasure from Reggy.
"Oh God Kriss."
Kriss had begun to move his mouth up and down in a steady rhythm, his tongue constantly flicking and swirling, as his fingers continued their work and Reggy was feeling completely overwhelmed. Okay this was worth being handcuffed for, he thought dazedly. He could feel the unstoppable force of his orgasm building and moved his free hand to cradle Kriss's head lovingly.
Kriss could tell that Reggy was close and stepped up his efforts. He took him right to the back of his throat once again and relaxed his muscles, swallowing around him as he pulled his fingers out and thrust in hard one more time. This proved to be the final straw for Reggy who arched his back, his arm straining against the cuffs, and shouted Kriss's name as he finally succumbed to his blessed release. Kriss continued to milk him dry, swallowing every drop, then released him gently.
Reggy had his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and a light sheen of sweat covered his body. Kriss crawled back up and kissed his lips tenderly, smiling as Reggy reciprocated, his free arm wrapping around him. When he pulled back and met Reggy's emerald gaze he was startled by the intensity of emotion he saw there.
"You're incredible, you know that?" Reggy said softly. "That was...," he shook his head, apparently lost for words, "...wow. Now it's your turn."
"Uh-uh," Kriss shook his head, "that was just for you, my own special brand of medicine."
"Well you can medicate me as much as you want then."
Kriss chuckled and kissed him again. "Only if you promise to be good from now on."
"I will be, scouts honor," Reggy replied with a salute. "I haven't got any energy left after that anyway."
Kriss moved to release him and Reggy took advantage of his newly found freedom to wrap his arms securely around him, sighing contentedly and feeling the pull of sleep as his eyes closed again. He was about to drift off when Kriss's voice broke the silence.
"Were you ever actually a boy scout?"
"Uh-huh," Reggy replied, not bothering to open his eyes. "Not for very long though."
"Really? What happened?"
"I kinda burnt down the scout master's tent."
Kriss burst into laughter, a sound that never failed to make Reggy feel warm and fuzzy. "Remind me never to take you camping Reg."
Reggy's answering smile remained on his face as sleep claimed him.