Brian’s POV:
“You can’t be in here.” Johnny told me as he put an oxygen mask over Tammy’s mouth. “Why the fuck not?” I wasn’t planning on going anywhere. “You’ll just be in the way. At least go sit on the couch till we’re done.” he said pointing at the couch next to the door. “Fine.” I grumbled. “Count backwards from 100.” I heard him tell Tammy as I walked to the couch. Him and Jerry are going to reset her fingers. I sat down, and listened to her muffled voice till she drifted out at 96. Jerry took off the mask, and I watched Johnny stick some kind of tube down her throat. “What the fuck is that?” I asked standing to get closer. “First off, if you’re going to be in here you need to sit down and shut up,” the little gnome snapped at me. I was caught a little off guard. I didn’t know the little shit had it in him. “And I’m just hooking up a respirator to help her breath while she’s under, so fucking relax.” he explained going back to what he was doing. I plopped back down on the couch, and rested my head in my hands. Guess all I can fucking do is wait.

I don’t know how long it took, I must have fallen asleep. I woke up to Johnny shaking me. “We’re done.” he said as I sat up rubbing my eyes. “How long have I been out?” “Just a couple of hours.” he said. Probably the most sleep I’ve gotten since she’s been gone. “How bad is it?” I asked walking over to the bed. She was still out. “Well,” Johnny started running a hand down his face, “Fingers are hard to operate on. She won’t be able to play at the club anymore. She’ll be lucky if she can play again at all.” I sighed and rested my hands on the guard rail of the bed. “She’s going to really need you’re help over the next 6 weeks while her fingers heal. She’s not going to have any use of her hands.” he explained. “Is she going to wake up soon?” I asked. “No I gave her some pain meds. She’ll be out for awhile.” he said walking to his desk. I didn’t even see Jerry leave.
I lowered the guard rail, and pushed the empty bed next to her up against her bed. “What are you doing?” Johnny asked with a small smirk. “Going to sleep. What does it look like?” I said climbing in, and scooting as close as I could to her. That little two hour nap made me realize just how tired I really was, and since she’s going to be out for awhile, might as well get some sleep. “I’ll leave you two alone then.” he said before turning off the light, and walking out. I leaned over Tammy and kissed her forehead before getting comfortable. I wanted to pull her into me, but I couldn’t with all the stuff hooked up to her right now. I couldn’t even hold her hand, so I settled for resting my hand on her shoulder. “I love you.” I whispered to her before letting some much needed sleep take me.

Tammy’s POV:
There’s that fucking beeping again. Annoying ass heart monitor. I slowly opened my eyes, and instinctively went to rub them. Well that’s not going to work, I thought as I looked at my wrapped up hands. There was a metal plate keeping them strait. At least they’re strait, I chuckled to myself. Most people probably wouldn’t find this humorous, but honestly I’m just glad it’s over, and I’m back home. I was aware of the hand on my shoulder, and really hated to do what I was about to do. He looked so peaceful there with that little smile on his face. “Brian.” I called out to wake him. He didn’t move, and I can’t really shake him. I scooted up on to my butt, and leaned over to pepper his face in kisses. “Brian.” I said again between kisses ignoring the burning pain coming from where my tattoos use to be. “Wake up.” I said as he started to stir. I continued to trail kissed across his cheek till I connected our lips. I knew he was awake when he immediately started to kiss me back. He entangled a hand in my hair, and deepened the kiss. It felt so good to feel his lips on mine again. I don’t even know how long I was gone, it just felt like an eternity.
I pulled away, and smiled softly down at him. “Good morning baby.” he said reaching up and wiping the sleep out of my eyes before rubbing his own. “Good morning.” I said pecking his lips again. “Um,” I hesitated for a moment feeling my cheeks heat up a little, “I have to go to the bathroom.” I said adverting my eyes from his as I felt my cheeks get hotter. We may have done some very intimate things in the past, but there are somethings that I would just rather not need help for. He chuckled at my embarrassment, and sat up. “Awe baby don’t be embarrassed.” he said pressing his lips to mine. “You know I’d wipe your ass for you.” he said with a laugh pulling away. “You’re so romantic.” I said rolling my eyes. “I know it oozes out of me.” he said with a cocky smirk. I chuckled and shook my head. “You’re so not wiping my ass. We’ll get a bidet before I let that happen.” I said as he pushed the beds a part. He let out a laugh, and unhooked the heart monitor before helping me up.
He guided the IV stand for me, and I made him stand outside while I did my business. I call for him when I was done, and he entered with an amused smile. “Ready for me to wipe your ass.” he asked his smile getting wider when I tried to make him burst into flames with my eyes. “I didn’t do that, and I told you we’re getting a bidet. I‘ll hold till we do if I have too.” I said trying to cross my arms over my chest. It wasn’t working out to well, and I let out a huff dropping my arms to my sides. He chuckled again before helping me out. “I believe you’re just stubborn enough to do that.” he said as we exited the bathroom.
He lifted me back up on the bed, and jumped up next to me. I went to rest my chin in my hand then I remembered I can’t. So I opted to rest it on Brian’s should with a sigh. “What’s the matter?” he asked leaning his head to rest on mine. “This sucks. How long long will I not be able to use my hands?” I asked. “Johnny said six weeks.” he told me. “Fucking fantastic.” I said sarcastically. You really don’t know just how much you use your hands everyday till you can’t. “Yea well if you liked that you’re going to love this,” he said in a tone that told me I wouldn’t, “He said you may not be able play again.” he said. I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath. “I’ll be damned if I’m going to let that happen.” I said. He let out a small chuckle. “I believe you’re just stubborn enough to do that.” he said repeating his previous statement. I am pretty stubborn. I mean come on, when Rick Allen lost an arm, it didn’t keep him from continuing to play the drums for Def Leppard. There was no way in hell I was going to let some broken fingers keep me from playing again.

“Johnny! Just the man I wanted to see,” I said when him and the Berry’s came in with food in hand. He shot me a smile, and I got disappointment from the Berrys. “Sorry guys he’s the only one that can take these needles out of me.” I said referring to my IV. “We brought food. Doesn’t that count for anything?” Matt asked pouting a little. “Of course it does. I’m sorry. Yay Matt and JB the other two men I wanted to see!” I cheered for them. “Better?” I asked as they handed the plates to Brian. “Yes.” they said with smiles. “Whose the other one for?” I asked taking notice of the third plate in JB’s hand. There was some hesitation from everyone.
I jumped off the bed, and hurriedly made my way to the door before anyone could stop me. “Tammy wait!” I heard Brian call out as they came after me. Fuck that shit. This motherfucker was here. “Where is he? In the basement?” I yelled running to the basement. Sure enough it was locked. “Open the fucking door!” I demanded when they caught up to me. “Just fucking what a damn minute.” Brian said separating me and the door. “Open the damn door. Obviously I didn’t do a good enough job smashing his head into the ground.” I growled. “And what the fuck do you plan to do? You can’t even use your hands.” he said gently pushing me back away from the door. “I don’t give a fuck!” I spat as I tried to get around him, “I’ll snap his neck with my legs if I have too! They’re not fucking broken!” I yelled as Brian wrapped his arms around my waist, and lifted me up. “Put me down!” I demanded as I tried to wiggle out of his grasp. It wasn’t working in my favor as his grip tightened while he carried me back to the infirmary kicking and screaming.
He dropped me to my feet in front of the bed before whipping me around by my shoulders, and lifting me up onto it. “Calm the fuck down.” he said getting eye level with me. “How can you tell me to calm down? He’s the fucking root of all my problems.” I said. “I know that, but now isn’t the time.” he said wrapping his arms around me to try and calm me. I was so angry, I had tears in my eyes. “It’s never going to end. He’s always going to be a problem.” I said at almost a sob as I buried my face in his chest. “And he’ll get what’s coming to him soon, but you need to rest and heal first.” he said pulling away a little. “He’s not going anywhere okay.” he said wiping away my tears. I nodded in defeat, and laid back on the bed, closing my eyes. I felt the bed being raised to sit me up, and I opened my eyes to look at Brian. He grabbed one of the plates of food, and sat down next to me. “How bout we eat, and then look into getting that bidet installed.” he said with a grin. I couldn’t help but chuckle at his attempt to lighten the mood. I sat there letting Brian feed me while I slowly got my rage under control. I’ll get down there eventually. I may not strangle the life out of him yet, but he was going to listen to every fucking word I had to say.

Notes

Ahh bathroom humor. No one ever addresses the grosser things in life.
In case some of you don't know a bidet (bi day) is, and this is google's definition: a low oval basin used for washing one's genitals and anal area.....The More You Know...