Hello everyone, I'll get individual responses out in a moment, but first...here's the update.
Note: I fought with myself for a couple hours this morning about the tense in this fic... I keep switching at odd places from past to present to future without regard to the rules of doing so.... but after changing and de-changing and re-changing again...I've come to the conclusion that the rules just don't work for me in this story...I kind of have to go with the natural flow....so if this irritates you...please accept my humble apologies.
All Disclaimers ApplyI had clearance to take Willow from the building, which surprised me at first. When I'd inquired about it this morning, I'd had been certain that it was going to take months of bureaucracy to get through all the red tape of hospital policies that I was sure were wrapped around me as tight as police line, sectioning off the things I couldn't do from the things that I could. But that hadn't been the case.
When I'd made my way to Mary's office that morning, I had been fully prepared for the frustrating wait I knew was to come. I mean, certainly Sheila and Ira Rosenberg hadn't signed papers releasing Willow to the outside world. Or at least that's what I'd thought at the time.
Actually, I'd yet to speak with Willow's parents, as they were currently out of the country. But nothing I'd come across in the past would've led me to believe that two parents who hadn't visited their child in the last seven years would be overly concerned about whether or not she got out for a walk every now and then.
I'd been wrong though. Mary had been surprised by my request but took no more than thirty minutes to locate the proper paperwork that would allow me to take Willow for a short walk around the grounds. If I wanted to leave hospital property though, that would be a whole new issue, Mary had been sure to warn me. I was ecstatic, I'd certainly settle for a walk around the grounds, even if that's all it could be.
But that had been this morning, and as of right now, i find my stomach attempting to tie itself into one of those incredibly complicated Boy Scout knots. I keep thinking that somehow I was wrong... that what happened yesterday had been some kind of fluke and when I see Willow today, it will have been like nothing at all has happened. I pray as I step out of the elevator that whatever magic was working yesterday continues to work today.
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We make our way down the white corridor. I am happy to see that Willow has maintained the capability to walk. But my sense of happiness is soon tempered by the fact that I'v found I have to keep my hand on her elbow at all times or she stops all movement, simply standing there, unmoving, until I replace my hand. This makes walking a little slow. But despite the slowness factor, we persevere and soon find our rhythm.
We are now moving at a somewhat comfortable pace even if it is a little slower than normal, which is fine with me. I don't want to go to quickly anyway, as this is Willow's first time walking in a long time. Something doesn't set right with me about that though.
If Willow had been truly immobile this whole time, wouldn't her legs be useless by now? I was no medical doctor, by any means, but I was fairly certain that such immobility would have completely atrophied the muscles in her legs by now. She must have been walking at some point in her day...but how could she have managed that without any of the staff observing her? All these questions tumble through my brain at break-neck speed. There was something very strange going on here. The pieces just weren't adding up.
The day is sunny and bright. As we round the corner. I see light spilling through the double-glass doors at the entrance of the hospital. I dodge confused glances from most of the staff as Willow and I make our way down this final corridor. Everyone we pass seems to be surprised to see the formerly immobile woman walking with uncharacteristic ease down the polished linoleum hallway. I wonder silently, why no one had, in all the time willow had been here, cared to find out if she could actually walk.
I can feel an annoyance toward the staff, as a whole, boiling to the surface and have to push it back down. It will do no good to get angry about things I can't change. I want to keep this experience as light and upbeat as possible. I force myself to smile at their open-mouthed stares. Besides, I myself, hadn't inquired of anyone as to whether or not Willow had demonstrated the capability to walk. I had assumed right alone with them...which makes me no better than they.
From now on I will be more careful. I will evaluate every aspect of this woman's care...leave no stone unturned, that sort of thing. Something inside tells me that I will have a lot of stones to turn over, before I actually find the root of Willow's problem.
I wander if Willow really knows what we're about to do. I look at her through the corner of my eye. She seems to be alert. Her head is tilted to the side at a gentle angle and there is a very light, very delicate, but very there smile on her lips. I feel a glow of something unnameable start in the center of my chest. I take this as yet another small sign that she is in-fact in there somewhere, and that she isn't just reacting to something I am doing to her, but rather, she is as affected by it as I am.
I breathe deeply as I take my hand from Willow's arm. She stops walking and stands there as I push the door open. " Come, lets go outside?" I say, hoping my suggestion will be enough to spur her into movement, even though I know already that that won't be the case. And It isn't.
I decide it would be best to move slowly and to try not to push her too hard, so I reach across and take her fingers into my hand as I can't hold the door open and reach far enough to take her elbow at the same time. Apparently I hadn't thought far enough ahead when i'd let go of her in the first place..
Her fingers feel warm pressed into my palm. My own fingers are tingling a bit as I pull her to me. I have the fear then, that my hands are going to go numb. I want to shake them, to wake them up from this incredible buzz that's threatening to travel the length of my arm, But I can't.
The moment I begin to pull her to me, her feet began to move and she is walking to me. I pass her hand into my other as I slide the first hand up the back of her arm. Touching her elbow slightly, I let go of her fingers. I can't put into words the reason why I feel the need to let go, it certainly would be easier to lead her around by the hand, but there is something too uncomfortably pleasant in that tingling contact.
I am hoping that perhaps a change in scenery is just exactly what she needs. I know it's what I needed. Spending day after day in that sterile smelling building is starting to wear on me, so I can only imagine what the lack of stimulation is doing to Willow.
This first walk will be a short one. I keep repeating this to myself even as our feet continue their steady beat on the pavement. I find myself glancing at her out of the corner of my eye every now and then, without allowing my gaze to come into full contact with any part of her body.
I don't know why I do this, it isn't like I not supposed to interact with her. I am her psychologist after-all, it is kinda expected that I interact with her... and if it isn't, Then I've been doing my job all wrong up until this point.
I force my eyes upward then, to look at her boldly. My breath catches in my throat at that same moment. Out here, in this light, away from the florescent and washed-out glare of the hospital setting, she looks perfectly normal. The word stunning, keeps flicking through my mind like the scary scene in a movie. The kind where even though you cover your eyes with both hands you still find yourself looking at the picture through the spaces between your fingers. This is like that. I can't stop her beauty as it wraps itself around me. The light shining on her red hair only seems to add to the glow around her. She is absolutely beautiful. I can feel my heartbeat speed up in my chest and I know I shouldn't be having these kinds of thoughts. I feel almost sick with guilt then and the urge to turn around and take us back to the hospital is becoming hard to deny. But I manage to keep that impulse at bay. This isn't about me after-all, it's about Willow, and what's best for her.
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Inwardly I am grimacing with pain, it has been so long since I've used my legs... but thanks to Karen, who comes everyday to exercise them for me, I've retained most of my ability to make them work but it is still difficult. Only the look on Tara's face is enough to keep me going. I can tell that I am making her happy...and that makes me happy. So it's all good, in the round-a-bout way. Except for the pain, but that can be ignored if it means Tara gets to be happy... I am beginning to realize that she is the driving force behind a lot of the things I find myself doing these days.
Spitting the pills out had become easier and easier to do although last night was more difficult than yesterday and this morning put together.
I've been on the pills for so long that I'm was sure my body has become addicted to them. And it explains why, last night I lay in bed racked in tremors and coated with a heavy sweat...but even that was better than almost not
being when you obviously are. And I've found that the longer I go without them the stronger I become... the more self-sufficient.
When alone though, I'll have to pretend that nothing has changed. There is some part of me, when with Tara, that wants to please her... to do things I know she want's me to do...
The logical plan would have been to pretend everything is normal until all the medication has out of my system and I gain full use of all my body parts...then make a break for it. But all these logical plans seem to fall right out the window when I'm with her. And it's risky to my escape, but I know there will be no pretending with Tara.
As we walk the path around the hospital, I silently wonder for the first time, what my old friends Xander and Buffy are up to. Do they think about me? Do they miss me? It has been so long since I've felt the bonds of their friendship. And even though I see them from time to time, it has always been through the medicated haze of the drugs they were pumping into me. It wasn't the same as it had been when we were all friends. I miss that, I think.
But Tara is here, and the dull ache inside my chest seems to be lessened by the touch of her hand on the back of my arm. I wan't more of the contact and silently wish that she will slip her fingers down the length of my arm to touch the palm of my hand with them. But she doesn't. In fact, I can't recall her even looking at me this whole time. I don't have long to develop a complex about this though, before I begin to pick up on something else going on in the space between us. A distinctive vibe. It's a slow rush of warmth and I feel more human than I have in so long. I can tell she's looking at me now and I want to return the gaze...I need to return the gaze, but I can't make my neck muscles react.
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I'm watching them out of the window in my office now. Is this how low I've sunk? Spying? It just isn't my style. But I can't help it. The connection between them is so strong it's nearly a solid entity. I can see it flowing off of them in brilliant waves. And it is that spark of recognition that has always been the one thing I couldn't break. Even now, in this set-up, it is no different. Maybe I should throw in the towel? Give up even? These thoughts flash through my mind but are instantly knocked out again. I am a scientist after all...I will just have to sit back and see how this plays out. For better or for worse I'll see it through. Besides...I'm not exactly down and out just yet, I still have a couple tricks up my sleeve.
TBC
Hope you all enjoy this update...our girls seem to be moving along fairly nicely....
*scampers away to write out individual replies*
xoxo
Emms
To the smut! ~ Me
Edited by: MissKittys Ball O Yarn
at: 4/16/05 1:58 pm