Time Heals all Wounds

 

“Alicia? Where are you baby? When are you coming home?” Bedell mumbles in his sleep, waking Enve. Her head slowly rolls left gazing over at Derek with sleepy eyes, “Where are we Derek? I need to use the head. And who’s Alicia?” Derek glances over at his girlfriend, his eyes soft and kind. “We are just about home babe? 15 mins tops. Are you good for that long? I think Alicia is Bedell’s girlfriend. He’s been mumbling about her the last 30 mins.”   “Yeah I’ll be good for another 30 mins probably. If he’s talking in his sleep it may be the drugs wearing off. I want to try and cut him back a bit once he eats.” “How long til he’s 100%? We need him to help protect John.” “A few days as long as he gets some rest and doesn’t tear the sutures open.” “You are amazing you know that Enve? Nothing seems to phase you.” Derek grinned wide, knowing she was watching. Enve could only think to herself; ‘You and our son are my weaknesses Derek Reese.’

Her soft western drawl lights up the inside of the truck "I'm a combat medic Derek. I've survived war; the desert, the war with metal. Why would anything phase me?"

Derek chuckles to himself as he turns into the driveway of a sprawling ocean side home.

Enve immediately searches the terrain in her view, apprehension vivid in her eyes. "Babe, it's ok. It's safe for now. Come on." Derek takes Enve by the hand urging her along. John sides up to Enve's door offering to help her out. She brushes him off with a smile, getting out to open the passenger door. Enve helps a groggy Bedell out, shouldering his weight. John slides under Bedell's other shoulder quickly; it didn't take a genius to see the cammies she wore taunt across her belly. Two and two made four without much trouble.

Enve slowly dropped Bedell into a sofa with a soft groan. Derek followed with two sea bags, another pair sat out on the front porch. Derek cocks his head to Enve; a silent cue to follow him. She follows him upstairs, as he drops one seabag inside a small room with a full size bed, shutting the door with a click. Enve follows him to the last door on the left of the long hallway. Derek drops Enve's sea bag at the foot of the bed.

Enve sits down on the bed silently unlacing her duty boots. The look on Derek's face is pure concern;its evident that she's exhausted.