Within a minute of the doctor's departure, a nurse came in with a new breakfast tray and placed it on the table beside Jim. Rotating the rolling table, she placed the tray over his lap and smiled. After checking both of their medication drips and vitals, she left again.<br/><br/>Beth watched her husband the whole time. This was not the man she'd married... and yet it was. HE was the same man she'd always loved, and yet he was a new person. There was so much more to him than she'd ever known before.<br/><br/>When he looked over at her, she smiled, meeting his eyes, and knew that they were thinking the same thing. They were both fighting the urge to explore this new world they found themselves in... but now wasn't the time. She finally sighed and leaned her head back against the headrest. It was getting harder and harder to keep still. The bandages over her body were no longer necessary. The bruises, lacerations, and broken bones were all completely healed, but she couldn't let on that they were. She'd be sent to a medical lab somewhere to be tested, poked, and prodded if anyone knew. It was hasty of her to have done what she did the night before, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it.<br/><br/>She was still heavily medicated, and without the pain, the medication left her feeling loopy, giddy, and sleepy. Without realizing she'd done it, she rolled onto her side on the bed, a motion that she shouldn't have been able to do, and allowed herself to begin drifting off into the wonderful, drugged oblivion she felt pulling on her.