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The Bathroom
by catcrazytlk

     

Chapter Thirteen

Sheridan didn't know what she would've done without Luis over the next few weeks. He was by her side all time as impossible as it seemed. Theresa continued to work with her on her physical therapy and Luis encouraged her through it all. He was there, smiling happily when she took her first unassisted steps and that night he surprised her with a bouquet of yellow roses.

Finally, four weeks after the accident she was released from the hospital. She was thrilled and afraid at the same time. She sat on her bed, waiting for Luis to show up to take her home. Home to the cottage. She had mixed feelings about going back there, but she had spoken with a psychologist while in the hospital and he'd agreed it was a good idea to face her fears.

The only thing that gave her the strength to attempt it was the knowledge that Luis would be there with her. She knew that with him by her side she could face anything, and that knowledge was going to be tested in a big way. The next month would hold many challenges for them.

Her father's trial was about to start in a couple of days and although she knew nothing of his plans to have her killed she would likely be called to testify anyway. Sam told her that Julian had caved and fed the D.A all the Crane family secrets in return for immunity. Sheridan knew that there were going to be a lot of things that would be revealed during the trial that she didn't know about and she was worried.

Would the truth come out about that night, the night that had haunted her forever? Would it be revealed that she killed somebody, or God forbid, Luis' father? If she killed Martin Fitzgerald Luis would never forgive her, and she wouldn't blame him.

She knew that the trial could change her whole life far beyond the fact that Alistair would almost definitely be imprisoned for life. Sheridan couldn't come up with an ounce of sympathy for him... she hoped he would rot there. All her life she had given him the benefit of the doubt and made excuses for his cold-hearted behaviour. She had also blamed herself for it... wondering time and again what it was about her that made her so unlovable. No more. That part of her life was over now.

She heard the door swing open and turned to smile at her love. Luis looked so excited he reminded her of a hyperactive puppy. She grinned and said, "Calm down Luis... you're more eager than I am I think."

Luis sat beside her on the bed and gave her a long, lingering kiss. "Can I help it if I'm happy? It's your fault Angel... you make me the happiest man in the world." "And you make me the happiest woman in the world." Sheridan replied, linking her arms around his neck and resting her head on his chest. "So, are you ready to be sprung from this joint?" She looked up into his dark eyes with her clear blue ones and smiled. "Yes, I am definitely ready."

Within the hour Luis was helping her up the walk to her cottage. Her legs were improving every day but she was still a little unsteady on her feet and Luis had his arm firmly around her waist. She hesitated at the door and Luis felt the tension running through her. "It'll be ok Angel... I'm right here with you all the way."

Sheridan gave him a weak smile and stepped into the living room. She'd expected to lose it as soon as she entered the cottage, but she felt surprisingly calm. The kitchen was also fine for her, but when she entered her bedroom her purse dropped from her hand and she started to shiver as her eyes landed on the bed.

Suddenly she could feel Hanks body pressed onto hers and she could smell his breath in her face. She started breathing heavy and her eyes roamed frantically around the room... from the bed, to the wall Hank had pressed her against, to the bathroom door. Finally her eyes landed on the scarf Hank had forced into her mouth as a gag and she let out a loud sob as tears streamed down her face.

Luis' arms came around her, but she pulled away, so lost that she didn't know it was him. Her legs didn't support the quick directional change and she fell to the floor, the sudden jolt pulling her back to the present.

Luis was there on the floor beside her, looking at her fearfully, wondering if he could touch her. She answered the unspoken question by leaning into him, and wrapping her arms around his waist tightly. "Oh God, Luis. I could feel him..." Her voice cracked and Luis held her close, stroking her back soothingly. Then he picked her up and took her from the bedroom. He settled her on the couch beside him and held her until she calmed down and drifted into a restless sleep. Then he called the main house to talk to Ethan. Luis had been surprised at Ethan over the past month. Since the Crane dynasty had all but fallen apart he had really shown his true colors and Luis was impressed. Ethan wasn't really a bad guy at all... and he really loved Sheridan.

Together the two men decided what needed to be done and Ethan agreed to make the arrangements. In the meantime Luis told Ethan he was taking Sheridan to the Lopez-Fitzgerald house. He expected a fight, but Ethan thought a moment and then agreed that it was a good idea.

So when Sheridan awoke Luis told her he was taking her to his home. "Should I go Luis? The doctor thought I should come back here." "And you will Angel, just not today. Alright? I think you've had enough for one day." Sheridan wanted to argue, but the thought of going back into the bedroom changed her mind. And she didn't want to even imagine what it would be like to enter the bathroom. She nodded. "Alright Luis. Would you pack me some things?" She looked at him with pleading eyes. "I don't think I can go back in there again right now."

"Of course." He cuddled her close and pressed a kiss into her hair. She looked at him with unshed tears glistening in her eyes. "Luis?" "What?" "Why does all this happen to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?" Luis felt tears burning the back of his own eyes. The sadness in her voice practically broke his heart. "I don't know why Sheridan. But I do know it's not your fault. You deserve the best the world has to offer and once this mess is all over I plan to spend the rest of my life making sure you get it." She gave him a tremulous smile and gazed at him with love filled eyes. "I already have the best the world has to offer right here in you..." she whispered.

Luis returned the smile. "I think we're both the luckiest people in the world." Reality was, at that moment, a distant thing and they both struggled to leave it there as they held each other, savoring the feeling of being totally loved.

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