Cheer Up!

Luke fell asleep afterwards, and I just let him sleep, since Doctor Jin said that the painkillers and muscle relaxers would make him sleep more than usual. That, combined with the fact that Luke didn't have to go back to work until he was better, made me figure that he would be sleeping a lot in the coming days.

He slept all morning, and around lunchtime, I started making spinach casserole. The smell of it cooking woke him up, and he sat up. He stood up with a little difficulty, and started walking. He sat down at the table, looking around sleepily. I just smiled and brought him a plate of food, which he ate, still half out of it. After he was done eating, I looked at the clock. "Hmmm, it's time for you to take more medicine."

"I don't need it," he declared proudly. "I'm tough." I tried to convince him that it was for his own good, but he still refused.

About an hour later, when the dose he had received at the clinic had fully worn off, he was sheepishly asking for his pain medicine. I gave it to him, with no "I told you so," because I knew he had to be in a lot of pain from his shoulder. He took it, and then fell back asleep for most of the afternoon. That was the pattern for the rest of the day, with him only waking up to eat and to have sex. We made love two more times before the night was over.

The next day, he became restless of sleeping all day. He tried to watch TV, but we didn't really get anything but crummy little educational programs, so he quickly tired of that. "I'm borrrred..." he moaned. I had been outside tending to my crops, and had just reentered the house. His golden eyes sparkled at me. "Let's do it!"

I groaned. "Luke, we did it three times yesterday. And I have to do all the work - my thigh muscles are tired. Plus, I'm...sore. We need to give it a rest for a little while." He moped about it, then his eyes lit up.

"How about you just give me a blow job?"

I choked on my breath at this abrupt request. "Um, Luke...you haven't bathed in like, 3 days. I'm sorry, but no." I thought for a minute. "Speaking of that, how about we get you a bath?"

"Ooh, are you going to give me a sponge bath like in those porno movies about naughty nurses?" he asked, looking devilish.

"Wait, what?? No! You can take a regular bath! Those are like, for people with broken legs!"

He protested. "But, but...I can't get this arm wet, remember?" He continued to try to convince me as I went into the bathroom and filled the tub. I didn't even try to argue with him, just wordlessly started undressing him on the bed, pulling off his boxers and unbuttoning his shirt. "Aw, hell yeah! This is how the action always starts!" He thrust his hips up at me, and I laughed.

"Come on, you," I said, pulling him to his feet. I made him get in the tub. He sat there, making no motion to wash himself. "Come on, then, you have one arm that works. You can clean yourself with that," I urged him.

He bit his lip, his eyes twinkling. "But it would be more fun if you did it..."

I sighed heavily, but secretly, I tingled a little at the idea. "Well...okay..." I said, picking up the washcloth. Then I paused. "First, we need to wash your hair." He no longer had the wide gauze around his head, so I went and got a bowl from the kitchen, and then made him lean back so that I could pour warm water over his hair. Once his hair was wet, it lengthened, some of it going down as far as his mid back. I got a little bit of shampoo in my hands and lathered up his head. I giggled a little at how weird the whole thing was. I felt something rough on his scalp, and parted his sapphire locks there to see. There were stitches in his scalp! Doctor Jin hadn't said anything about those, so I figured it was okay to get them wet. Still, I tried to be careful around them.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing. I was just being careful around the stitches on your head."

"Stitches on my head?? That's so awesome! I hope I get big scars, and then I can tell people that's where a bear bit me on the head!" He hummed happily, and I just laughed.

"You don't really mean that. You don't want scars on your head. Besides, your hair, not to mention your bandanna, would cover them up anyway."

"Oh yeah." He fell silent for a while, as I rinsed the suds out of his hair. "Angela?"

"Yes, Luke?"

"Thanks for doing this for me," he said, and I looked at him in surprise. He was looking up at me with a very shy expression on his face. I felt charmed for a moment, then I glanced down in the water and saw that he was hard.

"Hmmm...this wouldn't be part of the plot of the naughty nurses movie, would it?" I accused playfully. He chuckled and blushed, and I just rolled my eyes. I picked up the washcloth and washed his face first. He sputtered and flinched at the soapy cloth in his face. Most of the cuts had healed and the bruises had faded, but he still had one bandage across the bridge of his nose. I tapped it lightly. "That looks cute on you," I said.

"Really? Well, I'll wear one there all the time, then."

I laughed, shaking my head. "You don't have to do that...it just looks cute for right now. When the cut is healed, you should take it off." I chuckled to myself as I moved on to washing his body, resoaping the washcloth and scrubbing his back. He really needed the washing, because as I had told him, it had been three days since he'd bathed, plus we had sex three times on top of that. And yes, I was aware that it was gross that I was having sex with a filthy man. But, he was irresistable!

"I'm still dirty right there," he said, pointing into his lap. He flashed his eyes up at me.

"Oh, are you? Well...nurse Angela will have to take care of that." I decided to play along with his game, reaching down and stroking him with the washcloth.

"Awesome..." he murmured under his breath. I leaned in and kissed him as I touched him. After just a few minutes, he was groaning deeply, obviously at the edge. "Angela...Angela..." he moaned, and then cried out sharply as he released. It spurted up and out of him, then landed back down in the water.

I smiled coyly at him. "Well, just more water that you've turned into Luke soup."

"Heh," he panted, looking proud of himself.

I withdrew my hand, and helped him get out of the tub. "Well, how about we go out and have lunch at the Sundae Inn?" I asked as I helped him dry himself off.

He looked at me, wrinkling up his nose. "I'd have to get dressed all the way, wouldn't I?" Ever since I had undressed him for sex about two minutes after he had returned home from the clinic, he had stayed in a shirt and boxers the whole time. I nodded at him, confirming that he had to be decent to go outside. "Well, I guess," he sighed, acting mock-resistant to the idea.

"Don't worry, I'll help you get dressed," I promised. His boxers were easy to get on, but his jeans were more difficult. I finally got them up all the way. "Whew," I panted. "Your jeans are so tight."

He looked panicked. "Does that mean I'm getting fat?"

I shook my head, smiling at him. "No...you are definitely not getting fat." I eyed his bare stomach, which was flat as ever. "You've always worn your jeans tight, Luke. Ever since I first met you."

His eyes glimmered as I picked up his shirt. "Well, well, that sounds like you were paying attention back then. Looking at my sexy body and stuff, huh?" I rolled my eyes, but nodded my head a little bashfully. "Heh...that's cool." He winced as I carefully worked his injured arm into the shirt. "Ow, you're breaking my sexy body. Don't do that!"

I just laughed. "I have to get your arm in there, Luke."

"I know..." he whimpered. Once it was on, I did up the buttons, and he sat down on the bed so that I could put his boots on.

"What...the hell?" I murmured to myself, trying to figure out how to do them. I finally realized that they were thigh high boots, and he always wore them done up to his knees, then folded over. I don't know why I had never noticed it before, but I guessed that of all the things on Luke's body, his boots were the least interesting to me. "Okay, there!" I proclaimed proudly after I had finished.

I started to help him up to his feet, but he shook his head at me. "You're forgetting something," he chimed. I just stared, but then he pointed at his head.

"Oh, right. Your bandanna. How could I forget?" I went to the top drawer of the dresser and looked down at the many bandannas there. "Okay, orange flames or blue flames?" I asked.

"Blue." I pulled out one with blue on it, and brought it over to him. I wasn't sure how to tie a bandanna, so I struggled with it for a few minutes. Luke tried to explain how to do it, but his perspective was from underneath, and I was trying to do it from above, which made it surprisingly confusing. I ended up getting it fixed in place, but it didn't look the same as always. "How do I look?" he asked.

"Good," I said, even though I was pretty sure that the bandanna was on wrong.

"Just good? Not...sexy?" His eyes twinkled at me, and he gave me a mischievous grin as he reached forward and stroked the back of his hand up my thigh. I bit my lip and rolled my eyes back in bed in pleasure, but I waggled my finger at him.

"Oh no, you don't. I am not taking all that off right after I put it on." He pouted a little, but nodded. I leaned forward and gave him a little kiss on the lips, then moved my lips to his ear. "When we get back though..." He nodded vigorously and grinned, and then I helped him to his feet.

We walked to Sundae Inn at a slower pace than we usually took when together, but I didn't want Luke to lose his balance. Once we got inside, Colleen and Yolanda flocked to him, clucking their tongues at his injured arm. They talked to him and worried over him, and I could tell that he was drinking up the attention. I just smiled quietly, unfolding my napkin in my lap.

We had ordered our food and were waiting for it to arrive when Gill strolled into the building. He caught sight of Luke and rolled his eyes, laughing heartily. "Oh, my, what happened here? Did you trip over yourself, Luke? Goddess, you are so dumb." Luke opened his mouth to respond, but I was quicker.

"He got hurt defending me from two wild bears. If you think this is bad, you should see the bears. Now, move along, move along." I shooed him away with my hand. Gill just stood in place, flapping his mouth wordlessly at me. I picked up the heavy glass salt shaker in front of me. "You know, I can throw more than just rocks..." I hinted, and he closed his mouth firmly, scooting to the other side of the inn and taking a seat there, his back turned towards us.

Luke turned to look at me slowly, impressed. "Wow, that was pretty bad ass, Angela!" He lowered his voice. "But I didn't fight any bears..."

I shrugged. "It's just Gill. Who cares what he thinks? It was fun to say." A wide smile spread across Luke's face.

"You are...so cool, Angela!" he exclaimed, leaning forward and wrapping his good arm around me for a hug. "You're cool, and you're funny, and you're sexy, and you're just the best!" I smiled and blushed, eating up the praise. He pulled back a little to look into my face. "You know, the reason why I never thought of you like in a girlfriend way was because I thought girlfriends had to be this big hassle. I didn't think a girl like you, that's all cool and stuff, and easy to be around, could also be a girlfriend. I thought that girlfriends had to be bitchy girls."

I stifled a laugh. "Well, I can more than understand the reason why!" I rolled my eyes when I thought about Selena and her haughty attitude. How in the world did the two of them get together in the first place? Wait, I didn't want to know that. All that mattered was that he was mine now.

Our food came, and Luke ate enthusiastically. After we were done, we started to walk back home. "Wait, let's go see Pops," Luke said, and I nodded. We continued up the path to Maple Lake, and then on to Ganache Mine District.

"Are you sure you're okay to walk this far?" I asked him, a little worried.

He grinned at me. "I'm cool. This is probably good for me, anyway." We approached the shop, where Bo was outside, sawing away at some boards.

"Luke!" he cried. "That arm sling thing looks awesome," he breathed. Luke smiled proudly, and then Dale stepped out of the shop. He looked happy to see his son, but then furrowed his thick eyebrows together.

"Boy...your bandanna is on all wrong."

Luke's good hand flew up to his head. "It is? Angela did it." I looked at the ground sheepishly. Busted. Dale just chuckled, stepping over and retying the bandanna on correctly. It was easy for him, because after all, he had probably tied in on Luke's head for years when he was a little kid.

"There you go," he boomed in his deep voice.

We visited for a while longer, until Luke admitted he was tired. We walked home slowly, where he immediately sprawled out on the bed and fell asleep. I smiled, then moved forward to undress him at least a little. I got his boots off, then worked on his jeans. I was tugging his body all over the bed, but he only stirred slightly. Once I had removed those, I laid down next to him and cuddled up, falling asleep.