Chapter seven

Waiting didn’t take very long this time, only a minute until the same nurse from earlier called for Sarah.

Back to the first room they went, back to the same bed.

As soon as Sarah leaned back on the bed, another man walked in to the room, introducing himself as the doctor that had just reviewed her x-rays. He noticeably sounded British. He shook both Richie’s and Sarah’s hand before starting his explanation.

“No fractures, nothing's broken, which means you sprained it.” He walked over to the foot of the bed and took a look at Sarah’s ankle. “By the looks of it, it’s badly sprained. It’ll take a few months to heal but the pain, swelling and bruising should go sooner.” He looked up at Sarah to make sure she heard what he said. “Even though it hurts, you have to try and walk on it but plenty of rest with some ice too.”

Sarah nodded but didn’t look forward to walking on it but at least now she knew she wouldn’t damage it even more.

The doctor wrote on his notepad and tore off a piece of paper. “Here’s a prescription to painkillers, every four hours should do.” He handed the prescription to Richie.

He shook hands again and left the room.

“That’s good news.” The nurse said cheerful as he took a bandage and pulled a stool closer. “I’ll bandage your ankle and you’ll be good to go.” He sat down on the stool, ready to get started. “Can you lift your foot?”

Sarah carefully lifted her foot up in the air and the man started applying the bandage around her ankle.

When he finished, Sarah could already feel the use of the bandage.

“We usually don’t give pills but I assume you are tourists and don’t know where to get them?” He asked.

Both Sarah and Richie nodded, an easy enough lie to go with.

The nurse took the prescription and left the room.

“He’s nice.”
Surprised, Richie looked up at Sarah. “He should be, he’s a nurse.”
“I know, but he’s nice and friendly.” Sarah said.

A few minutes later the nurse returned, Sarah had already moved to the wheelchair, not wanting to try to walk just yet. The nurse handed a box of pills to Richie, on it he had written how much she should take and when.

“That’s it. Now be careful when you try to walk and remember to put your foot up and ice will help.” He reminded them.
“Thanks.” They both said and Richie wheeled Sarah back to the waiting room.

“This time?” Matt asked, they had been gone longer than before.
“All good, just badly sprained.” Richie said. “We can go.”

Back at the hotel, Richie helped Sarah out of the car, he was ready to pick her up.
“No, I have to walk.” Sarah protested.
“You sure?” He asked concerned.
“Yeah, just stay close.” She said as she carefully tried to put weight on her foot. It hurt but it wasn’t too bad.

She tried the first step and winced, carefully she tried the second step.

Slowly and carefully she made her way into the hotel. Looking at the elevator at the other end of the lobby, it looked miles away.

“That’s enough walking; you can try again in our room.” Richie could see the short five minute walk had already taken a lot out of her.

He picked her up and followed Matt to the elevator.

When they reached their floor they said goodbye to Matt and continued their own way to their room, where Richie put Sarah down again.

“Can you walk to bed?” He asked as he opened the door.
“Yeah, it’s not so bad. It hurts but not as bad as earlier.” Sarah explained.
“Because you know it’s not broken.” Richie said and followed her in to the room.
Sarah knew he was right.

Just as slow and carefully she made her way to the bed and sat down on the edge. She let Richie help put her foot back up.

From the mini-fridge he retrieved another blue ice pack and placed it on Sarah’s bandaged ankle. He got her a cup of water from the bathroom and gave her two pills from the box. On the bed next to Sarah he noticed two new pillows, glad he didn’t have to call room service anymore. He got on the bed on his side to help her out of her shorts just as carefully as they had put them on earlier.

“I need to shower; I still stink from the show.” Richie smiled apologetic.
“You don’t stink.”
“I’ll be back in a bit, go to sleep, okay?” He didn’t wait for Sarah to reply and went into the bathroom.

Sarah reached for the covers and tried to pull them up over her foot and the rest of her body but she wasn’t going to sleep just yet.

Richie returned to the room dressed in the shorts he had slept in the night before. “Thought you went to sleep?” He turned off the bathroom light and turned on the light on the night stand before turning off the light above their bed.
“No, waiting for you.”

Back on the bed, he lied on his side next to her, wrapping an arm around her, he pulled her close. “Ready for bed?” He nuzzled her neck as he asked his question.
“Definitely.” Today had been long enough and she desperately wanted sleep now.

Richie reached over to turn the light off, pulled up the sheet and wrapped his arm around her again.
“I’ve been waiting for this since this afternoon.” Sarah sighed appreciatively.
“For what?”

Sarah turned her head and reached to kiss him, Richie thought that was his answer and kissed her back. His arm pulled her closer as Sarah’s hand went to his shoulder.

When they finally broke apart again, Sarah answered his question. “To be in your arms.”



Hours later Sarah woke up to the pain in her ankle, the painkillers had worked but must have lost their effect during the night. She turned around to search for the pills on her night stand but only found a plastic cup.

She could hear Richie snore next to her, his arm still wrapped around her.

“Richie?” She whispered, careful to wake him up but he didn’t react. “Richie?” She asked again, a little louder this time.

He still didn’t react; he was sleeping like a rock.

She had to wake him up, the pain was getting worse. She didn’t mean to hurt him but nudged her elbow into his ribs.

“Auch.” He woke up in an instant.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.” She apologized immediately.
“It’s okay,” he rubbed the ribs that were hurting, “are you okay?”
“I think the painkillers stopped working, what time is it?” She needed to be sure before she could take more pills.

Richie turned to look over his shoulder. “Past 5, you’re probably right.” He sat up to reach the box of pills, handed them to Sarah and went to refill her cup of water.

“Thanks.” She said when he returned and took the pills.

Richie wasn’t done yet, he took the warm ice pack from Sarah’s ankle and placed it back in the fridge and took another one out to put back on her ankle. Thanks to room service the fridge now contained five packs.

Back in bed Richie took his position next to Sarah again. “Back to sleep?” He asked, wrapping his arm around her again, it was too early to be up already.

Sarah hadn’t moved at all while she slept, she needed to turn around to go back to sleep, she needed the change of position. She tried to move under Richie’s arm while trying to ignore the pain it was causing everywhere.

“What are you doing?”
“I can’t sleep, I need to move.” She said a little bit annoyed because she couldn’t.

Richie pulled his arm away and gave her some space.

Sarah could finally turn on to her side, making sure her ankle was far away so it wouldn’t accidentally get kicked during the night, she could finally see his face in the dark.

“Is that better?” Richie asked.
“If you could put the cold pack back, yes.”
Richie lifted up the covers and reached down to do as she asked. “How’s that?”
“Perfect.” Sarah smiled up at him.
“You are, beautiful, perfectly beautiful.” He pointed out.

Richie lied back down next to her and reached in to kiss her. His arm moved over her again but this time his hand rested on her buttocks.

Sarah reached over his shoulder, pulling him closer as she kissed him back. She could feel his hand moving up higher, under her shirt, her breathing quickened as he did.

Richie noticed and slowed down his kisses, marveling at the softness of her skin. Sarah wasn’t stopping him so he was going to find out how far she would let him go.

Even though his kisses had slowed, Sarah’s breathing was still fast but not as fast as her heart was beating. Should she stop him or let him do what she knew he wanted to do? Should she just let him do it?

His hands went higher and he could feel her skin turn velvety soft as he found the skin of her breast with his fingertips.

Sarah pulled away from his kiss as she could feel his fingers reach her breast. With a look at Richie’s eyes, she pulled him back and kissed him again.

For a second he was worried she was going to stop him already. With every inch of her skin he touched, he felt his dick grow harder, he didn’t want to stop. His fingers crept higher and he cupper her breast, slightly surprised when he felt her nipple get hard against his palm.

Sarah moaned, surprised she made the sound but what he was doing felt nice and good.

Richie groaned his appreciation of both her liking it too and how perfect she was. So perfect, he knew she’d fit in his hands perfectly. He gently squeezed, feeling all the perfectness, then rubbed his thumb over her distended nipple.

Sarah could feel he was smiling as he was still kissing her. She made him happy by letting him touch her and she actually liked it. It felt good when he did it, not unpleasant. He was caring, not forceful and rough.

“Richie.” She said quietly. She shouldn’t have thought of the bad things that had happened but she couldn’t help herself.

Without an answer or a question, he pulled his hand from under her shirt and put it back on the back of her panties.

Their kiss broke apart and Sarah looked up at him, trying to read his face but it was too dark.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered barely loud enough to hear, disappointed in herself that she couldn’t just let him do it.
Richie was sure he heard what she said. “For what? Your pace, remember?” He reminded her.
“But I know you want more.”

Richie moved his hips so he wasn’t pressing into her anymore. “I’ll wait for you.” He kissed her again, this time more softly. His hand softly stroked her thigh but he wasn’t going to push for more.

When their kiss was over they laid close together. The room was still dusky. The sun had only just started to rise, it was getting closer to 6 am but definitely not time to get up yet.

“You’re beautiful.” He pushed her dark blond hair back over her shoulder.
“Richie.” She wanted to complain, it was still weird to be told she was beautiful. She hadn’t thought of herself being beautiful in decades.
“No, I mean it.” He said, trying to convince her with another short kiss. “I… I’m glad you’re okay.”
“Me too.” Sarah sighed.