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A little over two hours later, the couple was woken up by a
distressed cry, and then the sound of someone being sick.
�Oh fuck,� Sands
and Jeffrey said simultaneously as Jeffrey pushed out of bed and made his way to
the bathroom while all Sands could do was watch. �Oh, vixen,� Jeffrey said quietly upon
reaching the bathroom and seeing the state Salida was in. He was forcing himself not to blame her for
not telling the truth when she said she felt fine earlier and reminding himself
that being sick wasn�t her fault. He
knelt down on the tile next to her and just watched, helpless to do anything
but try and comfort her and hold back her hair as he
had before.
Aida took more time
to leave Sands� room, pulling on her robe over her pajamas before walking down
the small hallway. She came to the
doorway of Jeffrey and Salida�s room just in time to hear Salida say in an
irritable voice, �I was fine. I was fine until about five minutes ago, and
I�ll probably be fine again.� She pushed
her husband�s arms away as he tried to arrange the pillows behind her
head. �Will you stop fussing like
that? I�m not dying.�
Aida shook her head
and moved into thom.
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Aida just turned
level eyes on him. �Do you have any
ideas on how to calm an upset stomach?�
Jeffrey opened and
closed his mouth quickly before glaring at her sullenly, knowing that she was
right. He didn�t have a fucking clue as
to what was wrong with Salida let alone how to fix it. �Fine.
I�ll just fucking sit over there.
But if you do anything to hurt
her, they won�t fucking find a body, savvy?� he
seethed, moving to sit at a chair against one of the walls.
�Don�t you dare threaten her, you bastard. She�s not
going to hurt sunrise, and if you�d just fucking calm down a little, you�d
fucking realize that,� Sands seethed back.
Jeffrey didn�t reply, but Sands could feel a cold rage and an extreme
sense of protectiveness at the back of his mind that he knew didn�t belong to
him.
Aida shook her
head, trusting Sands to keep Jeffrey under control for the moment, and turned
back to Salida, waiting for an answer to her original question.
Salida grimaced and
turned her head towards the window, but answered. �I don�t know, alright? Tess stuck to a rather unvaried diet. It�s entirely plausible that I could
have. But I do know that food poisoning
or allergies start acting up sooner than this did.�
�It could just be an intolerance, not an allergy,� Aida pointed out. �I had a brother who was lactose
intolerant. He could have milk, he�d
just be sorry afterwards.� Brushing some
hair out of her face, she asked, �Is your stomach still upset?� Salida nodded. �Ok. I
saw a basket of crackers in the eating area.
Nibble on those and see if it helps.�
�I�ll fucking get
some,� Jeffrey muttered, happy that he could at least do that. He hated feeling fucking useless.
Aida watched him
go, then turned back to the silent woman on the
bed. �Well . . . my work here is done I
suppose.� She turned to leave, but was
stopped by Salida.
�Thank you,� the
other woman said reluctantly in a gruff voice.
�It�s no big deal,�
Aida replied, knowing better than to make
it a big deal. On her way out, she ran
into the men.
�Is she going to be
alright?� Jeffrey asked with reluctance but concern, looking her straight in
the eye.
�As far as I can
tell she just has a bit of a stomach bug.
Without a thermometer I can�t be sure, but she doesn�t feel like she�s
running a temperature. I wouldn�t worry
if I were you.�
�Yeah right,� Sands
muttered under his breath, knowing that Jeffrey would worry until it was proven
beyond a shadow of a doubt that Salida would be
fine. It was what he would do. What he would do when Aida herself started
getting sick.
�Thank you,�
Jeffrey said even more reluctantly than Salida had. He was looking for any reassurance he could
get at this point. It wasn�t enough, but
it was all he had. He wasn�t sorry for
threatening her however, and would make good on it if forced. But he wouldn�t bring it up again either if
he could help it. �She�ll probably fucking kick me out, tell me I�m fucking
hovering, but I need to see her. Alone.�
Aida held up her
hands, indicating that she was innocent of anything he might be thinking her
guilty < cla class=GramE>of.
�Don�t look at me. I had my nap
interrupted and I�m planning on returning to it.�
�Fine. And you?� he addressed Sands.
�Just don�t take
too long. I know she�s sick, but she�ll
be alright,� Sands tried to reassure him a little, feeling more sympathetic
than he might have normally due to the fact that he could currently feel every
emotion running through Jeffrey�s body right now. He could feel the other man�s worry, and in
so feeling it, it became his own. He
looked at Aida. �I�ll be back soon.�
Jeffrey gave Aida
the briefest of nods and headed back into his room, crackers in hand.
Salida just watched
him come sit next to her, armed with crackers and an
unssmilsmile. �Don�t look at me like
that,� she said, rubbing her arms.
�You�re making me feel guilty for no good reason.�
�How do you want me
to fucking look at you then?� he asked with a sigh, handing her the crackers.
�Like you�re not
expecting me to castrate you if you open your mouth.� Salida took the offered crackers, opening the
package and taking a small bite. She
chewed slowly and carefully before swallowing reluctantly. She let that bite settle before attempting
another.
�You�re not,
right?� he asked softly with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood a
little.
�No,� she said,
sticking out her tongue. �I am, however,
going to take a shower if these don�t disagree with me. I�m starting to feel grimy.�
He laughed a little
at her actions before nodding. �Ok. And you�ll be alright
on your own for a little while? Before
you respond to that, remember what you said about not fucking castrating your
husband. I just . . . worry, ok?� he
said with a sigh. �I don�t like fucking
seeing you this way.�
�And I d lik like
being this way. But I think I�ll be alright. I certainly
hope so. There�s a lot of stuff to get
done today.�
�Maybe I should just
call the fucking movers and reschedule for tomorrow? I can be very persuasive when I want to be,
vixen,� he said with a slight smile.
�I don�t know,� she
stalled. �I really want to move out of
his hotel. And it�s not as if I�d be
doing any more than standing around telling them where to put things.�
Jeffrey sighed,
rubbing a hand across his face. �You�re
really fucking stubborn sometimes, do you realize that? Fine.
But no more than that. Even I
fucking know that exerting yourself while sick only makes it fucking worse so
that�s all you�ll be doing today. Either
Sands and I will do the fucking shopping � who knows maybe even kitty�ll help too, since she�ll be fucking living there as
well � or it can wait until tomorrow.�
�Okay,� Salida
conceded, knowing when to stop asking for more.
If she wasn�t careful, Jeffrey would banish her to the bed altogether.
�Good. Now you eat your crackers and take your
shower. I�m giving Sands a bit more time
with kitty, so that�s where I�ll fucking be.
Wake me up before you leave.�
She nodded, leaning
over to kiss his cheek. When he pressed
for more, she turned her face away.
�Don�t. You wouldn�t find it at all pleasant.�
Jeffrey sighed, but
nodded. �Feel better. See you in a little while.� He kissed her on the forehead and walked back
to Sands� room.

******************************

�Good afternoon, Aida.
How are you feeling today?�
�Hello,
Charlene.� Aida squeezed Sands� hand reassuringly. He�d been tense since entering the doctor�s
office with her, but he�d refused to stay behind. �I suppose I�m doing good. I�m starting to think that the Advil people
should be paying me to advertise their product, but other than that I can�t complain.�
�Who�s your
friend?� the receptionist asked as Aida signed herself in.
�This? This is Sands.�really didn�t like hospitals.
�You can help me
stay warm,� she murmured, walking over to him.
�AC and hospital gowns don�t mix well.�
The room held a stool, a chair, and the examination table. She didn�t think the table was a good place
to seat him, so she pushed him into the chair, settling herself on his
lap. She kissed his temple and smoothed
some of his hair back. �It�s alright,�
she breathed to him. �We�ll be in and
out in less than an hour. I
promise. And then we�ll go grab that
piece of key lime pie. How does that
sound?�
�Sounds like a good
idea to me,� he said softly, giving her a small smile and wrapping his arms
around her and holding her tight as much for her warmth as his peace of mind.
The nurse came
back, interrupting them. Sands stiffened
when he saw the case she was carrying, so Aida refused to up. �Sh-� Aida broke off as her throat clenched
on her. Coughing, she turned away from
her fianc�.
�Don�t,� he
whispered, still not looking at her, the battle still raging within his mind.
�Don�t what?� she
asked in a hoarse voice. �I�m loosing
you and it hurts. Just because my doctor
chose a hell of a time to be a pessimist doesn�t mean anything. I�m not going to let this fucking thing kill
me. Don�t you dare let it kill me for you.�
Sands didn�t answer
at first, trying to get a handle on himself.
�I can�t � just give me a fucking minute, please,� he practically begged her.
His grasp on his sanity was very slippery at the moment, and he needed
time egaiegain himself or all would be lost.
�Fine,� she
whispered, moving to the other end of the bench. Aida put her feet up on it and hugged her
knees to her chest, resting her chin on them.
She�d wait. She was good at waiting. A tear slipped from her face, quickly
followed by another. She bit them
back. She would not cry on the street. She
would not add to whatever Sands was
feeling . . . because it was about him.
It didn�t matter that she was
feeling lost. She�d dealt with that
before. It could wait.
Once Sands finally
felt like he wasn�t going to rip the world to shreds any longer � like everything was once again status quo � he looked up at
her, missing her closeness. He needed to
hold her, now. He needed to reassure himself that at least
one thing in this fucked up world was still normal; still there. She was his anchor, and he needed that now
more than ever. He moved over to her and
wrapped his arms around her folded body and buried his head in her hair and her
neck, shutting his eyes tightly and concentrating on the warmth of her touch,
the smell and feel of her body. The
beating of her heart.
Aida felt his arms
wrap around her tightly, and she couldn�t help it. She couldn�t help crying. If this . . . if this was going to be the
next months . . . �Don�t,� she
whispered. �Don�t make me do this,
because I can�t. I love you so much, but
I can�t.�
�I�m sorry,� he
whispered into her hair. He wasn�t
trying to put all this added burden on her, he really
wasn�t. He was a selfish man by nature,
and it wasn�t something he could easily turn off. If at all.
an> �I know you are . . . but if I�m worrying
about supporting you through these months . . . I�d willingly spend my strength
on you. And if you�re going to react
like this every time . . . every time. . .� the lump in her throat was getting
larger and larger. Giving up, she curled
even tighter around herself.
�I�m sorry, I�m
sorry, I�m sorry,� he repeated over and over again, holding her even more
tightly than before. �It wasn�t just the
news though, a pessimistic part of me half expected that to fucking
happen. It was more . . . that and that
fucking place. I just wanted to fucking
get out of there. �I�ll get you another one soon,� he whispered
to her. �I�m ready. Are you ready, spitfire?�
�I wouldn�t be here
if I wasn�t,� she reminded him. She
smiled, feeling excitement building in her.
�Let�s start,� she told the judge, her head held high, her spine
straight.
Judge Spielman cleared his throat and began after gesturing for
Aida and Sands to stand in front of him.
�We are gathered here today in the presence of God and these witnesses,
to join together Aida Nicole Grant and Sheldon Jeffrey Sands in wedded
matrimony. Which is an honorable estate
and therefore not to be taken lightly.
If there are any who can show just cause as to why these two should not
be wed, let him speak now or forever hold his peace.�
As the judge gave
the required pause, Sands held his breath, fearing somehow that Jeffrey would
wake up and ruin everything. When he
didn�t, Sands was both somewhat surprised and utterly relieved. He looked up just in time to see the judge
speaking to him.
�Sheldon Jeffrey
Sands,� Sands just barely held back a wince at the name. �Do you take Aida Nicole Grant to be your
lawful wedded wife? Will you love,
honor, comfort and cherish her, from this day forward, forsaking all others,
keeping only unto her for as long as you both shall live?�
�I do,� Sands said
softly but confidently, looking down at Aida with an intense stare, conveying
both his love and affection for her. He
would never leave her. No matter
what.
Judge Spielman smiled and turned to Aida. �And do you take Sheldon Jeffrey Sands to be
your lawful wedded husband? Will you
love, honor, comfort and cherish him, from this day forward, forsaking all
others, keeping only onto him for as long as you both shall live?�
�As if I could
avoid it,� she muttered, for Sands� ears only.
Clearing her throat, she said in a louder voice, �I do.�
�Then by power
vested in me by the great state of Louisiana,
I now pronounce you husband and wife.
You may kiss the bride. But no
tongue,� the judge said with a deep belly laugh. This was one of the best parts of the job. He only hoped the young couple�s happiness
lasted.
Sands deepened the
kiss he had been giving Aida on principle.
Aida pulled away
some seconds later, a dreamy, utterly content look in her eye. �My husband,� she whispered, running gentle
fingers over his face.
�And don�t you
forget it. My wife,� he responded,
giving her a full smile.
Judge Spielman didn�t want to interrupt, but it had been his
experience that the sooner they finished up the rest
of the marriage process, the better for the sanctity of his office. With that horrid thought in mind, he cleared
his throat and addressed the newlyweds.
�Mr. and Mrs. Sands, if you could just sign a few things you�ll be free
to enjoy the rest of your lives together without an old fuddy
duddy like me in your hair.�
The newly wedded
couple looked at each other one last time before once again approaching the
desk. They signed the necessary papers,
and in a manner of minutes, were sprung from the office into the damp heat of
the bright, New Orleans summer day.
�Now what, Mrs.
Sands?� Sands asked with a smirk, bringing her hand up to his lips to kiss her
fingertips as he squinted in the bright sun.
He needed some fucking sunglasses.
�You,� she said,
poking him in the chest with the hand he held.
�You need a ring. I�m not going
to let you wander around with other women watching you, thinking you�re
unattached.�
�Oh really?� Sands
drawled with a playful smirk.
�Really, although .
. .� Aida trailed off as she looked at Sands� left hand. She was smart enough to know that covering
the ring tattoo there d bed be a Bad idea, capital �B� and all.
Sands followed her
gaze and wiggled the finger with the tattoo on it. He was somewhat glad he hadn�t been around to
get it. Tattoos on your fingers hurt
like a bitch. �Ahh. I understand.
I�ll just wear it on my right hand.
Problem solved,� he said with a smile and a shrug. �Now, where you suggest you get this ring of
mine? We could go back to the place
where I got yours . . . or, we could go somewhere else if you�ve
got a place in mind. You being
the native and all.�
She shook her
head. �Are you trying to tease? I�ve never bought a piece of jewelry that
cost more than five dollars in my life.�
/spa/span>�No, I�m not trying
to tease. To Braudelaire�s
it is then,� Sands said with a smile.
�Couldn�t have other women thinking I�m . . . unattached.�
Aida glared.
�Unless you want to see your sickly wife fighting in the streets like a
trollop with any woman who shows interest in you, I suggest you not take me
lightly.�
Sands raised his
eyebrows at that, and did the only thing a man could do when confronted with
his wife in a situation like this. He
called a cab and got the driver to take them to the store as quickly as
possible.

******************************

clasclass=MsoNormal>Aida once again stuck close to Sands as they entered the
small jewelry shop. She�d never dared
enter such a place, knowing that anything inside would be much more than she�d
be able to afford. Now that she was
married, she could blow what was left in her savings account and buy something
for her husband.
�Ah, Mr. Sands, how
delightful to see you again,� Jules commented cheerfully before letting out a
slight gasp. �This isn�t the woman you
bought the � yes it is! Sands shook his
head slightly as he felt and understood what she was doing, but didn�t
comment. Sooner or later you-know-who�ll fucking show
up, and I�d rather we � or at least you � were dressed when that happened. And I can�t say I�m looking forward to what
comes next.�

******************************

Aida and Sands managed to reach the elevator and were
halfway up to the quartet�s room when Jeffrey finally stirred.
The first thing
Jeffrey did was look at the watch on his wrist before exploding. �Where the fuck have you two been?! I fucking told you vixen was sick! She�s been fucking up there alone for hours
now!� He began to pace the confined
space of the wall like an encaged panther, willing the elevator to hurry the
fuck up. �Fuck you both,� he hissed, his
eyes blazing. His eyes then focused on
Aida. �And what the fuck are you fucking
cheerful about, kitty? Did you get some
good news at the doctors?� he asked caustically, wanting to lash out at someone
in frustration, and Aida simply falling into his line of fire.
Aida crossed her
arms and looked at him, well aware that she was hiding her ring. Not
that it�ll matter if he notices Sands�' finger . . . although I doubt he will
in this state. �Did someone wake up
a bastard?� she shot back.
Jeffrey was
centimeters from backhanding Aida hard across the face when his hand was
stopped by Sands�. �Touch her and I�ll
make you regret it,� Sands seethed. �And
you know I�m telling you the truth, so drop it.�
Jeffrey was at a
dilemma. On the one hand, he�d rather
fucking die than do what Sands said, but on the other he believed him. So with a rage-filled yell he wrenched his
hand away from Sands� and punched the elevator waightight beside Aida�s head
hard enough to break at least one of the bones in his hand, leaving a bloodied
dent against the wall. In retrospect, it
hadn�t been the best idea, his hand hurt like a mother fucker, but it had been
almost worth it to see the loo Aid Aida�s face.
The elevator doors opened and with one last looked her he stalked out,
making no movement to show that his hand even bothered him, let alone needed
medical attention.
Aida stayed in the
elevator until the doors started to close.
Moving suddenly, she got out of the elevator and caught up with Jeffrey
and her husband. She didn�t say
anything, and Jeffrey didn�t acknowledge her presence. Sands glanced at her once, but didn�t do
anything beyond that.
Together they
approached their room, and Aida waited as the men unlocked the door. Jeffrey tried to slam the door in her face,
but Sands managed to stop him. Aida
simply sighed and once again followed, waiting for the inevitable talk to
begin.
Not that it started
immediately. Jeffrey was distracted by
pain and the sight of his wife on the couch.
Salida was half-sitting in a fetal position, one arm curled around the
arm of the couch, the other around her waist.
On the table next to her there sat a half empty bottle of ginger ale and
an open box of Triscuts.
Jeffrey rushed
immediately to her side, unaware of the blood dripping down his fingertips and
onto the couch as he focused on his wife.
�Vixen?� he called out softly, a worried frown creasing his features.
�Fuck you,� she
muttered, her eyes screwing shut. �I�m
sleeping.�
Jeffrey winced at
her harsh tone, but continued on anyway, �I�m sorry, vixen. Is there anything I can do for you?� he
asked, completely forgetting about Aida standing behind him.
Salida shook her
head. �No. But remind me to take your advice next
time. That was a stupid fucking idea.�
Jeffrey
sighed. �I will. Did you at least get everything moved in?� he
gestured with his hand in question without thinking and gasped in pain. �Oh fu he he said, the room spinning
slightly.
Salida�s eyes
popped open at that. She�d rarely heard
pain in Jeffrey�s voice, and she didn�t like that she was hearing it now. �What�s wrong?�
�Nothing. It�s nothing.
I�m fine,� he said through gritted teeth, lowering his hand from her
view slowly as he tried not to cry out.
She had enough problems right now without dealing with his stupid
fuckups.
Salida shook her
head. �If I don�t get to lie, you don�t
either. Let me see.� Unfortunately, Salida hadn�t anticipated her
reaction to Jeffrey�s injury. The moment
she saw blood, she jumped up off the couch and ran for the bathroom. She made it to the sink just in time to avoid
making a large mess.
�Fuck,� Jeffrey
muttered before getting up and following her.
If she was going to take a look at his fucking hand, and react like that
every time she saw it, then it would probably be best to be in the bathroom.
Aida watched him
leave, taking a seat on one of the chairs, waiting for one of the two to notice
the ring on Sands� finger.
Salida was rinsing
her mouth when Jeffrey came in. �Sorry,�
she mumbled, before taking another sip of lukewarm water.
�Not your fault,�
Jeffrey assured her. �Do you still want
to fucking see it?� he asked with a wince and a shiver, leaning against the
doorframe as the world was still slightly shifty from the pain. He could feel himself getting a little cold,
and knew that wasn�t a good sign.
�I�d better,� she
whispered, swallowing hard. But if that
brief glimpse she�d caught was any indication, she wasn�t going to be able to
do much. �Come over here where the light
is brighter.�
Jeffrey did as she
asked, and held out his hand for her to see slowly in the brighter light, not
noticing as the ring on his other hand reflected it brightly.
�Not good,� she
winced, examining his hand. �You�ve
broken several bones and I don�t think I could set them right without an
x-ray.� She looked up into his face,
noting the grey case his skin was taking.
�Sit,� she said suddenly, pushing him against the counter. �Don�t pass out on me now, lover.�
�I�ll do my best to
fucking not to,� Jeffrey said with a weak smile, sitting down. �But no fucking promises. Ouch.
That wasn�t the fucking brightest thing I could have done,� he muttered
with another shiver.
�What did you do?�
Salida asked slowly. She couldn�t do
anything for her husband, but she doubted she�d get him to a hospital
either. Stepping out of the room for a
moment, she asked Aida to call the paramedics.
She waited until the other woman picked up the phone before returning to
Jeffrey. �I�m still waiting for an
answer, lover.�
�I fucking got
pissed and punched a wall of the elevator. You can see the bloodied dent I left if you
like. Kind of like a memento,� he
muttered slowly, not looking up at her.
�He wanted to
fucking hit spitfire, but I wouldn�t let him so he took it out on the wall
instead,� Sands ventured with a wince of his own. �Jeffrey, you inconsiderate bastard, that
fucking hurts!�
�Don�t,� Jeffrey
said softly. �I can�t fucking deal with
the room acting like I�m on a fucking Tilt-o-Whirl and you fucking arguing with
me at the same time so please shut the fuck up and leave me to my pain.�
Salida shook her
head. �Give me a moment.� Kneeling down, she pulled her medical case
from underneath the sink. Sorting
through it, she pulled out a vial and a syringe. �Here we go.� She loaded the needle and approached the
men, but they shied away. �Ok, which one
of you did that?� The three of you. Whatever,� she mumbled as she walked to the
bathroom and back. Sitting back down on
the bed with a sigh of relief, she resisted the urge to vengefully plunge the
needle into them. Instead she gave
Jeffrey the shot in his upper arm, throwing the syringe away in a nearby
wastebasket as she collapsed on the bed.
�Spill. One of you fucking spill what happened today
before I fall asleep,� she muttered.
�We got married at
the local courthouse. I had already bought
the fucking ring. It just seemed like a
good a time as any to actually go through with it,� Sands muttered from the
bed, lifting his head up a little to look at Aida.
�Wait, when did you
buy the fucking ring?� Jeffrey asked with frown, flopping his head back down on
the bed.
�While you were
shopping for sunrise,� Sands responded.
Salida rubbed her
eyes. �Fine. Does this change anything?�
�What do you mean?�
Sands asked slowly, feeling the painkillers beginning to take effect.
�I mean, does this
change anything. Am I going to have to
fight for custody or something?�
�No. I don�t � I don�t think so,� Sands said,
looking at Aida.
Aida shrugged. �It�s not like I�m going to be flitting about
the country or something.�
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