Abigail closed her eyes and took a deep breath, once again trying to quell the queasiness that had been plaguing her all morning. The heat from the stove was becoming intolerable, she gulped in another breath as she stepped back and began fanning herself with the kitchen towel. Whatever this was, she refused to let it have its way. Abigail Stanton did not get sick!
With her eyes still closed, she leaned back against the wall. It wouldn't hurt to take a small break. From somewhere in the distance she could just make out Clara's worried voice. She was asking something but for the life of her, she couldn't make out the words. And then, there was Frank's voice. Frank. She sighed inwardly as the familiar thrill ran through her at the thought of him. Strong arms encircled her. 'Oh yes!' she thought. She always liked it when his arms were around her. But why was he yelling? Her last thought before darkness descended was how nice Frank smelled and how in the world could she get him to kiss her?
Awareness invaded the darkness as something cool was placed on her forehead. She groaned and reached up to investigate.
Without opening her eyes, she smiled. "Frank," she croaked. Was that her voice? Why was it so hard to talk?
"I'm here. Can you open your eyes for me?"
He had placed his hand on her cheek as he spoke. Abigail sighed as she tried to nod, but couldn't quite seem to make her eyes open. She covered his hand with her own and nuzzled into the carress. "I like your hands, Frank." She thought she heard him chuckle.
"I'm glad. Can you open your eyes?"
She nodded but left them closed. "Where'd you get such nice hands?" He chuckled again.
"We can discuss that later. Right now I need you to look at me."
"You're here?" Why did he keep laughing? She decided it didn't really matter. He was here with her and she wanted to see him. He was such a handsome man. She wondered if he knew that.
"I'm here. Open your eyes for me."
"Okay," she breathed and smiled again.
"Frank?' Clara was here too!
"She's coming around." Who was he talking to?
"I'll go get the Doctor."
"Okay," she sighed again. Frank was rubbing her cheek with his thumb now. "That's nice."
"I'm glad you like it. Look at me, Abigail."
She suddenly needed to see his handsome face. With great effort, she concentrated on openig her eyes. It was much more difficult than usual, but she kept trying. She had always believed that she could do anything she put her mind to and by golly she was going to do this! With another great effort, she was suddenly assaulted with light. Aha! She knew she could do it! Blinking rapidly until the scene before her came into focus, she finally found the face she was looking for.
"Hi," she sighed, reaching up to touch his chin.
"It's about time you woke up. You've had us all worried." He lifted her head and brought a cup to her mouth. She drank greedily, but all too soon he was pulling the cup away. "Easy. Not too much."
She frowned. She needed more and was about to tell him so, but she was distracted by his chin again. Raising her hand she began stroking the object of her admiration. Did he realize how handsome his chin was? And the hair made it even more so. She must remember to tell him not to shave.
"You shouldn't worry, Frank."
"You've been pretty sick, Abigail. You've been out for two days."
"Frank?" She was distracted by his mouth now.
"I think you should kiss me." Yes, that is definitely what she wanted. She noticed the surprised look on his face which irritated her. "Don't look so surprised, we are courting after all!"
Frank once again chuckled and leaned forward placing his lips on her forehead. "Better?"
"No. That was not the kind of kiss I want." She heard his chuckle once again and then his lips were on hers, pressing softly. She sighed contentedly as the darkness started closing in. "I love you, Frank." Her eyes refused to cooperate again, but this time she didn't care. Smiling, she let the darkness surround her.