Chapter 38

"Good Morning Mr. Bon Jovi." the attending doctor says as he bursts into Jon's room and flips on the light.
 "Are you ready to go......" he rounds the curtain and sees Jon and Olivia sleeping, surrounded by oodles of empty dishes and candy wrappers.  "Are you ready to go home?"  He doesn't even  wait for them to wake up all the way.

Olivia doesn't give Jon the chance to chew the doctors ass, she is probably more pissed than Jon is that they were so rudely awoken.  "Seriously?  You come in here like that at this hour and ask an exhausted man if he's ready to go home?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, I figured that Jon would want to get out of here as soon as humanly possible." the doctor defends himself, inching his way closer to get a look at Jon.

On his back, with his arm bent over his eyes, Jon says with very little lip movement, "Go away.  We will find you when we are ready to be discharged."

"Mr. Bon Jovi." the man in the white coat whines a little, "Would you like to be released?"

"Doctor."  Olivia barks, "Leave him be."

"I need to do my rounds and he is on them.  I do believe that I'm the only one in the room that can make that medical determination, and I want to be sure that he is well enough to be released."

"He's good." she responds as quick as her lips will move.  "Now please leave the room."

"Ma'am.  I'm his doctor and I need to examine him, so I can determine if he's well enough to go home."

"Doctor, doctor - he's well enough to be relaease."

"How can you be so sure, are you his private doctor?" he asks her with attitude and a smirk on her face.  The doctor is not a fan of morning rounds.  Patients are always sleeping and if there isn't an angry spouse pulling guard duty, there's an angry parent that doesn't like their loved one woken for a cold and usually unnecessary examination.  

Jon sits up in his bed, throwing a pillow on the floor.  "Damn it, she said to leave and if you must know, she is my private doctor and when she says I can go home, then I will go home.  Now get the hell out of here before I let her have your ass for breakfast."

"Jon...." Olivia interjects, with a laugh in her voice."

"Screw that, you've told him more than once.  Doctor, PLEASE LEAVE!"  Jon points toward the door, with an anger in his posture that Liv hasn't seen in a very long time.  

The attending just as he's told, but not before he makes a note in the rock star's chart  HOSTILE and UNCOOPERATIVE.  Clicking his pen on the clip board, "Best of luck to you, sir."  And he's a ghost.  He left as fast as he cam in, telling anyone that is listening, "I will never care for that asshole."

Jon and Olivia hear what he says and Jon just laughs, "Doesn't he know we just went to bed?"

"I'm guessing that he doesn't." Olivia answers him, leaning over to him and kisses his nose, "How do you feel babe?"

"I'm a little tired. How are you feeling?" he asks her, reaching for her to pull her to him, "Climb in here with me, let's go back to sleep."

"It won't be too long and breakfast will be here.  Are you sure you feel okay?"

"I'm good babe, come on, let's go back to sleep?" he pouts to her, curled lower lip and all.  "I just want a little nap."

Olivia lays down with him, he spoons her and holds her tight.  She lets herself relax and melt into him, "Why don't we get out of here and crash back at the room.  You would be more comfortable there."

"Maybe." he whispers in her ear, "I don't want to get up."

They lay there long enough for Jon to fall back asleep.  Olivia lays there as long as she can, so that he stays asleep and gets some rest.  When her bladder was full to capacity, she has to slide out of bed and do it without waking the grumpy rock star.  

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They spent the better part of the morning doing what they needed to do to get Jon released.  He was released with the say so of the doctor, but Olivia had to agree to keep him calm and resting for a couple more days.  She agreed and she knew that it was going to be a difficult task, but with her heart in the right place, she assures herself that she'll be able to do it.

She calls a car and they, under heavy disguise, make their way to the hotel in Seattle.  The band has been there, waiting.  Waiting for Jon to get better, so they can continue on with the tour that has been a mess for them to reschedule without Jon.  Olivia wouldn't let Jon be involved with the rescheduling, as she promised him that she would take care of him, no matter what.  And that's a promise that she intends to keep.

"Are you going to stay up for a while or are you going to go lay down?" she asks Jon as she places his back on the table in the foyer.  "One or the other, couch or bed."  Olivia tries to sound stern in her doctor voice.

He kicks off his boots and answers over his shoulder to her, "I'd like to see the guys and call the kids, doctor gonna be Bongiovi, is that okay?" he tries to be funny, but she isn't falling for it.

"I'd prefer that you call the kids and see the guys tomorrow."

"Well, I'd rather call the kids and see the guys today and do nothing tomorrow."

"You are doing nothing tomorrow, silly.  Dr. Olivia is on the job."

"You know what I mean."  he sits down on the couch and kicks his feet up on the table, "Are the guys still here?"

"I think so."

He sits up and grabs the land line that's on the end table next to the couch.  Olivia can hear him punching the keys as she takes care of his bag and boots.  "This is Jon Bon Jovi in the penthouse sweet, is my band still here?" he silently waits.  "Okay, can you connect me to his room, please."  He silently waits again, as he listens to the phone ring into Richie's room.  "Hey!"  Jon says when Richie answers.  Olivia can only hear Jon's side of the conversation, and his responses tell her exactly what Richie is saying.  "I am here in the hotel.  Where did Tico and Dave go?  The front desk said that they checked out."  A few seconds later, she hears Jon say, "Okay.  We're here." and then she head the phone be cradled back on it's receiver."

"What is Richie doing?" Olivia asks from the bedroom.  "Did I hear you say that Dave and Tico are gone?"

"He's coming up in a few minutes.  Dave and T flew home for this time off."

"Why is Richie coming up?  You're on bed/couch rest Jon Francis."

"Liv."

"Don't Liv me, Jon.  Call the kids." she tells her patient that doesn't like to comply with doctor's orders.

"Okay, okay." he replies, dialing the phone, making the call to his children that he's sure they are waiting for.  "Hi Dot, can I talk with the kids....."  Olivia heard all that she needed to.  She was happy that he was talking to the kids and that he was resting, so she did something that she needed to do for herself.  She jumped into a hot shower and let the 10 jets in the shower cascade over her body and wash her stress away.

When she was finished, she slid on the fluffy white complimentary bathrobe and went out to check on Jon.  She smiled when she seen him snoring on the couch, with a peaceful look on his face.  As she stood there, watching the man of her dreams sleep from exhaustion, she was startled by the knock at the door.  Quickly she scurried over to answer it, before the knock got louder.  She knew that it was Richie.

She slowly opened the door with a finger to her lips, to tell him sssshhhhh.  When she seen him, dressed in a bathrobe of his own, she couldn't help but laugh.  "I'm glad you got dressed up to come visit."

Richie works his way passed her and asks, "Where is the sick boy?"

"He's sleeping.  Don't wake him."

"Sleeping?  He just got out of the hospital where he did nothing but rest.  He has work to do."

Olivia is instantly pissed, "Richie he's not working for a couple of more days."

"Liv, we have dates to reschedule."

"I don't care." she says as he walks away, "Richie, don't go in there.  He's sleeping."

"Relax!" Richie snaps at her, "I'm only fucking with you, Olivia."

"Richie, he's exhausted.  Can't you see that?  Were you on the same stage that he was."

"Olivia, we've been doing this for years.  All he needs is a couple of shots and he'll be fine.  You're a doctor, order them up so we can get this damn tour over."

"I will do no such thing, and you shouldn't want me to do that." she walks toward him and stops in his personal space, "He needs rest.  Just a couple more days.  You can wait a couple more days."

"Do you have any idea how much money we're losing by this little sick spell?"

"How much will you lose if he gets really sick and can't finish the tour at all?"

Richie doesn't like that his snarky attitude is being met by a snarky attitude, he doesn't like that the good doctor is holding up the tour, "If he's out of the hospital he can hit the road."

"You're an ass!" she snaps at him, "Such an ass."

"And you're the reason that he's sick."