But that was impossible, wasn't it?
"Great!" she told him, not taking her eyes off his face.
There was a few moments of silence, where both felt awkward, but pleased with their accomplishments in cementing a relationship that each hoped would last forever.
"Er, where's Dr. Cooper?" Mike asked. "Haven't seen him since first thing this morning."
"He's back at the lab, trying to find out what went wrong yesterday. He'll be along shortly. He stayed with you all night, you know."
"Oh! I'll have to thank him for that when I see him again."
"That should be VERY shortly," Jeanie said, then asked cautiously, "what is your opinion of him?"
"I think he's a great guy! He's been like a father to me, the way he cares, but don't tell him so. I'll break that news to him when I'm ready. I don't know how he'll accept that information. He seems like a pretty dedicated scientist. Maybe he wouldn't enjoy having a 'son' around."
"Don't you think he wouldn't. He's pretty lonesome, Mike. No one is supposed to be able to tell that, but I can read my boss like a book! He practically died, himself, when he saw what happened to you. He likes you, Mike. If you can, will you at least visit us? Dr. Cooper would be tickled pink if you would even if he acted ugly as a bear while you were there with him! Look, I should be going. You need your rest. How are you doing now?"
"Everybody's askin' me that this morning! I haven't felt better in years!"
"Not even a pain?"
"Not even a little twinge! I really don't understand it myself, but Dr. Horton and Dr. Cooper are going to speak to me about what happened as soon as they can. I'm sort of looking forward to it. I'm sort of confused. My head is spinning with questions! I'm just glad it isn't my stomach that's spinning, instead!"
"Ech!" Jeanie gulped, "Yeah, like poor Larry Daniken's! But that's another story. I....."
Mike looked puzzled at the mention of the blonde tech's name, but Jeanie never finished her sentence. Dr. Cooper came in, looking more frustrated than ever, his hair looking funny, since after much rubbing it was frizzy on the end of many curls, right on the top of his head! He managed a smile when he saw the two young people together, and threw his clipboard on the head of Mike's bed. It slid across the pillows, stopping just inches short of Mike's knee. He almost forgot himself and began to swear.
"God damned son of a......Oh!" he gasped, catching himself just in time. "Excuse me, Jeanie, I didn't mean to curse like that, but it's just so frustrating a day I could scream! No answers! More questions! Not a blasted clue to the whole situation. Mike, son, I'm sorry, but I just don't understand at all, what happened to you. I hope Phil...that's Dr. Horton, by the way, will be able to tell you something so you won't be so in the dark.