The Last thing I remember was my name being called frantically and then all black. I didn't want to open my eyes, they felt so heavy and almost bruised and the feeling in most of my body was like it was broken and battered. I forced one eye open and was relieved to see the loving heart shaped face of my sister, worried beside me.

"Quinnie? Oh god we were so worried!" she said and gently bent down to hug me. I still felt a tug around my chest and let out a noise that was half a groan and half a wince.

"Oh, did I hurt you?"

"Just a little, but it's worth it to get a hug from you." I said with a smile.

"It's good to see that your sense of humour isn't broken." She said, smirking. I loved my sister's smirk and her quirks. It was part of the reason why she was my best friend.

We were born only 10 months apart so imagine my mother's surprise at going for a check-up and learning that she was expecting another child before she could even adjust to the first. Admittedly, I wasn't upset at being a 'surprise' baby because my parents adored both of us very much, although they were a bit suffocating at times.

"No, I think it would take a hell of a lot more than a fall down a set of stairs to do that."

I couldn't believe how clumsy I had been. I normally wasn't. It was usually something that the other Matthews girl was guilty of, not me. I was just happy I wasn't carrying my nephew at the time.

"The doctor said you were lucky it was only a few steps. If you had fallen from the top you might have broken your neck or back."

"You worry too much Sammie." I said with a shrug and I regretted immediately after. There was that tug in my chest again. "So what's the damage?"

"Two broken ribs and lots of bruises." Another voice said and I recognized the voice of my future brother in law and looked in his direction.

Rock Jones looked almost as worried and dishevelled as my sister did. Who would have thought that he would be just as upset as she was? He must love me or something.

"Well that would explain the tugging."

"I told you wearing heals down carpeted stairs was dangerous." Rock said, taking a seat beside my sister. Well I guess since I owned the place I could probably do some renos, including removing the old carpeting that had never been an issue to me before now.

"Yeah, yeah." I waved him off. I wasn't about to argue with the man. He knew feet and footwear since he was a podiatrist. I looked around and noticed that my nephew's stroller wasn't in the room with them.

"Where's Noah?"

"Lana's watching him. She's worried too. We all were."

"Well did the doctor say that I was going to live?"

"Of course." Rock said with his lazy half smile and I understood why that made my sister swoon.

It was hard to believe that a year ago, my sister was alone and now she was engaged to such a hunk. I was happy for her; don't get me wrong but I was so incredibly jealous. My last relationship was a total bust that cost me my job… well maybe not totally. I was suspended until my company was done with the client I had an affair with but it seemed that he continued to pick up ideas from our firm and his contract was continuously renewed. My severance was going to run out soon so finding another job was inevitable but I was thinking of staying in the area because I wasn't going to miss out on my nephew's life. I was his only blood aunt after all. That and owning the house and all. I couldn't bare closing it up. I was thinking that maybe my Europe days were over and it was time to find a fellow fashion lover in town.

Rock wasn't my nephew's real dad… yet. He really wanted to adopt him but my sister was having a hard time with Noah's real father, who had seen him once in the 4 months since he had been born. Rock was dying to be a father and the bastard who impregnated my sister was not so I didn't see what the issue was. If he gave up his rights he wouldn't have to worry about paying support and he could go on with his life. Rock had 5 older sisters who adored Noah as if he were their own blood. Come to think of it, they adored Sam as well.

"I'm going to be fine." I took my sister's hand.

The door to my room opened and I tried not to let my chin drop at the gorgeous specimen of a man that entered. Dark hair and eyes and olive skin. What I assumed was a great body underneath the green scrubs. He looked at me and gave me a dashing smile and I felt my heart skip a beat. Rock and Sam both looked over as well.

"Hello, Miss Matthews. My name is Dante D'Angelo. I'm the nurse on duty today. I'm just going to take your blood pressure and change your dressing." He smiled again and I was smitten. I hated that I was a sucker for European men.

Rock started to chuckle silently and if I had the reach I would have smacked him.

"You don't see too many male nurses these days." I said, trying to make conversation.

"Actually, we're more common than we used to be." His tone was friendly but I could sense that he was trying to stay causal… hmmm could it be that he was attracted to me too? Not meaning to brag but I found myself to be quite pretty and I got many the compliment on my hair and complexion. God bless my father's Irish heritage for my creamy ivory skin and strawberry blonde hair. Most red heads hated their hair, I didn't. I think I only ever dyed it once and it was in my rebellious teenage years when Sam and I both experimented with multi-tonal hair where I was purple and she was blue.

"So how's it look?" I asked when he took the cuff off my arm.

"Normal. Nothing to worry about." I took a glance at Sam and she looked a little more relieved.

"If your family wouldn't mind stepping out for a few minutes while I change your bandage."

I started to wonder at the point, since I didn't know the full extent of my injuries, what I needed bandages for? If my broken ribs were not severe than I shouldn't need any bandages… at least that's what I thought.

The handsome nurse lifted my dressing gown and I felt a bit of a blush that the underside of my breast was exposed. I really hoped that they hadn't cut my bra off…. It was expensive. And there, I noticed the large cotton bandage on my side.

"What exactly happened?" I asked, wondering now.

"Well you have two broken ribs, some facial abrasions and a couple stitches on your side here, not to mention some bruises all over. Your lucky that you didn't fall forward… you could have broken your neck."

"Umm, what did I get stitches from." I asked, dreading the answer.

He smirked. "One of your shoes came off and got caught between your side and the wall. It cut you deep enough to just need two or three stitches. These can come out in a week and you won't have a very big scar, but it was the force of it being shoved that caused the rib beside it to fracture. The other rib fractured, I assume when you actually landed. But they weren't full breaks so they should heal in a few weeks. It'll hurt to breathe for a while but you should recover okay. The Doctor will be in soon to tell you about care of your injury. "

"So I get to go home today?"

"Oh yeah. Nothing serious enough to keep you here overnight. We just wanted to admit you to make sure you didn't have a concussion and it doesn't appear that you do."

Well that was good to know. Who knew that shoes could be such a danger? Note to self, no more high heals on carpeted stairs. Score one for Rock.

"How are the shoes?" I asked and that got nurse Dante to actually laugh.

"Is that all you can think of?"

I was mixed on this. Of course I was worried about the shoes. They were Jimmy Choo's! But on the other hand, didn't I just sound like some bimbo that only cared about fashion. Fashion was my life, and contrary to popular belief I was not an air head. I had assisted so many famous designers through my firm that I had high hopes of being a head designer for a big company but sleeping with the clients wasn't exactly earning me any points.

"They were expensive." I replied.

"Unfortunately the shoes didn't make it." He was done changing my bandage and checking my heart rate. He wrote something down on my chart.

"Damn." I swore.

Nurse Dante smiled again. "I'm sure you can replace them."

"Not likely. They're vintage but well if I wasn't alive then I wouldn't enjoy them anyway."

He nodded. "Well be safer next time." He nodded and left the room and I was sad to see him go but loved the sight of him leaving. Ummm, what I wouldn't give to see that butt in a pair of tight jeans.

Sam and Rock came back in a few seconds later and Sam had this look on her face that was hard to read.

"I know what you're thinking and stop it." She replied.

"You can't tell me you weren't thinking the same sort of things when you met Rock."

Rock's smile reached his green eyes.

"We're not talking about me right now. I didn't lose my job because of an affair."

"Actually… technically you did." If she hadn't of gotten pregnant by an executive in her company, they would have extended her contract and she'd still be employed.

"Different situation."

I so was not ready to be a mother and I was glad that I made that slime wear protection. I had two big no-no's when it came being intimate and he wanted me to let him get away with it. Nope… not until I had a ring on my finger. I wasn't ready to have an STD either.

"It's all moot right now. When did they say that you could go home?"

I hated that I lived with my sister and her fiancé. I felt like a third wheel but at least I wasn't living with my parents. Rock had certainly saved the day by buying our family house, proposing to my sister and insisting that I live with them to help her during the day with Noah. The big plus was that after their house was ready, I would own the Matthews' family home outright, but I would miss the little guy once they left. In Four months he was already so big and healthy despite my sister's complications in the pregnancy and his being born Two months early. And they had assured her that she would be more than able to have more children. Rock was looking forward to that part I bet.

"They're going to release me today. I just have to wait on the doctor to come by."

"Good."

"I'm not going to be much help for you now am I?"

"Don't worry about it." Sam said. "Noah is pretty much on a set schedule for the time being."

I had my doubts but I was going to insist on having a nurse come by for the first little while. No way was I going to put more pressure on my sister to take care of me and my nephew. He came first. Hands down and it wouldn't be long until I was fine and able to do things normally.