"When are you going to learn to trust me? Really trust me?…Kirsten?"

Cameron's standing with her in the hospital hallway outside of Fisher's room, hands on his hips, trying to pull her eyes to his. He says her name again and Kirsten looks over, making eye contact.

"I do trust you. I trust you completely, you know that."

"I don't…" Cameron sighs, running a hand over the back of his neck. "If you trust me, tell me what is going on with you. And don't say nothi-"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"See? That's…I know that's not true."

Kirsten looks away from him again, her gaze shifting to Fisher laying on the hospital bed in the other room.

"Is this about what you saw in the stitch today? Is that why you've been so…distant?" Kirsten turns back to look at him when she hears his voice stumble, sounding uncertain. "I know you, Stretch. And I know when you're keeping something from me. And I know you're upset. And I don't want to push you, I'm just concerned about you and I wish you would-"

"Fine! Fine" she cuts him off, grabbing his rolled up shirt sleeve and tugging him over to sit on a couple of the waiting room chairs. Cameron lets himself be lead wordlessly, sitting down on the chair next to hers, noticing that she doesn't pull her hand away from his arm once they're settled. He swallows visibly and looks up to her eyes, but she isn't looking at him, focusing on the magazines laid out on a table in front of them instead.

"When I stitched into that psychic last week, and she showed me…things that were going to happen, it really got to me."

Her voice is controlled, and the hand on his arm is gently running the rolled up fabric of his shirt back and forth through her thumb and pointer finger. Cameron stays quiet, his eyes drifting from her face down to where her hand is tickling his arm hair and back up again. She silently reaches into her pocket with her free hand and pulls out the stone the other psychic gave Cameron, which he had passed off to her. His breath catches when he sees it, having vaguely wondered if she was going to keep it, but never imagining she would carry it around with her.

"When I was in her mind, this stone was glowing. It was the only stone on the table that was glowing like that, so I touched it, and…" she trails off, turning the stone over in her hands before closing it in her fist and looking up at him, catching him staring at her intently.

"I saw something that really scared me. I always see things when I touch objects of importance in stitches. Half the time its how we solve our cases. But this time I saw…" she sighs again and takes her hand from his arm and places it over her fist holding the stone.

"Well, I saw another one of her visions."

She falls silent again and resumes her concentrated stare at the magazines, and Cameron finds himself reaching out to regain their physical connection, placing one of his hands over hers and gently squeezing until she looks back at him.

"You know her visions…sure, she was right in helping us to solve her case, but its still not something you should take seriously, Stretch."

"No, Cameron, you don't know-"

"Then explain it to me. Please. I want to understand why this has you so upset, and help if I can." His eyes are pleading, and he gives her an encouraging smile, making her lips turn up slightly at the edges, but they quickly fall again.

"The vision was of you. I saw you…you were in the corpse cassette. It was only for a moment so I couldn't tell if you were breathing…" she trails off again and sees that the smile on Cameron's face has fallen. He's squinting at her, confusion all over his face.

"Is that why you called out my name when you were under?"

Kirsten nods silently.

"But she didn't even know the stitchers program exists…"

"That's why it freaked me out so badly. How could it be a faulty vision if she showed me things that she shouldn't know exist? Cameron you looked so…cold."

Cameron leans away from her, pulling his hand back to rub them both over his face with a forceful sigh. "And then that other woman gave me the stone and said it would keep me safe…"

Kirsten opens her hands to look at the stone again, turning it over between her fingers. They're both silent for a few moments before Cameron touches her shoulder and guides her to turn in her chair to face him as much as she can, and he does the same. He's gently smiling at her again, despite what she just told him, but she can't bring herself to return it, the vision of him laying in the same place they put the murder victims before she stitches into them playing over in her mind.

"Whatever it was you saw, Kirsten, it isn't going to happen. We solved that case, and I'm right here, safe and sound! We both are."

Kirsten gives him a reluctant look, but Cameron stands up, pulling her up with him. "I don't want you worrying about this any more, Princess. As freaky as that vision sounds, the case is closed, and we came out of it better than ever! Although I am touched that you got so worried about little 'ol me" he finishes with a cheeky grin, guiding her down the hallway.

Kirsten snorts, elbowing him in the side, causing Cameron to react comically, clutching his wound as he follows her, stumbling on his feet.

He was right. Every thing was going to be just fine.