Disclaimer: I don't own CSI.
Author's Note: Just a short drabble about the supposed hospital scene in "The Good, the Bad, and the Dominatrix", otherwise known as Lady Heather's upcoming return. Possible spoilers ahead, just to be safe.
Your emerald eyes flicker open suddenly, as if you've just been startled from sleep. Your surroundings are unfamiliar and you know this, even before opening your eyes. After blinking a few times, your vision adjusts to the dim lighting and you glance around. A hospital room is your first assumption as to where you are. That guess is proven to be correct when a middle-aged nurse strides into the room. You watch as she checks the I.V. bag and then exits, without so much as a glance in your direction.
The details of the room are quick to be observed by your ever-curious green orbs. Particulars, such as the white linoleum tiles and soft green walls, do not stand out. The room seems as ordinary as any other hospital you have visited. With one last sweep of the room, you hope to see something that may offer an explanation as to why you are here. You spot something, or someone, seated next to your bed but the faint lighting it is hard to identify the person.
His eyes are closed, you notice, and he does look vaguely familiar. Between the lighting and your slight state of drowsiness, it's hard to really find anything that stands out about the mystery man. You begin to note that the longer you observe him, the stronger the feeling gets that you know him.
"Gil?" You inquire softly. Your voice it raspy, and your throat aches horribly as you speak, but you ignore the pain.
He stirs, slightly at first and then wakes up completely. Disoriented, he looks around the room, briefly resembling you when you woke up. You watch with a mixture of emotions coursing throughout your sore body. Intrigue, anger, confusion, these three being the biggest and main feelings. He finally calms down a little and turns to face you. Upon seeing that you are awake, his face softens. His blue eyes flash unmistakable concern, and that surprises you.
"Hi," He whispers, and his voice is different. He sounds nervous and worried, two things you have only heard in his voice one other time.
You repeat his statement, your voice drastically softer than his. You wait for him to continue the conversation, to say anything.
"How are you feeling?" Slowly and uneasily, he moves closer to your hospital bed. You give him an acknowledging nod, wincing slightly at the pain in your neck that comes from the movement. He watches as you collapse against the mattress, obviously wanting to help you but unaware of how he can assist.
You swallowed, hoping to ease the burning sensation in your throat. It's to no avail, but you figure it was worth a shot. "I'm fine," You're reply is harsh, although you don't intend it that way. Your eyes give away the fact that you didn't expect your tone to sound so cruel. This time it is his turn to nod.
"Can I get you anything?"
This is a side of him you have yet to witness during your previous encounters. He's sweet, and you detect that it is genuine. Despite this, you gently shake your head. "No, I don't need anything." You pause, your eyelids suddenly feeling heavy and you don't know how long you can keep them open.
"I'm tired," You yawn as you succumb to the feeling and close your eyes. As you drift into what you assume is drug-induced sleep, you feel his hand tenderly cover yours. He whispers something, a faint statement that sounds as if it is something important. You feel bad for not being able to stay awake to hear his words, but a certain ambiance has filled the room and you get the impression that he will still be there to repeat them when you wake up again.