My interpretation to the season one finale final scene with Walter and Paige…

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Scorpion. If I did, I would quit my day job…

The morphine pulsed through Walter's system and made his body heavy and immovable. But it didn't shut down his brain. Medicines tended to have that effect on him. Earlier, when the rest of his team had been in the room after his surgery, he had been happy, doped up on pain meds but he was fully functional. He knew exactly what he was saying and could remember every detail of the stories he was retelling his friends. He just wasn't in any pain and it had a lightening effect on him.

The morphine was the same and yet different all at the same time. Instead of the airy feeling he had before, he felt weighed down. He knew the logical explanation was that it allowed his body to heal. If he couldn't move, he couldn't injure himself more. But again, the brain functioned as normal. He was clear on the sounds in the room, the algorithms in his head, but he couldn't move a muscle. He wasn't a fan.

This was how he found himself when Paige reentered the room.

He was replaying her telling him that she would see him back at the office. The idea that she and Ralph weren't leaving anymore was unbelievable and gratifying for him. He never got to talk with her while he had been in the car. He had stubbornly refused to move until his team found her and when she appeared on the side of the cliff, fate had another plan for him.

He honestly knew what he had wanted to tell her and yet didn't know how it was going to happen. He knew he was desperate to talk with her and yet didn't know how to formulate the words in time. Maybe it had been a blessing. Maybe it was a curse. He knew for a fact, and he only spoke facts, that his EQ was improving. Paige's influence on not only himself but the rest of the team was noticeable. He wanted to thank her for that. He wanted to tell her that and many other things.

Those other things flew out the window when Paige returned.

She shouldn't have been back and yet she was there. She should have been tucking Ralph into his bed but she was standing by his bedside instead.

And he could do nothing about it.

And then she spoke to him, saying how afraid she had been that she might have seen him for the last time today. In truth, to him, it had seemed like he wouldn't have had the chance to have seen her at all. She was to be on her way to Maine with Ralph and Drew and that was going to be that. Their fight last night still haunting him. His time running out down the cliff. Paige no where to be found. And then her voice flew over that cliffside to him and in that moment he wanted to live but knew he would be ok with dying having seen her face one last time.

He was analyzing those last moments before Cabe pulled him out of the car and he practically passed out on the gurney when he felt body heat. Paige had leaned in and was so close to him that her warmth radiated from herself to him. And then there was a light touch on his lips. The morphine still coursed through his veins so he just felt the hint of pressure but enough to know that her lips must be on his.

He couldn't respond. Even if he wanted to, he's body was lethargic. His body was heavier than boulders and Paige was a whisp of a cloud upon them. And as quick as the pressure on his lips had appeared it equally as fast disappeared. And then came her voice again…

"I care about you, Walter."

He kept his breathing level and his heart rate stable. He knew the likelihood of all of the machines attached to him betraying his person was probable if he didn't maintain some amount of control even though his head was turning a mile a minute.

In that one instant, he went from disliking the feeling he got from the morphine drip to absolute loathing. For in that one instant, he had the words for Paige and he couldn't physically say them. And for that one instant, he knew exactly what he needed and wanted to do and could do nothing about it.

What do you think? I would like to think that Walter was aware of Paige being in his hospital room. I don't want her words and actions to go unacknowledged.