Title: Little Comforts
Author: Kleine Snowdrop
Pairing: Greg/Warrick
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Not mine, unfortunately, if I did Greg never would have gone through that glass wall!
Summary: Spoilers of 'Play With Fire'. A little slash. Warrick goes to see Greg in the hospital.
Little Comforts
Warrick Brown paused out side of the hospital room. Inside laid Greg Sanders, his lover. And he blamed himself for his lover's condition. Even though Catherine had been the one to place the evidence jar in the lab. He should have remembered to check on it and on the hot plate. He should have known. Then that explosion wouldn't have sent Greg flying through a glass wall.
And he wouldn't be in the hospital.
Shaking his head to clear the thoughts, Warrick slipped into the room. Greg was asleep, as comfortable as he could be given his injuries. Warrick pulled the chair next to the bed and gently took one of Greg's bandaged hands.
For once he was grateful that he worked the night shift. That way he could spend his off hours with Greg and not have to worry about being kicked out after hours.
He calmly checked his lover over as he sat there. The 28 year-old looked so young lying there that it almost too Warricks breath away. It was hard to believe that they had been together for five years. They had committed to each other a little over three years ago. Around the time that Holly Gribbs that been killed. That tragedy had given Warrick paused and made him think about what was truly important in his life. And the number one thing was Greg Sanders.
Warrick fiddled with his ring. It was his commitment band. He only took it off when he was working a crime scene. Then he slipped the ring off of a sliver chain that he wore around his neck. The ring was a band of intertwining silver and gold. It had been what Greg had picked out for them to exchange. He slipped it back on his ring finger and returned to his musings.
Warrick was startled from his musings as the nurse entered to check on her patient. She smiled and greeted him as she checked on her sleeping patient.
"How is he?" asked Warrick.
"Just fine," the nurse reassured him, "he is doing just fine, and so don't you worry."
"When can I take him home?"
"In a few days," she said as she finished up. She smiled at him before leaving them alone.
"Thanks," Warrick called as he returned his gaze to his lover. Knowing that Greg was asleep acted as a catalyst and he began to tell Greg just how scared that he had been. How terrified that Greg would die and leave him alone. That it had been his fault and he hoped that Greg could forgive him. Warrick had long since stopped fighting his tears and let them run down his face in much needed release.
Greg had woken up and tried to offer his lover comfort, "Warrick," he said softly, "it's ok, and we're alright, we both are."
Warrick looked up, startled, into his lover's warm brown eyes, and sucked his breath in. All he saw was love and concern. Not hate, fear, or anything that he was worried about seeing. Greg had forgiven him.
He gently squeezed Greg's hand, not trusting himself to talk just then. Greg returned the gentle touch. He understood his lover's needs and fears completely.
Warrick took Greg's other hand in a need to reassure him that Greg was all right. He moved to sit on the side of the bed still cradling his lover's hands.
They sat there silently for a while, the mere presence of the other was comforting than they had ever imagined. Slowly Greg drifted back into sleep, knowing that Warrick was watching over him. Warrick pressed a kiss to each palm before sliding back to the chair to keep an eye on his injured his lover.
The end