A/N: I was so hyped about putting this story up, I forgot to remind everyone that these characters are not mine nor will they ever be.
Amanda Grayson walked briskly down the brightly lit corridor of the hospital, using all her willpower not to break into a run. It was well past visiting hours but being wife to the Vulcan Ambassador had its perks. Every room she passed was numbered and the numbers served as a countdown.
321…
322…
323…
324.
She had reached her destination. Amanda took a deep breath, searching for Sarek in their bond connection one last time hoping for a change, a flicker of consciousness or emotion, before she entered the room. She felt nothing. Not wasting any more time, she pushed open the door and made her way past the threshold.
The sight before nearly caused her calm and collected facade to break. She felt her eyes begin to water with tears of anguish but blinked furiously, willing her tears not to fall in front of the physicians and Vulcan guard present.
Her husband was in front of her, lying in a bed, but she almost didn't recognize him. The parts of his skin that were not green with burns or bandaged looked very pale, which was not helped by the level of brightness in the room, his face, usually so handsome and professional, looked haggard and devoid of all color. He was currently hooked up to several machines that were beeping all around him and looked so small, limp, and lifeless.
Amanda realized she had been staring at her husband openly with a look of horror on her face. She quickly schooled her expression before turning to the human physician.
"Ms. Grayson, I'm Dr. Thomas. I was the physician on call when they brought your husband in."
"What happened? Why is my Sarek not awake?" Amanda answered primly, her voice cool.
"Perhaps we can talk about this in private?" Dr. Thomas's eyes shifted to the two Vulcan bodyguards standing near the entrance.
Amanda nodded at them, and they left the room, "now tell me what is going on."
"Ambassador Sarek was brought here today around 1330. As you know, today marked the beginning of the intergalactic trade conference. From what the news has said, a xenophobe suicide bomber managed to get past security and detonated the explosive as some of the ambassadors were walking into the auditorium; your husband was near the blast."
Amanda made a strangled sound, all of a sudden she felt very faint; she was certain the doctor could her heart pounding achingly hard against her chest. When she made no move to comment, Dr. Thomas took this as a sign to continue.
"Ambassador Sarek was in critical condition when he was brought in. It took several hours, but we've managed to remove all pieces of shrapnel and stabilize his condition. It appears that he is in some form of comatose and we are not sure when he will awaken."
"I see." The ambassador's wife looked at her husband, Dr. Thomas took notice of the pain and misery in her eyes.
Dr. Thomas looked at his watch, it was nearly two in the morning. His shift had ended hours ago, but he had felt the need to stay and discuss the situation with this well-known and well-loved woman.
"I will leave you two alone. Shall I send your security back in?" Dr. Thomas gathered his clipboard from the small table in the back of the room and made his way to exit the room.
"No." Amanda's voice was very quiet. The doctor placed his hand on the knob and was about to open the door when she surprised him by asking a question.
"Dr. Thomas," her voice called out.
He turned to look at the the lady standing over the unconscious man.
"Can he….hear me?" He could tell that she was apprehensive about the question, perhaps her time around Vulcans had made her think it was an illogical one.
"Often times, comatose patients are indeed able hear what is being said to them, although all cases are different. I always recommend speaking to the patient, to family and friends, as I would assume it is comforting to hear the sound of a loved one's voice." Amanda nodded at that.
"Goodnight, Ms. Grayson." Dr. Thomas left the room silently.
Amanda stared down at Sarek, her heart filling with pain. She quickly dragged a chair up next to the bed, and plopped down into it, grasping his hand in her own.
"Oh Sarek, k'diwa."
She finally let her emotions free, now that it was just the two of them. She held their hands up to her face, pressing the back of his hand against her cheek. Amanda felt the tears began to fall, and she knew they were not going to stop. After six years of marriage, she had always been prepared to expect the worst from his trips. Amanda knew that being such a prominent political figure held its dangers, but she had hoped and prayed that something such as this would never happen.
She began crying harder when she once again noticed the emptiness that came from his corner of her mind. If he had been even somewhat conscious, she knew he would be sending her waves of reassurance through their bond, and the fact that he wasn't reminded her of the sensitivity of the situation.
Amanda continued to cry until she her eyes were sore and her throat dry; the tears had provided her no release from the emotional turmoil she was suffering. She was filled to the brim with so many feelings: agony and extreme concern at her husband's state, anxiety at his lack of presence in her mind, rage at the man who had done this to her husband.
She wallowed in these negative emotions for a while before she got hit with a newer one: determination. The amount of determination she felt for helping him wake up from his coma was stronger than all the anger and misery she felt for the current situation. She had never been one to dwell on what was done, and now was not the time to start.
She gazed down at Sarek, and decided that she was going to remind him of who waited for him here. She took a soft breath before beginning to tell him her tale, their tale.
"It was raining the day we met…"