Claire Dearing stared at the ceiling of her hospital room, counting the dots. She usually didn't indulge in childish things like that, but it kept her mind off the pain. One-hundred and twenty-fo... it was no use. The beep of her heart monitor was making her lose count. She closed her eyes and tried to get some rest but images of the last 24 hours invaded her mind instead.

It was the worst pain Claire had ever experienced. She screamed and fought back tears as Owen rolled the diorama's tree off her injured leg; just grateful the Indoraptor hadn't taken it off completely. She winced when he pressed against it to stop the bleeding. "You have to go find her!" she pleaded to Owen. The Indoraptor had chased Maisie up the stairs. "No, I'm not leaving you like this!" Claire looked Owen in the eyes and gathered as much resolve as she could. Grabbing his shirt collar, she pulled him in and kissed him deeply. "I'll be fine," she said, her voice shaking. "Go!"

Claire knew why Owen was so protective of her. They'd survived two separate dinosaur attacks in the past three years, both of which were her fault. She approved the creation of the I-Rex, which led to the creation of the Indoraptor.

"I put myself in this damn hospital," she sighed.

Just beyond the bed was a counter with a vase of daisies and three get-well cards. Zia, Franklin, & Maisie had stopped by earlier. It was Owen who'd stayed all night.

Claire traced his outline slumped in the visitor's chair; the rise and fall of his chest was fading. She locked the image in her mind and smiled as he woke up.

"Hey," she whispered.

Owen looked a mess. His clothes were still damp from the storm last night and he was covered in dirt and minor scrapes. Yet, he looked good.

"How'd you sleep?"

"As well as expected," Claire lied. She was exhausted but dug her knuckles into the mattress anyway and sat herself up. Sometimes her determination got the better of her. That maneuver sent a shock wave of pain into her lower thigh, making her yelp.

"Whoa, take it easy!" Owen said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "This isn't the Olympics."

"Don't worry, I won't be running marathons any time soon," Claire joked, cracking a smile.

If there was one thing she was good at, it was being in control. Owen admired that, but he hated to see her hurt and wished that he'd been the one laid up instead.

"Last night was pretty funny though," she continued, tucking a strand of auburn hair behind her ear. They thought we were married since you brought me in. And then trying to explain how exactly I got injured. Did you see the look on the doctors' faces?"

"Priceless," Owen chuckled as he caught Claire's gaze. He wasn't sure where they stood relationship wise. Were they back together? Or just people that kissed in the heat of a moment?

A knock at the door broke their gaze as Dr. Taylor entered. She was a tall brunette who'd ironically graduated from the same college as Claire – Northwestern University. She picked up her chart as she eyed Owen. Where she came from, male associates of a female patient were usually to blame for injury, but she'd seen the news about Isla Nublar so he was in the clear.

"How do you feel today Claire?" Dr. Taylor asked.

"Umm…a little better. It still hurts though. Do you think you could give me something stronger?"

"I can if that's what you need. It'll also help you sleep."

Claire nodded in desperation. She could forget about the pain if she could only get some sleep.

"Okay, I'll up your dose to 50 milligrams of morphine. You're currently on 25. Be right back."

When Dr. Taylor exited the room, Owen put his eyes on Claire again and folded his arms.

"I thought you said you slept."

Claire sighed and looked away as if she was a child being reprimanded.

"It's what you wanted to hear, wasn't it?"

"Claire! I don't want to hear that you're sleeping if it's not the truth. You and I, we make a good team but it only works if we're honest with each other."

"I know, I'm sorry…I…I'm just so tired," Claire replied.

Owen took a deep breath and closed his eyes, remembering the kiss. That was honest.

"It's okay. You've been through hell. I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry," he admitted.

He sighed and looked at the woman before him. She was physically and emotionally exhausted, having just survived a dinosaur attack with a gash in her leg, and yet she was beautiful.

Dr. Taylor came back in with the medication and hooked up Claire to an I.V. She helped readjust her back into a sleeping position and monitored for the first few minutes.

"You can go home if you want," Claire said as the morphine began pumping through her body. Owen smirked, knowing that Claire had forgotten they no longer lived together. It must've been strong because within moments she had drifted into sleep.

"She'll be out for the rest of day. It's up to you Mr. Grady," Dr. Taylor said as she closed the door behind her.

"I'm not leaving you like this!" The rise and fall of her chest reminded Owen that Claire was okay, for now. Though he couldn't help feel guilty. It was his research with the raptors that put her in this hospital. He never considered its application for future hybrids.

He sighed and flicked off the lights, sending the room into partial darkness. The only light peaked in through the window on the far wall. It was going to be another long night but they would get through it together. He pulled up the chair, getting as comfortable as possible, and took Claire's hand in his.