As soon as Grace was able to be seen Boyd was called to see her. Just as he approached the door he was held back for a second by the doctor,
"Well, Ms…" before Dr. Knight could even start his sentence properly Boyd jumped in and interrupted,
"Dr." Though it was trivial Boyd felt that if he filled his mind with trivial questions he could put off answering the big question, 'Will Grace be ok?'
"I do apologise. Dr. Foley has been extremely lucky. She has some superficial cuts and bruises and a touch of concussion but other than that she is fine. No broken bones or haemorrhaging at all. We are going to keep her in over night for observation," seeing the look on Boyd's face the doctor added, "It's only a precaution, it's the normal procedure for patients suffering from concussion."
Boyd exhaled, it felt like he had be holding his breath since he had seen Grace lying still on the tarmac. Walking into the room he saw Grace lying down again, but this time on a nice soft bed. Upon hearing Boyd's entrance Grace woke up and looked around, seeing him she tried to shift around to see him properly but her bruised body protested and forced a gasp to escape her lips. In two long strides Boyd was at her bedside his hand comfortingly laid on her arm.
"It's alright, it's only me, you don't have to move. I'll move instead." Moving the cursory armchair into Grace's line of view Boyd sat down.
"You gave us a scare back there Grace but the doctor said you were ok and they only wanted to keep you in as a precaution."
"They don't know what they're talking about, I'm fine!" Grace tried to shift her position but failed, having to take a deep breath in before she could speak again. "I'd be fine if they just let me home…" at this point Boyd spoke quite quickly as he jumped in at the end of Grace's sentence,
"I was wondering, Grace, whether you wanted to come to stay with me…just while you're recovering?" Grace didn't say anything straight away, slowly and carefully she extended her arm and took Boyd by the hand and flashed a wide smile at him,
"That'd be great." Grace was smiling on the inside as well, she knew Boyd was only doing it out of friendship but at least in her mind she could pretend he loved her, pretend that he asked her to stay because he saw it as an opportunity to pluck up the courage to ask her out. A part of her knew it wasn't true though.
Stella, Eve and Spencer had all come in to say hi to Grace but they all felt that something was different, it wasn't until Stella noticed the looks that Boyd and Grace kept giving each other when they thought no one was watching, that she cottoned on to what had changed. They had finally admitted to themselves, if not to each other, that they had strong feelings for the other. Almost as soon as Grace tore her eyes from perusing Boyd's masculine features, he would look at her, thankful that he was able to see the Grace he had always loved shining through the cuts and bruises.
After an appropriate time had passed Stella suggested that she and Eve went to fetch some clothes for Grace. Grace accepted the offer kindly and handed Stella her house keys. As soon as the two women had left the room and were out of earshot of the doctor and DSI Stella turned to Eve,
"Was it just me or did you see that too?" Stella was excitable and loved the tang of gossip in the air, Eve on the other hand didn't know what she was talking about,
"What?" Stella looked exasperated,
"You're not very observant are you?" Eve puffed indignantly,
"I'd like you to show me the one tiny trace of physical evidence on a case that's 70 years old," she grumbled more to herself than anyone else. Stella ignored Eve's mumbled response and carried on,
"Didn't you see Boyd and Grace?"
"Of course I did, and?" Eve knew what Stella was getting at but she felt like being deliberately obtuse,
"Well…didn't you see the looks and the whole atmosphere and…" Eve interrupted,
"…and me and Spence have known for ages!"
"Yeah but you've never seen anything so concrete!" Stella looked at Eve and Eve but her lip,
"It was a while ago…"
"And you never told me!"
"Well…"