I sat next to the hospital bed, and watched Shawn Spencer's sleeping form. Apparently, before I turned the corner Shawn had been hit in the side too. The paramedics had decided he most likely had a broken rib after looking him over, and had taken him to the hospital for an x-ray. They were right, one broken rib along with a slight concussion, so the hospital wanted to keep him overnight for observation. The room was empty except for me, him, and the hollow beeping sound of the heart monitor. O'Hara was processing Shanwn's assaulter at the station, Guster was on his way, and Henry was on the floor below getting another cup of coffee.
I watched his chest slowly move up and down, and noticed his fingers twitch. I hesitated, glancing at the door, before gently taking hold of his hand. He shifted lightly, but didn't wake. I relaxed back into my chair, rubbed his knuckles with my thumb, and waited for him to wake up.
