AN: Hi once again. The reviews keep me going so thanks for them! Here's another, I'd like to think that there's some progress here. Enjoy :)
Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try
To fix you
It's raining. And it's late. His leg is murdering him. It's been little over 3 weeks.
His patient needs a lung.
His jacket and gloves keep him from getting pelted too hard by the rain, but the front of his jeans are soaked and his sneakers aren't waterproof, he's freezing. And his leg is suffering.
When he pulls up at her home, there's only one light on. Figures, it's past 1:30 in the morning. He knocks softly. This will be the first time they've been alone together since... And he wants to get it over with as quickly and painlessly as possible.
A few other lights flick on and before he knows it she's in front of him. He feels a bit guilty for waking her up, without all the make up he can see the tired lines around her eyes.
"You came here on your bike?"
"I came from the hospital, went there with my bike. Seems logical that I-"
"Yes okay, I get it. Your patient that bad that you were still there?"
"Yeah, uhm, he needs a lung transplant"
She's not quite awake yet and instead of responding she looks him over. He's soaked, and definitely putting a lot more pressure on his left leg. She feels bad for him.
"Come on in"
High up above and down below. When you're too in love to let it go.
She gave him the towel he used to use at her house to dry himself off and some stray sweatpants who didn't really belong to either.
The case was explained, and both being too tired was grateful that the other was thinking rationally tonight.
The rain was falling down hard on the earth and looked more like continuing streams than individual drops.
"You can crash here. Call the team, tell them it's okay and then take my bed. I'll go crawl in with Rachel"
She says it so fast he takes a while to comprehend. The past couple of weeks hang heavily over their heads and is resting on his tired shoulders. So he doesn't refuse, simply nodding his head and retreating to her room.
Stripping himself of his damp t-shirt he crawls into the unmade side of the bed, where she'd obviously been sleeping a few minutes before. He sighs because it smells so good, so like her. The feeling of her soft cream coloured sheets on his bare chest is creating a lump in his throat. He just misses her so much. He wants her back so much. Wants her love back, so much.
It's not 5 minutes and he's asleep.
Cuddy is in her kitchen. She doesn't know how she managed to extend the offer to him but she did and he's now in her bed. Lying on her side because she's been sleeping on his since the break up, and he won't get in where the bed is unmade, probably.
Too tired to wait for the kettle to boil and the tea to get cold, she heads to Rachel's room.
The second her head comes in contact with the pillow she starts crying. She can't handle him being here in her house as a stranger again. The fact that they don't and can't sleep in the same bed anymore and the fact that she's so sad all the time without him. She cries till she falls asleep.