A/N: Just a little something I've been thinking of. It's a strange feeling to have a scar where you didn't have one a few days ago.
Rick sat down on the end of the hospital bed and looked at the once fearless detective. Her face was now ashened, her eyes tired but determined not to close. A welcome difference from just a few days ago.
"How are you feeling?"
Her smile was weak like the rest of her body. "I'm...here." It was the truth Late Beckett determined. After being shot at her mentor's funeral and being rushed to the hospital, there weren't many emotions that she could classify at the moment. Taking a deep breath, she winced at the movement.
"Everything okay?" Rick questioned seeing her in pain.
"It's strange," Kate's eyes were unfocused as she mentally tracked the sensation. "I know where on my chest I was shot but the area is numb. So I can feel it, but it's more like feeling the gown move over an area that has no feeling."
Rick gave her a small smile. "I'm sure over time the feeling will go away or become so natural you won't feel it."
"I hope you're right," Kate whispered.
