Bedside Stories Chapter 10
Grissom picked up his book and continue to read; twice he gave her water and smoothed her covers when dreams tried to wake her. He was well acquainted with her troubling dreams and the recent events would do nothing to ease the old ones, likely adding to those she already fought.
The nurse made rounds, woke her enough to swallow medications, and left them in the dark room. He stayed awake and hours passed before Sara's eyes flickered open. Her hand found his.
"Did you sleep?" she asked. When he shook his head, she said, "You have to sleep, Gil. I'm much better."
"I know." He helped her from the bed and she walked across the room, his arms around her, holding her up. She looked in the mirror for the first time, touching her face and her neck.
"I need to call Catherine about this face." She smiled when she said it. "Good thing my looks never worried me."
He hugged her in the small bathroom. "You're always beautiful."
The short walk across the room tired her more than she thought possible. "I'm so tired, Gil."
"Rest, honey. You've been through a lot. A few more days and you will be back to your old self."
She had gotten back in the bed when a light tattoo on the door signaled the arrival of another visitor. A hand holding a white paper sack eased the door open followed by Greg's face.