That One Night

-Don's POV-

Holy shit is she waking up? What the hell am I suppose to do here? Wait, the doctor said to try to get her to wake up and I'm going to do just that.

I walked over to the hospital bed and looked down at her to where I could still see her right hand twitching slightly. Cautiously, I put my hand in the area of her elbow. Like an urge, my thumb started moving in slow circles on her elbow.

"Annabel, wake up." I spoke just above a whisper as I tried to coax her to wake up. Her response to me was groan again, but louder than the first time.

"That's it. Come on, open up those eyes of yours." My thumb had continue moving in slow circles as I stared down at her. My gaze slowly drifted towards her face where I saw her eye lids flutter slightly.

"Your almost there An.." An? Did I seriously just call her that. Well, it works.

Her eyes slowly open fully, then they shut again.

-Annabel's POV-

My eyes were going to open fully, but the harsh lights coming from the ceiling hurt my eyes so I closed them. The harsh lighting me visibly cringe. I then slowly open my eyes this time, letting them adjust to the lighting this time. As my eyes adjust to the room, they start to focus on a blurry figure standing next to the hospital bed. When the person becomes more clear, I can see it's Don and he's pulling a hand away from the area of my elbow. He seems to be smiling at me slightly.

"Hey..." I mumbled as I was still trying to wake up.

"Hey yourself. How does it feel to have been shot?" He asks as his voice waivers slightly. At first, I didn't know if I could answer the question since I've barely been up but that thought changed quickly when I started to feel a really sharp pain in the right side of my stomach. Instinctively, I turned over to the left a little bit then I curled myself up slightly.

"It's ok, I'll get the doctor. You'll be just fine. I gotta get going, it's..." He paused I assume to look at his watch. "7:23 a.m, which means I have to be in work." As I was curled in a ball slightly, I look out of the corner of my eyes and see him looking down at me. "I'll come and see you sometime later."

What he does next shocks me. Don leans down to kiss my head, and then he turns towards the door and walks out. Well, that was an... interesting turn of events.

As the pain increased slightly, I was hoping that he would get the doctor quickly.

-Few Days Later-

As the days went by in the hospital, the pain started becoming less and less with the painkillers the doctor had given me. He said that if my wound was healing up decently and I wasn't in a terrible amount of pain that he would let me go home. As for the whole Flack stopping by, he did. He came and saw me almost every day, except for yesterday when he said that he had a break in a case. Ever since that first day in the hospital, he has not touched me in any way, shape, or form. Not even so much as his brushing his hand against my arm. It sounds like I'm complaining, but I'm not. I'm just curious, that's all...

I had stared out the window (one of my favorite past times since I've been in here) when my doctor had strolled into the room. I immediately gave him a hopeful look as soon as he even looked at me.

"Annabel, the gun shot wound seems to be healing up rather nicely. Now has there been any sharp pain when you twist your stomach area?" I told him that there was pain, but it wasn't nearly as bad as it was before.

"Well, I think your ready to go home. Just be sure that you take these..." He filled out for a prescription. "Whenever there is pain that you can't deal with. Also, you are not allowed to lift more than 7 pounds for now, and gradually we can work back up to the normal amount you were able to lift."

"Doctor could you call..." I couldn't finish my sentence as I was interrupted by him.

"By the way, there's already somebody waiting in the lobby to pick you up. He works with the NYPD too." Don, you know I should have guessed. "I'll send in a nurse to disinfect and gauze the wound before you leave, and if needed she'll help you get dressed too." The doctor left the room and a nurse quickly came in. She did what she needed to do with the wound and she helped me get the clasp of my bra snapped on since I couldn't reach it.

After that, we both walked out (more like she walked and I sort of hobbled) out of the hospital room and towards the waiting room.

When I got closer to the waiting room, I could see Don with his back against the wall and his arm crossed waiting for me. When he did see me, Flack moves from his position on the wall to me the nurse and I half way. Once they made their little hand off of me, we both started to walk (again I hobbled) towards the hospital entrance.

"So tell me, how does it feel to be free?" He asked as we wallked side by side. I let out a short laugh before responding.

"You make it sound like I was in prison. Anyways, glad I guess. Somewhat excited to get back to work." Don paused as we got right outside the entrance of the hospital.

"Annabel, are you that's the smartest thing to do? I mean you did get shot."

"Now that you think about it, probably isn't the smartest thing to do." Little did he know, I wasn't going to tell him that I would stop by work.

"Listen I know you may not be happy about this but... I want to stay with you for the next couple of days just to make sure that everything goes ok. I haven't been shot, but I've been blown up so I think I can help." Wait, he was blown up? WHEN was this?

I raised an eyebrow to hopefully explain my confusion but all he said was "Remind me to show you the scars later." He gave me a quick wink before he continued walking and I followed him.

"Sure, you can stay for a while."

"Well that was easy. I'm going to have to ask more often." I looked at him as all he did was smirk slightly. Don started walking ahead of me as all I did was shake my head. Next few days should be interesting.