A/N: Sorry it took a while to update, guys! This is another Kara/Ward talk :)

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Kara was the only one out of the two bedside companions who didn't immediately jump to the worst conclusion.

"Skye?" Grant leaned forward, worried. "Skye?!"

"She's just asleep." Kara said softly, checking the monitor. "Sleeping helps her heal and she doesn't feel the pain as much." She turned back to Grant, who was looking at her with an open panic. "Don't worry."

He nodded after a moment of checking the monitor himself and sat back, his left hand still holding Skye's right. Kara merely looked at him with a smug smirk, the expression softened by her gentle gaze.

"What?" he murmured after a while, uncomfortable with her unwavering stare.

"You called her sweetheart." She replied quietly. His eyes flicked upwards to meet hers, looking a little embarrassed.

"It just slipped out."

"And did it also slip out in the operating theatre?" Kara leaned against the rails of the hospital bed, still holding the smile.

"That was because I can't call her 'Skye' in front of anyone else here." He said carefully, not as uncomfortable with the conversation as he expected to be.

Kara shrugged with an attempt at feigning innocence. "I'm just saying that maybe you and Skye are not as separate as any of us thought–"

"Kara!" Grant interrupted. He sighed. "It's because…I'm scared."

"Of?" she asked softly.

"That…she's going to think that I don't want her around. I love her and want to make sure she's happy…and I don't want her to think that you coerced me into 'keeping her'."

"Grant–"

"We have a lot to work through, okay?" he rushed out, in stark difference to his previous statements.

"I know–"

"I just don't want her bolting before we have that chance." He absent-mindedly started rubbing his thumb over the back of Skye's hand.

Kara sighed with a hint of frustration at her best friend's thick-headedness and seemingly irrational fears of being abandoned by Skye again. However, she understood where those factors came from, so kept her cool to help the best she could.

"Grant." She said firmly. "Listen to me. Skye doesn't need to hear what you just said to make up her mind about staying with us. Did you really expect her to turn up, get you to fix her after she shot you, and then…go?" Grant shifted in his seat. "Come on, Grant. Be reasonable. Where would she go? She loves you!"

"You're still so sure?"

"We've been together as a group for about a week now, she's never once tried to leave and every time she had a panic attack, you were the one who managed to calm her down quickly. Does that mean nothing to you?"