Trent didn't bother to try to compose himself. He just cried. He cried in relief, cried in guilt for the stupid fight that was their first and almost their last, he cried as he pictured her gasping for breath and screaming out as he rammed tubing inside her.
"I'm so so sorry, Rena." He looked up after 15 minutes with red rimmed still dripping eyes.
"For being right?" Rena still held his arm but moved her other hand to move her own hair.
"For saying it, for being right, for the IV, for the chest tube. I'm so sorry for all of it." His eyes darted down in shame.
"Trent, Trent Sawyer, look at me." Trent's eyes met hers. "If you had been wrong that would have been amazing, but you weren't. And if you hadn't given me an IV and a chest tube... would we be talking or would you be apologizing for something else?" She squeezed his arm.
"The medical intervention saved your life." Trent nodded.
"No Trent. You saved my life and I hoped it wouldn't be your team called up." Serena smiled softly.
"Because you thought I would say 'I told you so' because I won't." Trent reached out for her other hand.
"No. Because I knew it would damn near break you and because now I am pretty certain I have to meet the rest of Bravo." She laid her head back on the pillow.
"They're outside the room. Mandy got you classified as an agency asset. Bravo is your personal protection detail until we are stateside." Trent lowered his eyes again. "I think it did break me a little."
"Mandy? Oh your friend that you never call by her last name. She CIA?" Rena's eyelids dipped.
"Yeah." Trent let go of her hand. "I'm gonna wash my face then Clay is coming in as part of your in room detail. Sonny and Brock are right outside." Trent stood.
"I've met Brock but I don't think Sonny. Right?" She looked at him confused.
"You were sleeping." Trent stepped into the bathroom and turned on the facet. The water was lukewarm at best as he splashed it on his face and it dripped from his beard. Grabbing a hand towel and rubbing it roughly on his puffy eyes he turned back to her. "I can bring him in if you want?"
"Trent I know this is stupid but what if your team hates me?" Serena's eyes filled with tears as she tried not to cry. "Why am I crying?"
Trent crossed the room. "You have a concussion. Rena, when your bell is rung emotions can be hard." He sat on the edge of her bed and ran his hands up and down her upper arms.
"Oh. This happens to you too?" Rena took the tissue he was offering.
"Not every time but yeah." Trent smiled at her. "Rena I'm gonna have Sonny come inside. He already said he likes you." Trent waited for her to wipe the last of her tears.
Opening the door to her hospital room he glanced at his brother's before settling his eyes on Sonny. "Hey Son, she wants to me you."
"Well of course she does!" Sonny stepped into the room. "Years of the big guy telling you all about the amazing and wonderful Sonny Quinn, how could you not want to meet me?" He smiled as big as he could.
"Well actually it was more of reckless, half-assed, half-drunk, and full of himself than wonderful and amazing." She grinned at him. "I'm Serena."
"And now I'm offended!" Sonny still smiled. "You changing things up to look like the hero here, Trent?"
"Just speaking truths, Sonny." Trent laughed.
Serena shift slightly and winced. "How ya feelin'? Trent isn't exactly gentle."
"Sore. Tired. Starving." She glanced to Trent. "He got the job done."
"Always does." Sonny's smile was gone as the seriousness of the statement took hold. "She allowed to eat Trent?"
"Yeah. Jason and Ray should be here soon with food. Ray texted, they found a pizza place on base." Trent sat back down.
"Good. I should switch out with Poster Boy before they get back. It was real nice to meet you, Ginger Snaps." Sonny smiled proudly at the nickname.
"Sonny the cookie is a Ginger Snap." Trent said dryly.
"But she takes pics so she snaps!" Sonny laughed.
"Sonny if you have to explain." Trent shook his head. "Nevermind."
"It was nice to meet you too Sonny." Serena yawned.
Clay stepped into the room as Sonny stepped out. "Hey Rena how you doing?"
"Ready to eat and go home." She looked to Trent.
"I'm sure." Clay moved to lean against the window. "Food should be here so..." The last word of his sentence would have been 'soon' but the window shattering behind him stopped it.
"SNIPER!" Trent yelled as he pulled Serena to the floor covering her with his own body.
The door swung open but no one enter. "Sitrep!" Sonny's voice echoed as yelling was heard in the hallway.
"Pinned down. 6 you good?" Trent yelled back.
There was no response.
"SIX, answer me!" Sonny yelled.
"Spenser! What's your status?" Brock's voice joined. "Clay!"