"I do it." Helena shrugged.
"No!" Sarah yelled. "Meathead, no."
"She want doctor sleep, doctor sleep. She want doctor honest, I do."
"You cannot just keep drugging this poor woman!" Sarah yelled.
"No drug. Truth serum. Most natural," she shrugged.
"Cosima, could you back me up?" Sarah sighed.
"How natural are we talking?" Cosima asked. Sarah glared at her clone. "Sarah, you didn't see how she clutched this scar. This painful looking scar..."
"It isn't so painful if you never even noticed it before!"
"You kiss doctor and no say scar," Helena added, smiling widely when Cosima winked at her.
"If Alison were here, she'd be on my side," Sarah huffed.
"I've seen how she treats Donnie. She'd give me the truth serum from her own supply," Cosima smiled. This made Sarah and Helena giggle.
"Let's just try something else," Sarah offered.
The next day, Delphine was in her office when she glanced up, noticing Sarah approaching.
"Sarah, what a surprise. Cosima is-"
"Actually, I'm here to see you."
"Here for me?" Delphine asked, her eyes wide. She hadn't had much of a connection with Sarah and she was well aware of how much Sarah had encouraged Cosima to end things with her.
"I mean, after all this, we don't know each other very well. I mean, you're family..."
"You think of me as family?" Delphine tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. "Like Felix?"
"I was thinking more like Donnie, but you get the idea."
"Understood." Delphine sat at her desk, waving a hand for Sarah to sit as well.
"So you studied vaccines?"
"Immunology," Delphine corrected.
"Kind of the same," Sarah breathed. Delphine raised an eyebrow, but didn't correct her. "Do you want kids?"
"Wow," Delphine whispered, not expecting such a big question. "I guess it depends what Cosima wants."
"Wait, what?"
"I'd like kids, but if it's a deal breaker for Cosima I could live with her just being the cool aunt to Gemma, Kira and Oscar. If she does, I'd be thrilled."
"So you see yourself with Cosima."
"Indefinitely," Delphine said softly. Sarah stared at her as if she hadn't fully seen her before this. Delphine was willing to rebuild her future for Cosima. Sarah hadn't realized how deeply Delphine loved her sister.
"The mark on your chest, what is that?" Sarah whispered.
"It's just a mark." Feeling uncomfortable, Delphine began fidgeting with papers. Sarah picked right up on it.
"A scar?"
"Oi," Delphine said, too distracted to realize she had answered in French.
"But what happened? I mean, what made it a scar?"
"Dermis, the thick skin is damaged. My body formed collagen fibers to heal it, which gives it different texture." Delphine explained professionally.
Sarah rolled her eyes. "But what punctured your skin?" She asked. She saw tears fill Delphine's eyes and wished she hadn't asked so bluntly.
"A mistake caused the scar, okay? Now I'm sorry, Sarah. I'm very busy," she stood, trying to pull her sweater to further cover the mark on her chest.
That night, Cosima knew this had gone on long enough. Whatever Delphine was hiding was destroying her. The nightmares. The tears in front of Sarah.
"I'm just finishing dinner," Delphine called as Cosima walked in. Delphine was in the kitchen, enjoying a glass of wine. "Roast chicken and vegetables," she pointed to the oven. It smelled delicious, but Cosima was learning that everything Delphine cooked was delicious.
"Sarah said she came to visit," Cosima said, pouring her own glass of wine.
"Oi. She stopped by."
"She said you got upset."
"I told her I was busy," Delphine shrugged.
"When she asked about your scar." Delphine sighed, her mouth pressed into a tight frown. "You want to tell me what happened?"
"No."
"Delphine, I deserve to know your past! We're together. We need to be honest."
"Fine. I honestly don't want to talk about this!"
"Were you hit by a car?"
"Cosima, stop!"
"Were you in a car accident?"
"Cosima!"
"Did you get mugged?"
Delphine ran out of the kitchen, racing to the tiny half bathroom in the hallway. She didn't even have time to close the door. Her entire body wretched, clenching and convulsing as she threw up over and over, the memories too much for her to handle.
When she finally stood, she reached for her toothbrush. She gave Cosima a sideways glance as she began brushing her teeth.
"Whatever this is, it's serious, Del. It's what you're having nightmares over. It's not going away," Cosima whispered. "I'm asking you to trust me. To just tell me."
"It'll change things. I didn't know you then!" Delphine cried out, her voice shaking.
"Whatever it is, I'll understand."
"In France, I had ... a boyfriend. He was so protective and attentive at first..." Cosima felt her stomach knot up. She knew where things were headed. "And he got jealous and lost his temper. He would say things ... he would hit me ..."
"The scar is from his fists?" Cosima was outraged. But Delphine just shook her head.
"The first time I tried to leave him, I went to my friends. He was a man, but purely platonic. I drove to work and got into the parking garage..."
"What did he do?" She asked, her eyes filling with tears.
"He tried to kill me, but he only stabbed me. The doctors said I was lucky..."
"Lucky!" Cosima yelled. "That's a hell of a sentiment!" She snapped, her fury reaching its boiling point.
"I checked out of the hospital. I was so afraid that I left France and never looked back."
"And he's in jail?" Cosima pushed.
Delphine's eyes filled with tears. "I was so afraid," she whispered.
"You pressed charges, right?"
Delphine stayed silent, breathing heavily.
"He's still out there," Cosima realized.