(Okee, this one's getting the stamp of finishedness on it – hope ya'll liked it, cos I had fun writing it.)
-- Epilogue --
She looked so tiny in that hospital bed, fragile – tubes running in and out of her…
That terrorized look in ocean eyes.
She'd told them everything. She'd gone to ask Mr. McMahon if he'd give Jericho the night off…
For their anniversary.
And she simply…hadn't come out.
No one knew, since she wanted it to be a surprise.
"Reese?" Arctic eyes peered over the edge of the hospital door, and slowly, her boyfriend, Chris Jericho, stepped into the room, roses caught in one of his hands.
"How're you feelin'?"
She said nothing, but smiled slightly, a twinkle embedded in her dull eyes.
A tiny shrug.
"Yeah, I could understand that."
Grinning haphazardly, he sat down, handing her the flowers.
"Um…your brother said – he's having issues with this, but…he's gonna drop by later, and…"
He stopped for a moment, and for the first time since the police had left, Reese spoke, her words shaky…
"Chris…what is it?"
"It's going to be okay." Leaning close, he pushed her hair back, kissing her forehead.
She smiled, closing her eyes.
They nightmare had stopped.
